Showing posts with label Putin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Putin. Show all posts

Saturday, March 26, 2022

Wasteland

They have plundered the world, stripping naked the land in their hunger… they are driven by greed, if their enemy be rich; by ambition, if poor… They ravage, they slaughter, they seize by false pretenses, and all of this they hail as the construction of empire. And when in their wake nothing remains but a desert, they call that peace.


Tacitus


  • Born: 56
  • Died: 117


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Lovers of the wasteland:


1) Kirill, the Patriarch of Russian Orthodox Christianity


As The New Yorker noted, “Kirill’s support for the [Russian invasion of Ukraine] was no surprise. The Russian Orthodox Church is an arm of the state, and Kirill is one of Putin’s trusted advisers.”*


The reason for his support was the surprise:

the invasion was about stemming the spread of “gay parades” from the West, and [he] celebrated it as “a struggle that has not a physical but a metaphysical significance,” explaining that “we are talking about something different and much more important than politics. We are talking about human salvation.”

Perhaps you, like me, find it difficult to imagine bombs and tanks as necessary weapons of “a culture war—a holy war,” which is how The New Yorker claims Kirill looks at the world, seeing an existential battle between “religious traditionalism and liberalism.” 


Better a parade of death and destruction to bring about "human salvation" than a few multi-colored banners in a gay parade.


2) Pat Robertson


Unlike Kirill, Robertson wonders whether Vladimir Putin is “out of his mind . . .  yes, maybe so.”** But loony or non-loony, Putin has a purpose on this Earth—“he's being compelled by God.”


Robertson, who must have a direct hot line to God, explains that Putin’s move into Ukraine wasn’t about conquering that country. “His goal was to move against Israel, ultimately."


You’re confused? But wait, here’s Robertson’s explanation:

God is getting ready to do something amazing, and that will be fulfilled . . . . And what Putin is doing, by moving as he is, to set up Ukraine as a staging ground for one of the armies, and then across is Erdogan in Turkey, and you've got between them that little Dardanelles area. And it's going to happen. So I say, that is what's coming up. Is Putin crazy? Is he mad? Well, perhaps. But God says, I'm going to put hooks in your jaws and I'm going to draw you into this battle, whether you like it or not. And he's being compelled, after the move into the Ukraine, he's being compelled to move to get a land bridge, and then across the Dardanelles with Turkey, and watch what's going to happen next. You read your Bible, because it's coming to pass.

So, God is using Putin as a cat’s paw to bring Armageddon to pass. 


How nice that the wasteland of Earth will be offset by the delight of a few non-sinners (certainly none of Kirill’s gays) eating grapes and romping through the clouds of heaven.


Peace—it’s wonderful.


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* https://www.newyorker.com/news/daily-comment/the-pope-the-patriarchs-and-the-battle-to-save-ukraine


** https://www.salon.com/2022/03/01/pat-robertson-putin-is-being-compelled-by-god-to-invade-ukraine-and-fulfill-biblical-prophecy_partner/


 

 

Monday, March 14, 2022

Benito never kicked my cat

Tucker Carlson:

Has Putin ever called me a racist? Has he threatened to get me fired for disagreeing with him? Has he shipped every middle-class job in my town to Russia? Did he manufacture a worldwide pandemic that wrecked my business and kept me indoors for two years? Is he teaching my children to embrace racial discrimination? Is he making fentanyl? Is he trying to snuff out Christianity? Does he eat dogs?

These are fair questions, and the answer to all of them is "no." Vladimir Putin didn't do any of that. So, why does permanent Washington hate him so much?


https://www.mediamatters.org/tucker-carlson/tucker-carlson-gives-passionate-defense-vladimir-putin-person


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Benito never kicked my cat,

Ate my porridge, crushed my hat.


Stalin remembered to return

My samovar, my coffee urn.


Hitler and the Nazi SS

Never made my carpet a mess.


I confess that Pol Pot

Never took my parking spot.


Pinochet and Vlad the Impaler

Never squatted in my house trailer.


The Tonton Macoute and Papa Doc

Never re-set my electric clock.


And surely Chairman Mao

Never tried to milk my cow.


Franco warned the Falange:

“Hands off Tucker’s blancmange.”


Thus I am so very glad 

To deny that they were bad.