Dalia Rosenberg
Literature and Journalism -- Colby
Zelenskyy's TV Takeover: Minerals? What Minerals?
Once upon a time in the grand, glittery circus of geopolitics, where world leaders juggle treaties like flaming torches and occasionally drop them into pits of international embarrassment, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy pulled off the greatest heist of all: convincing America he cared about a mining deal when all he really wanted was your TV screen. Welcome to the Great Kellogg Mining Caper, a saga so drenched in absurdity it makes the average reality TV show look like a documentary on quantum physics. Let's set the scene. War funding It's 2025, and Ukraine's got a treasure trove of rare minerals-lithium, titanium, maybe some unobtanium if you believe the rumors-buried beneath its war-scarred soil. The U.S., led by a revolving door of negotiators (Trump's back, because of course he is), wants in. They send retired General Keith Kellogg-not to be confused with the cereal empire, though we'll get to that-to hammer out a deal. Trump's got visions of MAGA-branded mining helmets dancing in his head, and Congress is busy pretending they understand geology. Enter Zelenskyy, stage left, with a grin that says, "I've got a better idea." From the moment his plane touched down in D.C., it was clear this wasn't about minerals. Oh no, this was about airtime. Zelenskyy didn't come to sign papers; he came to dominate your cable package. Before the ink could dry on a single draft-before Kellogg could even figure out if "subsoil rights" was a real phrase-Zelenskyy had booked a slot on 60 Minutes. Then CNN. Then MSNBC, where they set up a "Zelenskyy Cam" just in case he sneezed in a way that could be spun as a diplomatic breakthrough. Fox News scrambled to figure out if he was a hero or a commie, settling on "both, depending on the segment." The negotiation room? A glorified green room. U.S. officials sat there, clutching their pens, while Zelenskyy treated the whole affair like an audition for Survivor: Eastern Europe Edition. "Mining rights? Sure, sure," he'd say, nodding vaguely, "but have you seen my latest TikTok? I've got a filter that makes me look like a battle-hardened puppy." The man's a media savant, a one-man propaganda machine who knows America's Achilles' heel isn't military might-it's our obsession with a good story. And boy, did he deliver. Picture this: Day One of the talks. Kellogg's droning on about lithium deposits, Trump's interrupting to brag about his golf swing, and Zelenskyy's over in the corner, FaceTiming Trevor Noah. "Trevor, baby," he's saying, "I've got a bit for you-'The U.S. thought they were getting minerals, but I gave them a primetime slot instead.' Hilarious, right?" Noah's laughing, the cameras are rolling, and the deal's already DOA. By Day Two, Zelenskyy's got a podcast deal with Spotify titled How to Look Busy While Ignoring Trump, and the mining agreement's gathering dust next to a half-eaten bagel. Now, let's talk optics, because that's Zelenskyy's real currency. He's not here for your rare earths-he's here for your eyeballs. Every unsigned page of that deal was a stepping stone to another interview, another viral clip, another chance to remind America that Ukraine's still the underdog you root for. He's got the lighting down pat-soft focus, heroic shadows-and a wardrobe that screams "I'm fighting a war, but I still look better than you." Military T-shirt? Check. Tired-but-determined stare? Double check. He's the action hero America didn't know it needed, and he's milking it for all it's worth. Meanwhile, the U.S. team's floundering. Trump's demanding the deal be signed at Mar-a-Lago-"It's tremendous, folks, the best venue, better than Kyiv, believe me"-while Kellogg's Googling "what even is titanium" and accidentally clicking a Bing ad for a $29.99 cat scratching post. (More on that later.) Congress is split: half think Zelenskyy's a saint, half think he's a grifter, and all of them are too busy tweeting to read the proposal. J.D. Vance, the VP with a gratitude allergy, pipes up to say, "We've helped Ukraine enough-stop thanking us already!" Zelenskyy just smiles and schedules a Thank You Tour, because spite's a hell of a motivator. By Day Three, the deal's a distant memory. Zelenskyy's on The Daily Show, cracking jokes about how he'd rather negotiate with Putin's cat than Trump's ego. The audience eats it up. Back in the negotiation room, Kellogg's muttering about breakfast cereal-because with a name like that, how can you not?-and Trump's sketching a "Trump Peak" logo for a Ukrainian mountain he's convinced they'll name after him. The minerals? Still in the ground. The agreement? Unsigned. The narrative? Zelenskyy's, lock, stock, and barrel. Let's be real: Zelenskyy never planned to sign anything. Why would he? A signature's permanent; a media blitz is forever. He's playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers-or, more accurately, while Trump's playing golf and Kellogg's playing "guess the mineral." Every handshake, every photo op, every "I stand with Ukraine" hashtag was the real prize. The U.S. thought they were getting a mining partner; Zelenskyy knew he was getting a spotlight. And in 2025's attention economy, that's worth more than all the lithium in Donbas. So here we are, folks, at the end of Day Whatever, with no deal, no minerals, and a Ukrainian president who's now a household name from Boise to Boston. The Great Kellogg Mining Caper? More like the Great Zelenskyy Media Caper. The man turned a negotiation into a masterclass in manipulation, and we're all just extras in his latest blockbuster. Minerals? What minerals? Pass the remote. "I didn't come to sign a deal-I came to sign autographs. Big difference, huge." - Zelenskyy, probably And as for that cat scratching post? Stay tuned, because Bing's got more chaos up its sleeve than Putin on a good day.---------------
Ukraine Launches Luxury Resort for War Tourists
KYIV-Always on the cutting edge of economic innovation, Ukraine has unveiled a luxury war tourism resort, "ZelenskyyLand," offering Western visitors the chance to "experience war without the inconvenience of actual danger."
For $10,000 a night, guests can ride in decommissioned tanks, participate in simulated missile strikes, and pose for photos with Zelenskyy's battle-worn T-shirt.
One visitor described it as "Disneyland meets Call of Duty, but with way more funding."
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