…up here in Putney making a fool of himself as the ill-mannered drunken preppy sot from Texas, with a Vermont familial connection, Vladimir Putin was sharpening his teeth in St Petersburg…in later years as we know, having divested himself of his youthful escapades & peccadilloes, President Bush after meeting his Russian counterpart, claimed to have looked deeply into his eyes and saw his soul…
…in fact if you look at Mr. Putin’s eyes what you see is a frigid stare that would freeze the nuts off a steel bridge and a cold, cold exterior beneath which beats a heart of stone, and no matter how much he, Mr. Putin, may love American Jazz, he has no soul and no love for America nor for would-be soul-mate George Bush, the clown prince from Crawford. While a blissed-out ‘Dubya’ was/is in la-la land, Putin, knowing America was preoccupied with wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, not to mention a world-shaking bum economy, and spread pretty thin around the globe, returned a rejuvenated and heavily-armed Russia to the world stage with a vengeance.
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