Russia from my House
A picture is worth a thousand words! Indeed. Russian Artist Andrei Budaev, the master of political parody, invites us to count the words.
Vladimir Putin has dominated Europe and Russia’s political stage like no other since Stalin. Pooti Poot is everywhere, and nowhere. What the American right in blatant mischaracterization attempted to pin on Obama, namely, leading from behind, has been employed by Putin with political mastery.
As the apocalyptic Bush Crusade piled up bloodied hands, broken fingernails and dead Iraqis, Tsar Pootimir became the voice of reason.
Donning one of his many disguises, Pontius Putin dispatches the enemies of the empire with relative ease. “Check it out, homies! No blood on my hands.”
Vladimir Henson pulls the strings on his puppets to feed the hungry visitors to the Gazprom soup kitchen, who, unquestionably, will pay any price, dance any jig and do Kermit the Frog impressions to stay warm each winter.
On the doorstep of the crusaders, Putin’s stripper in the west, Hugo Chavez, does a lap dance for Bush. “How yuh like deeeeezz nuts, Gringo George?
Many great empires broke and crumbled in the jaws of Mother Russia; it’s a beast that can never be tamed, only ridden by those who are truly its children. “When experience is not retained…infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”– George Santayana.
It’s irrelevant which butler answers the door, Putin remains master of the house. President Obama and his successors would be wise to heed Sarah Palin’s wisdom: “as Putin rears his head and comes into the air space of The United States of America, where– where do they go? It’s Alaska.”