Putin Calls for Russians to Have 8 Kids and Wants More Military and Religious Training in Schools
You keep waiting for the bottle of vodka to run out, but it seems he has a bottom-less one
Bruce Springsteen, in concerts, often tells about the glow of the lone cigarette in the dark kitchen. Behind the cigarette sat a drunk, angry father mumbling something about how the world had dealt him such a bad hand: “Look at my son with hair down to his shoulders like a girl,” he would growl.
Many of us have seen such men, grandfathers, fathers, uncles, brothers — maybe even some of us during rough patches in life — fighting the demons of failure, loneliness, drunkenness, and, as they say in Russian, “the cockroaches” in the head.
The cockroaches whisper conspiratorially, “She did that on purpose. He doesn’t respect you. They think you are stupid.” The anger is switched on. Glass after glass of the nectar of choice, the concoction starts to percolate. Families, friends, and wives, who often transition to ex-status after one run-in too many, learn to avoid the silhouetted figure in the downstairs kitchen.
The above scene reminds me of Vladimir Putin today. The sick, puffy-faced mass murderer and kidnapper is no longer in touch with reality. Despite having all the money in the world, it is clear his favorite drink these days is a cheap aftershave that was commonly found in the Soviet Union. Called quite creatively “Cologne for Men,” the greenish liquid was 38 percent alcohol, and it was not uncommon in the 1990s to feel the warm, pleasant-smelling breath of an alcoholic on your neck while standing in a packed bus.
Why have I come to this conclusion about Putin? Let’s look at his words from yesterday at some utterly ridiculous fascist gathering where the Russian state and the Taliban Orthodox Church came together to talk about the country’s future. Called “The Universal Meeting of the Russian Peoples,” speaking to a hall full of bearded fascists with stupid hats, Putin said:
He recalled that just a few generations ago — the grandmothers and great-grandmothers of today’s Russians — had seven or eight children in their families, or even more. “Let’s preserve and revive these wonderful traditions. Having many children and a large family should become the norm, a way of life for all the peoples of Russia,” the Kremlin press service quotes Putin.
According to the president, it is “impossible” to solve demographic problems only with the help of money, benefits, social payments and benefits. The national project “Demography,” which has been in effect since 2018 and costs the budget 4 trillion rubles, has so far proven powerless to pull the country out of the demographic hole (Putin Calls on Russians to have Eight Kids).
Putin also called for more military education and training beginning from first grade. Russia’s public schools will soon be rebooted with an immersive link to Christianity, and knowing the current status of the terroristic Russian Orthodox Church, the corrupt, fascist priests will undoubtedly teach children how the “Russian way” is the way that God chose for the world. Evil, however, will always try to conquer the good, and that will be the justification for children from as young as seven for why Russia is engaging in genocide in Ukraine and threatening nuclear holocaust.
“Russia, the epitome of good, must fight the West, the expression of all that is evil.” These are the mad ramblings of a lost mind that is clearly not in touch with reality. These are the words that keep the grand kiddies away from Grandpa when he is “in one of his moods.” These are the words of the puffy-faced, shaky lunatic known as Russia’s voice, which is currently mumbling them like a national mantra.
Sometimes, someone dares to storm down the steps from upstairs and challenge the lunacy. Too often, though, everyone avoids the madness, and he remains alone, fully isolated; the lies just get reinforced because the cockroaches, talented at crazy-whispering, always know just what to say — when to step on the gas and when to let up so the lunacy can coast along unimpeded.
That is where we are today, folks: 8 kids per family and 7-seven-year-olds learning how to kill Russia’s enemies all in the name of Jesus Christ, the poor fellow around whom all of the world’s nut-jobs coalesce.