Learn Russian? NOT ME, BABY…NO WAY. Cat-alan, maybe, haha.
Okay, okay, I’m not writing today about Rome’s beauty but sometimes when we look aound us at the way Europeans and Americans and other live, we have to also look at places such as Russia, led by an ex-KGB, immovable, inflexible, megalomaniac statesman who is not exactly in good standing right now with other leaders around the planet.
Mama says in jest sometimes that we all ought to be learning Russian, but I’m pretty sure that won’t be necessary. When Putin stuck out his hand at the recent G20 gathering, Canada’s prime minister, Steven Harper said, “Well, I guess I should shake your hand, but I have only one thing to say: you should get out of Ukraine.”
And his was not the only cool response to Mr. P’s attempts at networking.
Networking implies working together, an oxymoron for Putin. With emphasis on moron.
When a spokesperson for Mr. P was asked if the comments of many of the attendees
Mr. P probably doesn’t sweat, either. Among other things….
No surprise. Well, that about says it all to me. A human being who thinks he is never upset is clearly in self-denial on a large scale. But are we sure that Mr. P is really an anthro? All of the anthros I know, even the difficult ones, have emotions that sometimes get away from them and call attention to matters that perhaps need reflection, such as when mama gets a bit miffed that I took a little nibble from the pollo alla diavola that SHE LEFT OUT BY MISTAKE ON THE KTICHEN COUNTER LAST NIGHT.
And I know now that she is delving deep into her soul to realize that it was HER doing and that she needs to be more attentive to her chores in order to save me from temptation and misdeeds.
Well, perhaps Mr. P ought to look at his screw-ups every now and then, such as invading Ukraine, shooting down an innocent plane carrying civilians over Ukraine, little things like that.
But somehow, I see that self-relection is not one of his talents. He wants something and he takes it, with no thought for consequences to others.
For me, it’s a given. I see misplaced leftover chicken, I eat some, I immediately know that I will not sleep well (god forbid!) that night because there is HOT PEPPER on it and rosemary (whatever that is) and I reflect on my furtive deeds and tell myself that I shall not repeat this particular indescretion again.
Without checking on the seasonings, that is.
And I don’t like it that Putin resembles a CAT. But he does…it’s just that cats have more sense.
Ugh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Putin doesn’t resemble a cat at all! Please don’t insult all of kittykind Loulou! Send your anthros to the optician quickly!
Putin is a nasty tyrant who needs to have a serious word with himself or preferably just vapourise out of existence.
Hope that the pollo was worth it YUM!
Luff
Mungo xx
I can see that you had sort of vague, quiet, unassuming feelings about that particular blog. HAHA.
Yes, P is NOT to be reckoned with. Maybe into the pit with the ISIS group?
Yes, me and the ape were distinctly “meh” about the whole post, you are so astute!
Yep, into the bin with ISIS and any other hate mongers
Luff
Mungo
Now where is that bin located exactly, Mungo??? Could we add a few more to it???