Trump did his best to trash the transatlantic alliance by, among other things, leveling misogynistic attacks against Angela Merkel, and then going after Theresa May by embracing his mop-headed upper class twit brother from another mother, Boris "the Spy-der" Johnson. Now, after a few rounds at his "failing" golf resort in Scotland, Trump is off to stoke up the fires of his bromance with his true love, the love...of...his...life. No, not Wendy, Jack. It's, of course, Vladimir Putin. I'm sure the sparks will fly, and the Orange Menace will swoon before the manly, bare-chested horse-riding charms of Czar Vlad the Comb-over.
Can't wait to see what he'll give up in return for...being blackmailed to do more of the same...
Oh, and to all of my hardcore leftist brothers and sisters who argue ironically (or not, just like Trump) that "who are we talk?" given our own shameful history of imperialism and violence, I would just say this: you are correct. We do have a shameful history of imperialism, and the only real difference between Russia and the U.S. is that Russia doesn't make a big production out of wrapping itself in some sanctimonious, self-serving BS about liberal democratic values. But that still doesn't mean we should give Pooty or anyone else a free pass. What it does mean is that we have to work even harder to end this reckless, exploitative behavior both here in the U.S. as well as anywhere else it's being used to rob people of their dignity (and, often, their lives). Enough with the false binaries.
Alright, time to get off my soapbox. Here's the toon. That's what you came here for:
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