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October 07, 2008

Vlady's Napoleon Complex is Not Even a Good One

 

 

We know Putin is both sick and disturbing; he’s also a pitiful little creature.

 

 

His latest wee adventure seems to involve trying to impress the young girls (or boys) with his faux black belt, thanks to a new vanity DVD he just released, of all things. We recently heard the news of course, about his leaving his wife for the young gymnast half his age. And then there was this inexplicable scene:

 

 

Indeed, there is a lot that is creepy about the man, but also a lot that is just plain pathetic. How good is a black belt if everyone is afraid to truly challenge him to a match for fear of the consequences of defeating him? If you were one of his subjects, would you take down Putin if you could or would you rather not have your family disappear. Would you be the first to announce the emperor has no clothes? Not very likely unless you had nothing to lose.

 

 

 

 

Putin still, no doubt, considers himself a tough guy. Why, he can have his friends shoot tigers with darts!

 

 

...and even catch fish the size of minnows.

 

 

Why don’t you come to Texas and try catching a large mouth bass, Mr. Putin. Or go to Alaska. You know, even the women there can shoot, kill, skin, and prepare their own Moose. And they (the women and the moose) are better looking than you. Then again, poor Liliputin and the fish in the photo above are probably proportional in size (he is rather short, you know), so it's probably a good, safe match. Mr. Putin, I really hate to be the one to say this, but winning the Special Olympics is not all that your handlers are telling you it is.

 

Mr. Putin's apparently prosthetic breasts:

 

 

It does portend poorly, however, for the fish that delivers the first bite, as theoreticians who study the Napoleon complex have discovered. Indeed, our poor, lonely Vladimir Vladimirovich Liliputin is just a sad, tired, worn out pathetic little imp of a dictator, afraid of his own shadow and even more afraid of yours. True, he picks most of his fights, but he loses them, too. At this very moment, in fact, he can barely hold up his Medvedev puppet without trembling as oil crashes along with the Russian stock market along with his gilded little empire, such that it is. Since its first diagnosis years ago, there have been some folks who have managed to fill the shoes of a pretty decent Napoleon complex; unfortunately, aside from his small stature, Vlady the wishful Putintate falls even far short of this. Mr. Putin, if you were to visit Disney Land, you'd see signs next to all the rides indicating the appropriate height one must be to hop on, where you're the kid who's too short to be allowed on any of them. The world is sort of like that for you, Mr. Putin. Such a sad little fellow, you are.

 

 

Hat tip: "Leesa"

 

 

Posted by Martin at October 7, 2008 03:08 PM

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