Let's Take a Vote: Dimachka Medvedev, Buffoon or Russia's Post-Putin Future?
Yet another threat of nuking the Washington, London, and Berlin from Russia's drunken ex-president.
The nights are long and lonely in the world of the Kremlin’s most capricious Thumbelina, Dmitry Medvedev. Sipping away the hours in the comfort of his well-protected Moscow penthouse, the angry little guy stares at photos of the good old days when world leaders respected him, and Russians actually liked — and didn’t fear — their president. He is tortured undoubtedly by what could have been.
Oh, what could have been had little Dima remembered that he had a pair of balls not belonging to Putin, the prime minister, then when D was on top of the world? Nowadays, however, he is just on top of how to mitigate the effects of a whiskey and wine-induced hangover. In 2011, Putin found Medvedev’s liberalism a bit too much to stomach and so informed him that he would retake the presidency. Many of us then wondered aloud why he didn’t just tell Putin to F off. Medvedev was in charge and could have — should have — shut Putin down. He could have — and should have — given Russia a chance for a real future built by Russians and not the one we see today: Russia pulled down by cowardly ass-kissers and morally bankrupted hangers-on.
Medvedev in 2024 has no choice. He must play the role of the ridiculously-dressed court jester. His threats are beyond even what we would regard as hyperbole, and as the West, in its support of Ukraine, blows past the laughable lines in the sand, Medvedev showing up at tank factories in black leather coats that drop well below the knees and are reminiscent of Gestapo, climbs up on his stack of phone books and warns the Russian workers that a failure to fulfill plans could mean death for them. The workers, being good Russian cowards, cower and bustle about feigning fear and respect for the palpable Thumberlina.
"Attempts to restore Russia’s 1991 borders will lead only to one thing — a global war with Western countries with the use of our entire strategic (nuclear) arsenal against Kyiv, Berlin, London, and Washington. And against all other beautiful historic places that have long been included in the flight targets of our nuclear triad,” Medvedev said in a reference to the triad of intercontinental ballistic missiles, submarine-launched ballistic missiles, and strategic bombers with nuclear weapons.
In the fall of 2022, Russia annexed Ukraine’s four oblasts — Zaporizhzhia, Donetsk, Luhansk, and Kherson — after sham referendums in the occupied parts of these regions took place.
In his latest post, Medvedev said that a potential defeat of Russia in the war against Ukraine and the “disintegration of the country” may trigger a nuclear war (Russia’s Medvedev Threatens to Nuke US).
Medvedev, like most of the so-called men in positions of some power in Russia, is a joke. The constant chest-pounding, fist-on-the-table type antics maybe once got our attention. But like the boy who cried wolf, no one pays much attention anymore. The fact that so few people are impressed with Moscow’s bluster was one of the reasons Putin came out last week to rip into Tucker Carlson for what he called a “weak and dangerous interview.” Poor Putin, it seems, wanted to be challenged with hard-hitting questions but barely broke an intellectual sweat as he flipped his way through the “Historical Slide Show for Grades K through 2.”
Of course, I guess we have to be relieved that Medvedev has proven to be such a buffoon with a weakness for drunk Tweeting. I admit that I was quite concerned the first time he let such threats fly back in mid-2022. Nowadays, I try to figure out what might have been the occasion for Howdy-Dewdy look-a-like’s latest binge. I have also taken to trying to figure out what he was drinking because I am sure he has pretty good taste in his choice of booze. He is definitely not a straight tumbler of vodka-washed down with a crunchy pickle kind of guy.
By the looks of the bags around the side of his eyes, he might have polished off a nice bottle of Port wine, followed by a couple of glasses of peaty whiskey.
Well, let’s keep hoping that the drunken texts remain a harbinger of death by liver cancer for the former president and never an actual prediction of what could happen when Russia loses those occupied territories.
With the picture you paint, how can the West lose except by shooting itself in the foot?