Nov 29 2022:
Putin
Bury your face
Turn those sly Slavic eyes downward into the dirt
As we see behind them the predator and narcissist
Which rise yet again from the graves Russian lore
Shirtless on a horse while corruption, mortality rates and GDP plummet
Almost dismissed on the world scene – even in sports
Your last and only world class station, your military machine, humiliated
Proven to be as rotten as the rest of it
The final arrow in your quill, all that’s left of the decadent empire
Is the launch code to a rusting nuclear arsenal, that may or may not work as expected
In the hands of a KGB assassin, a psychopath who would poison a man and his daughter with polonium
Unadmired, alone, turning your people to Iran, North Korea
Then sitting rather stupidly, like Chaplin as the Great Dictator, at the end of a very long table
An ugly morphing into the Tolstoian fool; an impeccably dressed general with not a whit or a clue
Staring intensely at the big board in the war room, the chess of heroes
Grand decisions to take the breath away
But comically failing to see the farce
The chess pieces are really not chess pieces at all
They are rotting hors–d’oeuvres left over’s from the Tsar’s last meals
And all this folly at a moment of choosing that could not be worse
In the millions of years it took humanity to get to now our flame may never before have flickered so perilously
And you Putin, you embarrassment to humanity
Instead of bringing Russia to a bearing towards the salvation of that flame
Joining the comity of nations to address the difficulties ahead
Bringing the genius of your people to the table
You man idiot run out on the stage and shit yourself
An awful stench, a big mess to clean up
So now instead of the great global transition out of carbon
Instead of windmills, solar farms, smart grids, nuclear arms deals, a cure for cancer, solving AI and a hundred other things to bring hope back to humanity and our children,
We are driven to the brink of the madness of a new arms race
Wasted treasure, wasted ingenuity, wasted genius, wasted time and the lost esprit de corps that comes from working together on a just cause
Imagine, we are back to stockpiling weapons for WW3
The incredible stupidity of this
And the gods!
They look down from their ramparts
and sigh
They know there is now only course to salvation
Expiation
This monster must be beaten into the ground
Regardless the price
He must be sent back to the dung beetles
And his church must go with him
