like all politicians who have been around far too long, the little runt fancies himself something of an intellectual, deserving of a prestigious professorial seat at the local community college. and, most assuredly, deserving of pondering great philosophical problems. poot poot is fond of posing russia's current problems as an "existential dilemma," and a dilemma of such vexing proportion that russia is providentially provided with just the fellow to work it all out for the benefit of the russian people, and the russian body politic. in short, he fancies himself as the brains of the body politic.
it seems to me that he has all of this, the way he sees himself, exactly ass backwards. he strikes me as more the rump, or perhaps the chief asshole, in the body politic.
putin's "existance," if you will, is not russia's quint essential issue, rather it is the fate and existence of 144,000,000 odd russians (more or less) that is at stake, and this existence is just a little shaky at the moment, with this thoroughly pedestrian president at the helm, in charge of prognostications.
if i were one of those 144,000,000 persons, i would be far more worried about my personal existence, rather than russia's existential problems, as shepherded by the runt. it would seem to me that he has rather subordinated my personal existential dilemma's to what he conceives as his esteemed role and position in the world, devolving upon him the power to personally proffer the solution to my status in the world.
the runt has abrogated unto himself the power of life and death over his "subjects," and the lives of untold millions.
this is the problem with the powerful, especially political leaders. they see themselves as deserving of their "power," such as they conceive it, and as having arrived at their exalted station because of virtue, and ability, and intelligence rather than as having survived a backstreet knife fight.
if i were a russian, i would want to take steerage over my personal existential problems, and i would want to throw the runt into the drainage ditch before he totally screws the whole thing up for me, and for my other 144,000,000 fellows. i would view the matter of such pressing importance, that i would gladly see poot poot shot in the back of the head, a fate he has bestowed on many far less deserving than himself.
and, if i were in charge of his execution, i would put a 9mm bullet on the bridge of his nose, right between his eyes, and another, for good measure right into one of his ear canals, and, another, right on the little bony bump at the base of his skull. and, i would kick him right in the face with my hobnailed peasant's boot, right on his funny little nose. a couple times.
that is what i think of putin's intellectual pretenses, and his resolution of his "existential problems" to this point in his worthless life.
he thinks his problems are russia's. in fact, he is russia's problem.*** as noted, he has the whole matter exactly bass ackwards. the conceited little runt.
john jay @ 10.26.2022
*** and, one that the rooskies better solve "toot sweet," before he takes all of them down the toity with him. right down the big swirling flush of existence.
for "the poot". pouty poot. poopy poot. toot toot poot poot. preternaturally pootin. pukey putin. shithead poot ... (i know, it doesn't rhyme, but, the truth of it overrides the lack of rhyme.) pokey poot. punt the runt. petunia poot (a bit weak, but, i like it, so it is "in.") "strictly for the booty" pooty. pretentious poot. the runt of philosophs poot.