The face(s) that could sink a thousand ships. Lets work on what we can do with drones. And that gut! Grappling gams made for sumo style, not the lightweight kind in high school … that would be the other guy, with newest odds spinning in his favor. Did they sell a single ticket for the match. Just the guy in the corner, the watcher in the ring. Rock concerts fare far better. But they’ll still bring their bout, a different kind this time, to D.C. and now Chicago.

The ugliness just keeps getting uglier, and that’s a task when you’re talking about Putin vs. Trump, and not just receding hairlines, but territories with status adrift amidst the war scenery on the map of the region.

If we could see a wrestling match between the two, would anybody come? A ticket to less fame, not even more. Even if it was held in Moscow rather than remote Siberia? Or a sumo match, with red carpet leading to the ring, with Trump this time the reigning champ because of his girth?  After all, these are two butt-ugly people – the ring girl quit after seeing portfolios of the headliners, and all that left was the hot dog guy and certainly not Oscar Meier — and we would be throwing them more on the world stage? But Mr. Z cuts a chiseled-look face, if not chin. But back to the summit of worldly concern, and that could be described as a non-summit,  as Putin could go as a VP, its good the two pez did not dispense any children, or even half-breed. Those pez toys might sell better.

But of course the newest news, and even this is being drowned out by other proclamations with less of a frown, as the summit continues to plummet, there will be not American boots in the foreign blood and the mud, and the guts and the beer, to bring in, or leave out, Fort McCoy. (The National Guard could still be brought out to Chicago, despite the D.C. experience, is the Upper Midwest close enough.) But what, could there be considered a reversal by a future president – say the year 3000 if you look at the history of this region of the world. I’d be more inclined to be concerned about a flip-flop by the current Fearless Leader, as he seems to do this almost daily.

The conflict and its process of entering into, isn’t to be entered with the rush typical of Russian guns, and needs expert care, a talking head said. What, has there not been time enough already, and what, is the talker’s head’s name tag Boris? Just so no one shoots the limo driver taking it back to the Continental United States, through Canada, from Alaska.  On the way there, and we assume it wasn’t flown in by a 787 or pre-empted by a glorified Uber from Anchorage, the Mounties may have offered protection, if tariffs were lifted, or they weren’t going to let a Boris-like bad guy in through the ranks if they were possibly seen on the take, as the taking is good, and the horses were too busy playing horse hockey to notice. After all, with all the shenanigans involving tariffs, income might have been cut and there might be a need to supplement, to wit. Or they could go south of the border and go ICE, to get a different job. “Vhat a country!”

Or a territory. Putin just grabs more. He has access to a port for his largely land-locked country, so why not just give up the ghost right now. The fact that he now has edged even closer to Poland, in the war against Ukraine, should be a concern to all, EU only the start. Poland gets not so slowly rolling. A rock and hopefully not to roll over. Remember Poland? Where Hitler’s grab and take started to finally raise question marks?

I will give Trump one thing. He gets around. And not just the 18 holes of a golf course, and too much of that, but by issuing about as many executive orders. You can’t burn Bondi or the Star Spangled Banner, in another far right move, but you can burn through your cash in bail for any minor alleged crime, and he can burn Bolton and bring up again Bridgegate. And it you defy any of his decrees, the National Guard will come getcha, while he takes his new reality show tour on the road. To your hometown.

But there is that golf thing. Too much of it. With the taxpayer paying for his junkets, going to places like Scotland – is that where all the good links are? – at a clip of $152 million for one term of office and $52 million so far the next … Why cut just cut in an even $100 million in the middle. And throw that presidential ballroom into the budgeting.

And Texas is officially redistricted. With 49 states also be to come? Will California be one? And a few territories? I gotta go back to that person who if she does not get mosquitoed, will get GOPed. Knowing that one rich friend, with the connections and that big ranch. Will that whole parcel be a separate district in itself?    

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