Trumpushka

So reported The Beast: 

The Kremlin’s chief propagandist could hardly contain his excitement during his Tuesday show, The Evening With Vladimir Solovyov, reveling in U.S. President Donald Trump’s latest flurry of imperial aspirations and destructive moves against Western alliances.

Decorated state TV host Vladimir Solovyov danced, pranced, and praised Russia’s beloved “Trumpushka,” a man he has previously described as “our agent Trump.”

Now, dementia could be a part of Trump’s increasing instability and disinhibition, but it remains a reasonable and foundational inference that Trump’s pro-Russian agency has much more to do with Putin’s owning him. And that ownership threatens not only Ukraine, but Europe, and America as well. 

Here in Minneapolis, Minnesota, we’re being occupied by our fledgling dictator’s not-so-secret police.   

Not Calling Just to Say 'Hi"

My headline reads “Hours before he is scheduled to meet Zelensky, Trump reports ‘productive’ Putin call”. Productive for Putin, I suspect, in that Vlady probably reminded his useful idiot of all the stuff he has on DJT. Given Donald’s aging and evidences of dementia, his memory may not be what it once was, and Putin needed to remind him that without Russia, Donald might well be in prison. And could be yet.

With Friends Like US

The shame of American policy with regard to Ukraine is coming complete with the 28-point Trumpian Surrender Proposal: Biden because he failed; Trump because he is poised to succeed on behalf of his handler, V. Putin. Can there really be any doubt that DJT is a Russian asset? Cowardly and corrupt of tragically historic proportions. With an equally cowardly and corrupt and feckless Republican House and Senate. Alas, there is no shame among them.

Nostra culpa, nostra culpa.

Tomahawked

There are Tomahawks and there is talk of Tomahawks. “We may do it. We may not. But we may do it.” “Maybe, maybe not.” These were the big, beautiful, decisive words of TACO Don, just before he became TALKO Don. After consulting with his model tyrant and possible handler/blackmailer, Vlad Putin the First, TALKO decided against supplying Tomahawks to Ukraine. No surprise. Trump Always Lets Kriminals Off.

Drones Over Poland

So, now, Donald Trump’s puppet-master in Russia has provocatively launched some drones into Poland. What will the putative leader of the free world do? Probably nothing. Why? Any number of reasons.

Again, my inference is that Putin has him somehow by the short hairs. No national leader can be so geopolitically ignorant, so lacking in self- and national-respect, and so uncoercedly servile as to misunderstand Putin’s behavior and contempt for this President of the United States. Trump must have no choice but to take it like a simp.

Second, Trump sees nothing in it for himself—anymore. They don’t give out a Nobel Prize for Surrender, which is how a bone-spurred draft-dodger seems to understand peace-making in Ukraine.

Third, the spirit shown by President Zelensky and Ukraine—intrepid, innovative, resilient, and fundamentally decent—is not only foreign to Donald Trump, it’s a standing rebuke to how he understands the world and lives his life.

Any energy, leadership, or creative initiative in support of Ukraine will originate elsewhere than the Oval Office. There remain a few senatorial Cold War holdovers in the RINO Party who might be able to join with Democrats to counter Putin’s most recent aggressions. Perhaps Europe will assemble a backbone. Such are the non-despotic paths to resistance. As they should be.

Alaska

The deference that Trump pays to Vladimir Putin does not, to my eye, require genuine empathy or admiration. (I have my doubts that Trump has any genuinely positive regard for anyone but himself.) He might envy Putin’s power and position and might even respect the ruthlessness exhibited to get there, but Trump’s complimentary attitude, like all Trumpian attitudes, is a purely self-serving performance. Putin must have something on Trump—there are so many possibilities! Trump bows, scrapes, and fawns because really, he has no choice. Putin owns him.

  

50 Days

Commander-in-Chief Bonespurs has set a deadline of 50 days for Vladimir Putin to conclude a peace with Ukraine. (That’s like, “forever” in Donnie time.) Given the Furor’s lack of adherence to self-imposed deadlines for diplomacy generally, tariffs and tariff deal-making, and 24-hour war-stopping, I don’t suppose Putin is overly concerned with Comrade Kompromat’s recent “change of tone.” Nor should he be. It is probably just the media jawboning of a compliant monkey who’d otherwise surrender outright if he could. Indeed, while he promised weaponry that should have been delivered months ago, he also proscribed using it on Moscow. How’s that for tough talk. 

On the other hand, it would be wonderfully ironic if the source of Donald’s newfound attitude were Melania’s early memories of the good old Soviet Union. There is hope, it seems, but always from where you little expect.