Vladimir Putin, according to
global accounts, is a brutal, calculating
former KGB thug,
make that Colonel Thug, probably responsible for far more deaths than
one can count on a centipede's fingers.
It's generally accepted that he's gone so far as to kill his enemies,
even Russia's own agents of betrayal, with polonium hidden via an Atomic
Number 84 Lunch Special of the day.
In Russia, he currently has no shortage of enemies and critics, many of
whom end up in notorious Russian prisons simply for not showing the love. Remember the teenage female rock band which
dared to dis' Vlad? Whilst Miley Cyrus
swings nude on a ball and chain for a video, these teens face a ball and chain,
prison-vintage, for many years to come, with hard labor -- and we're not
talking childbirth labor.
Vlad? Hmm.
Well, he's not actually Vlad the Impaler (no fangs, Dracula), nor
is he exactly Grigori Efimovich
Rasputin, the Siberian "mad monk," though when you take away the
"Ras" you still get Putin, so maybe by name alone there's a little of
Czar Nicholas II's religious advisor in his DNA after all. A rose by any other name. . .
Still, he loves his country, clearly. And he leads -- in his own way. Some so-called leaders don't quite love their countries so much, and they don't really know much about leadership. They're more about fundamental transformation. Oh, silly me, but this is about Putin, isn't it?
Yet -- Here's
a strange, as the late news commentator Paul Harvey might say. The New York Times printed a letter
from Putin this week, a very well-written letter which brilliantly humiliated
both Obama and the United States -- and the crowds went wild! Well, not the political class, but "just
plain folks" sure saw something of interest in Putin's words. A murderous thug!
Why? Why were Americans from coast to coast
hypnotized with brazen statements Putin and/or his own PR folks concocted to
condemn U.S. efforts in the Middle East and elsewhere? I think there's a simple answer: Unlike the increasingly diminutive fraud
acting the role of president in the United States, Putin sounded, well, presidential. He didn't communicate in the meaningless
platitudes we are consistently fed by Mr. Obama and his pathetic minions, no,
instead Putin expressed himself clearly and without clutter. He communicated. Good for Putin -- and a tragedy for my
country.
Russia stepped
right into the Syrian crisis with resolve, made Secretary Kerry look as useful
as a stopped clock, and simultaneously made hay out of chemical weapons and a
fool out of Obama, whose reputation domestically and internationally is now so
weak and probably irretrievable that his every appearance before the TV cameras
will seem equivalent to a puppet show.
This should not be a surprise, however.
The fraud in the White House simply had to be found out eventually. Obama is obviously not the smartest
man in the world, maybe just one of the most arrogantly incompetent. He gets away with things because the media
and his friends in Congress, Hollywood, academia and parts of the corporate
world let him. But the worm is, we
suspect, turning. In the words of the
street, some folks are wising up.
So, the New
York Times gave us a letter from Putin, strategically adept at humiliating
and pissing off a nonetheless surprisingly grateful nation, while Obama honored
us with. . .a speech (yawn. . .) telling us everything we already suspected he
would say. Flapdoodle and stuff. Mere seconds elapsed before his explanation
about Syria was almost supplanted by the mention that children had died because
of chemical weapons.
Mr. President,
as always it's a shame that children died and it's a shame that anybody dies in
a war, and it's a shame that there is war at all. Bu'cha know, a lot of Americans would like to
know -- when do you intend to go on
national TV and blame the swine of radical Islam for killing a little American
boy when bombs exploded in Boston a few months ago? Sorry about Syria, but when are you going to
do something about our porous borders and all the killers making their way
inside the U.S. to murder -- our children -- and us as enemies within?
I, for one, am
g.d. sick and tired of having some politician or TV mouthpiece throw a dead
child in my face or name a law after one every time they want something
accomplished. The art and success of
playing on society's emotions through such devious means tends to apply
shackles to the future.
The unions say
jump and Obama asks how high would they like:
Apparently, when the union bosses stood solidly behind passage and
implementation of the Affordable Care Act with their good Democrat buddies,
they neglected to realize their members would become entwined in all the same
spider webs intended for non-union Americans -- and now they're screaming like
chickens at the slaughter. No problem --
the Administration quickly jumped on this one like flies on. . .well, you know. Obama & Co. instantly rushed into action
and suggested various concessions for union members -- just union members -- if
the upper echelon would simply be good and shut up. "Obamacare" deserves nothing less
than defunding and repeal, and readers here would do well to remember what
their congressional members did come election time. The Republicans aren't any better than the
Dems (which voted 100 percent for the bill with no Repub support whatsoever),
because it came to light that Eric Cantor is writing House bills that both allow
Republicans to defund Obamacare -- and then, in a separate bill, allow the
Senate full authorization to fund the stupid thing, thus allowing congressional
members to tell their constituents, well, I voted against funding (before they
voted for funding!). To borrow from
George Orwell, in America all men and women are created equal -- except some
men and women are created more equal than others, when it comes to
"Obamacare."
Voyager I leaves
our universe at last and scientists calculate that it could reach the next
star system in 40,000 years. I hope
Voyager continues to transmit signals to earth so the cockroach-tapeworm people
descended from humans by then can know what's up "out there." Who knows, maybe Captain James T. Flatworm of
the parasitic Starship Cestode will be cruising the galaxy by then.
I've rarely
heard or seen so many promotions for motion pictures as I have for
"The Family" the past few days.
I have no interest in seeing it, but I would like only to observe that,
generally, the more a movie is advertised, the worse it is. Just ask the critics (the ones who aren't
paid off to say nice words). You'll have
to be the judge.
The Tesla
Automobile Co. has made headlines in recent days because they're going
full speed ahead on the electric car -- the critter that requires recharging
stations all over the country. Same old
problem, though -- while all the "green" folk herald this
up-and-coming technology, there's still a requirement to produce energy the
old-fashioned way because when you plug in the car the juice still comes from conventional
means. Complicating reality -- Obama and
his vicious EPA just announced new, harshly stringent requirements for
coal-fired energy plants. Combine that
with his original promise to make coal plant licenses so expensive and
regulation-burdened to acquire that they'll go out of business and --
voila! We get what we get. I don't know about the electric car (I must
be a moron, because I think something else will replace it in the future), but
anybody can see what's coming with electric bills for home and industry once a
major source of American energy (coal) is beaten to death by government regs. Hmm, who was it who said energy prices must "necessarily skyrocket?" Oh yeah, now I remember. . .
