Dear Jake Broe, You Are Frustrated, Perhaps Even Angry, But You Need to Be Absolutely Fucking Furious
- john raymond
- Aug 8
- 2 min read
Jake—
I can hear it. The edge in your voice, the quickness in your cadence, the way you punctuate your latest update with a sharper bite than usual. You’re not hiding the fact that you’re frustrated, maybe even angry. And you should be. The scale of the betrayal, the grotesque moral inversion of this war, the daily suffering inflicted by Russia—it’s enough to make any moral person furious. But here’s the problem: you’re not furious enough.
Because this isn’t a chess match of nations where bad actors are “played.” Trump isn’t a fool bumbling into Putin’s traps—he is Putin’s creature, puppeted straight out of the Kremlin, every string visible to those who refuse to look away. This isn’t about miscalculation or naivety; it’s about collaboration. Every handshake, every delay, every sham “peace talk” is deliberate theater to buy time for Putin’s war machine and to sap Ukraine’s will to fight.
You know this, Jake. But you haven’t yet let yourself feel it in the raw, psychic honesty it deserves. And without that, your commentary risks underestimating the full horror of what’s unfolding.
You need to strip away every residual belief in the possibility that Trump could be swayed, reasoned with, or maneuvered. You need to allow yourself the purity of righteous fury—not the hot flash that burns out in minutes, but the cold, sustaining anger that can fuel a years-long fight. Because only that kind of fury survives contact with the scale of this evil. Only that kind of fury resists the constant psychological erosion Putin’s war depends on.
Ukraine needs it. The West needs it. And, frankly, if you don’t get on that level, then you’re still holding something back from yourself and your audience—something essential to the fight we’re all in.
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