Every time I see one of Puty's "strategic targets": an apartment building, a hospital, a theatre, a railway station full of people trying to escape death I shudder.
The shudder is, of course, for the people who are becoming corpses.
But it is also, and mainly, for the world that is emerging.
Lying, snarling throwbacks to some imagined halcyon era are calling all the shots.
I recently called it a Coupe du Monde.
Puty levels cities; the rest of us protest; Puty says "I'm gonna nuke ya"; we go to Starbucks.
Looks like a coup to me.