By David Glenn Cox
It doesn’t take a top-drawer KGB agent to know the big goof is susceptible to flattery. Even with climate change, there’s suddenly a lot of snow around. But snow is common in Alaska. It snows all the time in Russia. And in my mind’s eye I see a fisherman making a long cast with a rod and reel and live bait. And just at that point of starting to reel that baited line in. Putin says, without Mr. Trump, we might have had a war. He did that! He saved you from a catastrophe you didn’t even know about! I’m usually pretty mean and hard-nosed, he said. But that Mr. Trump, he makes the light shine up in the sky. Oh boy, Does he!
Then back in Moscow, Mr. Putin says. That Mr. Trump, he’s some great guy, you know? He’s wise and brave in all things! And then the deal comes into view. Trump is not going to help him until Putin kisses his ass publicly. “Who is the greatest leader in the whole world? Come on, say it! Who?”
“Well, that would be you, Donald. Everyone knows that, Donald. You’re the bestest at everything!” It’s a can’t miss strategy. Pour flattery on him and stir, and he can’t resist. Look what it did for Kim Jong Un. Say a few nice things and flattery will get you anywhere policy. Even a visit from President Goofus to himself to make you look good on the world stage. Look at me! I’m important! I had the President of the United States come to me! To MY house, like a mangy stray dog. The so-called leader of the so-called, used to be free world comes groveling at MY door!
It really makes me wonder what subjects they really spoke about after the press had left the room. Or is it just a general strategy to just keep throwing cookies at the big ape, because it couldn’t hurt? The footsie going on is alarming. President Zelensky lifts his head saying, wait a minute. What’s going on with you two and this sudden charm offensive? Suspecting a deal has already been made behind his back. Knowing the President of the United States and Canada is wholly susceptible. And he damn near can’t help himself Like a puppy told to stay when food is placed in front of him.
Then, the return message. A personal note by Malaria Trump written to Vladimir Putin in her own hand. (you believe that, right?) Something that the narcissist in chief Trump is going to offer up? And here’s a note from that dear sweet wife of mine! She’s a great humanitarian. Don’t you know? She sends you a personal note just for Mr. Vlad. A note Malaria probably knew nothing about, for the children of Ukraine. Aww, bless her heart! She cares! Never mind her partner in crime cut off aid to starving children all across the globe. But now we’re expected to believe she really cares about little children.
The media fall on the story ravenously; even while half-assed, not believing it themselves. But after the Alaska meeting, there was left behind a news vacuum needing to be filled…with something or with anything. Trying to salvage some small piece of “Good News” out of this fiasco of nothingness. And after the media had built it up so and hyped it like a used car salesman. Then for a Grand Finale! Nothing! Absolutely nothing! No, joint communique, just see you later, bye now. Nothing. Anyway, nothing they can talk about publicly.
Russia needs cash! They are nearing the end of their tether. So, if a little debasement is what’s called for, Vlad will take one for the sake of the team. Sanctions have consequences and Russia’s sole source of hard cash is in oil. Without sanction relief, the war is all but lost. Russia has burned through its sovereign wealth fund and even the money hidden in the cookie jar. New taxes and shakedowns and selling off infrastructure like the railroads.
Their army is tired, and their equipment is bad. All of their radios won’t talk to each other. The army telephones are different from the air-force. Officers use a third style mobile phone. Which doesn’t talk to the other two. It’s all about security. The generals are afraid the others will hear something that they really shouldn’t. You can’t be too careful, you know? Cars blow up in this Russia! People fall to their deaths from first story windows in this Russia. So, pull up the drawbridge and bar the door and don’t let anyone in. That’s where we are. The CYA phase of the war. Cover your ass and begin to think about surviving in the post-war world.
A recent Russian offensive made a breakthrough of almost ten miles. Then, like the battle of the bulge. The Germans could achieve a breakthrough but were unable to exploit it or maintain it. The Russian breakthrough was finally stopped and cut off. Leaving the front line largely in status quo only without all the Russian men and equipment they wasted. A boxer punched out and weary. Making Mr. Putin’s claim of Trump averting a war as just that obvious.
As Abe Lincoln once said. “One war at a time.” Russia is barely treading water in Ukraine. She has no secret army hiding somewhere well-trained and well equipped. They are down to their last with an army of generals and meat fodder. An army of old men and walking wounded and they know what’s coming next too. The end is near, or at least, their actions and comments made, would lead you to believe that they believe the end of the war is near. CYA Bubba!
That Mr. Trump sure is a snappy dresser, huh? That classic red tie, everyone loves red! And his lovely wife Montana. Let’s see what she has written to daddy Vlad in this most personal note of hers. {Deposit five hundred million dollars in the following Swiss bank account before noon on September 1st. If you want to live!} Aww, isn’t that nice?And in her own handwriting, too!
“And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.”
― William Shakespeare
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