How fucking miserably, unrelenting is the infinately fucking stupidity of some… some… some derelict squirt from the ass glands of a russian toy terrier.

The excretion I’m talking about? The little snake- Vladdy. Actually - I retract that remark. It’s unfair to snakes. 

At this time, I am currently unwilling to use the term “human” or “person” in reference to the giant steaming pile of excrement  that is he.

Ya see, he’s doing something others have done before. It’s something that’s absurd and adds no value to the world.

War, that is.

And the world’s been thrown into chaos by this little man who has difficulty on his skates.

 Little Vladdy, the cancerous pustule should look at the ground beneath him every now and then:

Little Vladdy - is not an exceptional human being. 

You have all met a Putin.

You have. He just wasn’t as rich. Or as well armed.

There are control freaks everywhere, convinced that their worldview is the only correct way to establish world order and that they should supervise.

They will end the war of office dishes.

They will establish peace, smash inequality and create heaven on earth if you only do as you’re told.

That guy is a raisin balled  control freak. 

And, he’s the biggest snowflake on the planet. Can you imagine the tantrums? 

Watch the video!

The clown scored eight goals. Against a goalie who clearly wasn’t trying.

He’s not a clown. He’s the opposite of a clown.

Clowns are born of levity.

That dictator is a black hole of suck, a greasy little shit  weasel.

You’ve met people like this. Not trustworthy, but somehow able to make themselves look good.

Lawful when required. Without mercy when given the opportunity.

You know, the kind of person you’d describe as a conniving, cunning little shitsained puss infected testicle-tear blood farts of ferret faced parasitic worm with oozing bum wounds - the most pathetic of little shits. 

So self involved. So self focused. So self aggrandized they would threaten the world to get what they wanted. If they could.

You get the idea.

And the problem with Putini is while there were would-be woodcutters - he had a cure for that - a Novichok nerve agent. But this wee buffoon had no Remarkable Fools nearby. Someone to squeeze the boil of his ego.

Since Little Vladdy Pee-tee decided to send his boy scouts on a camping trip, his threat to humanity through his control of nuclear weapons has become less easy to ignore.

As such, I must remind myself that Little Vladdy Pee is no different than you and me. His mouth was designed to and first employed in the act of sucking. He sucks bigly right meow. Like the big black hole void of no conscience that he is.

Next, he’s not just an asshole. He has one too. And that little man on the absurdly big throne has, in the past, shit in his pants. Much like the cannon fodder he is sending to die on his behalf. 

Always remember that Putin, like his American instrument, the Trumpet, and every other human that’s humaned before and will human themselves in the future?

They’ve shit their pants too. These tiny men with big weapons and egos the size of Jupiter? They need to be regularly reminded of that humiliating fact. As do the smaller control freaks who could grow into big problems like a crusty misshapen mole hiding between your shoulder blades.

It’s like the old saying goes:

Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity