By David Glenn Cox
It’s really just a case of “Good” Vlad and “Bad “Vlad. That scrappy little guy coming down that red carpet smiling, saying, “Where have you been? Whatcha been doing with yourself fella! Hey! Good to see you, man. I’m here to listen too! So, what have you got for me? Only the walls and the aids who foolishly wrote it all down know that. Unaware evidence like that could be the single piece of evidence used against you at trial. It’s always the guy who writes this stuff down. But we can’t be sure of anything they spoke about. Except that whatever they said they spoke about is probably a lie.
They opened a peace negotiation with a flyover display of military power. Now ask yourself, is that anyway to open peace negotiations? A closed fist pounding on the table top shouting “Negotiate…or else! The little guy gets it!” But very quickly, the smiles went away, and it all began to go very badly. No opening statements? Somebody had come there ready for business. No fooling around! We don’t want to hear yer lame opening statement! We all know why we’re here! Who is zooming whom is anybody’s guess?
Like the Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade throws a fit in front of the fat man. Smashing his glass and kicking the furniture. “You’ve got till five o’clock! Then you’re either in or you’re out!” Then smiling on his way out. It could be the orange one playing Sam Spade. Throwing his glass down at Putin. “Sign, or the little guy gets it!” Or it could be just the opposite. Vlad came in, looking to spar. Throwing his drink on Trump’s floor, shouting something about, something about five o’clock. The scenario works either way.
The ”Hey let’s all be friends and get drunk together” banquet was cancelled. Come on in and have some of our frozen chicken dinners. The cancelling of that event was a clear signal. We don’t want to be your friend! Buddy! “Well, we don’t want to be your buddy either…pal” Well then, we should cancel the banquet then, shouldn’t we, Buddy? “Yes, you should do that …pal. We wouldn’t have come, anyway.” Well, we wouldn’t have asked you if we thought you’d really show up.” We were just being Mar a Lago friendly.
The king, through his propaganda networks, keeps trying to do CPR on this summit that wasn’t. Guessers and experts telling of possible deals and land swaps. A deal already dead-on arrival as Ukraine and Europe would never agree to it. It’s the opposite of their interests. They wish to recover what they’ve lost. Not to give more away! That’s not a peace deal. It’s a surrender preamble. But maybe somebody got home to Moscow and got a case of the red ass about it. Feeling it was all just a phony set up for more of the same old junk. Plus, it’s great press for Vlad. “I told him to put it where the sun doesn’t shine, fat boy, and to take his orange back side back to the house.
Immediately, the Russians began to downplay it. Because successful summits have announcements and bulletins and communiques released by the prospective press offices. If they don’t want to talk about it, that says enough all by itself. That’s old news! And the stories continue. (You’re going to like this one) until four caliber cruise missiles crashed into a factory owned by an American interest. Well gee, that sounds more like a cover story, if I’ve ever heard one. What do they make in this here factory of American interests? Ready?
“Coffee Pots!” says president Zelensky. You’re telling me the Russians would waste four of their very best and scarce cruise missiles on a coffee pot factory? When one missile alone would have been enough to do the job. Those were message cruise missiles. Sent with love from Vlad. “Coffee pot’s my ass!” This was a special coffee pot factory. The secret intelligence coffee pot factory. And Russia just off’t it in a big and showy way. Putin throwing his drink down at the fat man’s feet.
Answering in a punctuated way, to say he’s very pissed off. Over on the other side of the Russian land mass in Kaliningrad. As they prepare for military exercises close to the three Baltic states. If Putin wanted to cause trouble, that would be the best place to start. Bad Vlad, being Bad Vlad says. I’ll show you! I’ll start world war three! I’ll do it! Don’t you test me! But if Putin has another army ready for war. Why doesn’t he deploy it and win the war in Ukraine? It’s just too far-fetched to believe. It’s a stunt. It’s an ominous and threatening stunt, but it’s still just a stunt.
Puppet state Belarus says its people should prepare for war with NATO. Because that’s what Vlad told them to say. While in this country, all threatening and ominous news stories are deleted. 100,000-man army is where? Military exercises, so? The peace summit went so well, Putin is now threatening war. It’s a good thing the American public doesn’t know about it. That could upset them.
So could the Chinese fire drills and mock attacks on Taiwan. Those are going on at the same time as China and the US hammer out their long-postponed trade talks. Subtle, don’t you think? It really shows how much world leaders respect Donald Trump. For the educated, you write up a document. For the uneducated, you put on a show.
Four scarce Caliber cruise missiles used on an innocent CIA coffee pot factory is an escalation and show enough. Illustrating and destroying American involvement all at the same time. That’s stepping over the diplomatic line. We don’t bomb their ships in the harbor, and they don’t bomb our intelligence asset coffee pot factories. Until now. Boy, oh boy! The summit sure went great! Don’t you think? I can’t wait for the next one.
Message received, the king and his junta are said to have now withdrawn all peace proposals. It’s like “Death of a Salesman sad.” So, ham handed and amateurish enough as to be frightening. They really thought they were making progress. Or they really thought they were faking progress. Until they blew up the coffee pot factory with cruise missiles. The summit went so well the two sides are no longer speaking to each other and are on the verge of war.
The administration rising to its level of contempt. Putting all of their pointy little heads together just to piss people off and come up with nothing, while toying with the desperate.
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