Putin's Sputtering, Paranoid Press Conference: A Few Thoughts
Okay, a few things. (1) I wish I could say he's drunk. I'm left only with he's crazy. He sounds like a repurposed Fox viewer. (2) Man, he REALLY MISSES having the US as an enemy. He really wants us back and it drives him crazy we haven't given a shit about Russia since 1992. I think a small part of this is that. He'd love us to take some kind of action--it fits into his strange attempt to become the leader of his hemisphere. He spends a bit of time in this trying to blame us for fomenting it. Forgetting, again, no, we have no reason to, we truly do not give a shit. (3) Lies, lies lies. And here's the thing about the way he uses the term "fascist," which an actual Ukrainian explained to me: they use that the same way we might use the word "communist," or "terrorist." In other words, as a tag for any perceived enemy. This is, obviously, because of their experience of the Nazi invasion and massacres. It's particularly important to him to remind the Ukrainians of those memories(as Guiliani liked to remind NYers of 9/11 and for the same reason) because Ukraine and Belarus suffered first and worst in that. (Note: It's not working because Ukrainians also remember another country that murdered masses of them just before that) (4) Putin seems unaware that any media is visible to Ukrainians, Russians, and indeed the world than official Russian propaganda. He tells a series of easily-disprovable lies, exactly the same way they did in the days of the USSR. I wonder if he knows or cares he sounds like Iraqi Pete. Probably not because he's not vulnerable as they are. Keep in mind you are looking at a desperate man increasingly unpopular in his own country. Also keep in mind the measures Putin has taken in Russia recently are very much the sort of things a tyranny would before launching a war. (for one thing, it locks the RO Church in its support of him, helpful at such a time certainly) Desperate men do stupid and destructive things. ___________________
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