I am sure the Russians, the Iranians and the Syrians are terrified out of their wits by this tough talking wannabe cowboy…
But the reporters, yeah, they *truly* love that…
(But, seriously, when will American learn that “talking tough” is considered a sign of weakness, not strength, in most of the cultures of our planet?)
And what about toy boy Macron… after his power ‘innocent’ handshake with trump, he tries to act big man with President Putin.
http://theduran.com/macron-the-boy-says-rt-and-sputnik-behaved-like-deceitful-propaganda/
Macron’s arrogance was a sight to behold.
http://theduran.com/putin-the-wise-man-meets-macron-the-ignoramus-boy/
Macron made a ‘show’ to boost his poll for the June vote.
The point is: People did not vote for Macron, they voted against Le Pen.
In June we could see the possibility that Macron does not get a governing majority.
Cheers from southern France.
Putin as “penultimate” leader?
Help! Dictionary!
“penultimate” = second to the last.
Hope the writer was just being “penignorant.”
(writing while wearing a peignoir.)
Katherine
I had read about this but hadn’t actually seen the video clip. Before, I thought he was just joking and thought to myself, well he has got a sense of humor. But it looks like he is serious. What a pompous ass indeed!
Actually it could have been worse..what if…..he told Drump to “pull my finger”…? ah they deserve each other!
Another big boy, McCain, talking tough. ‘Putin bigger treat than ISIS’.
McCain visiting Oz and has the vassals falling over themselves – fawning and grovelling.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-05-29/putin-a-bigger-threat-than-islamic-state-mccain-says/8570158
Followed your link and found this (!)
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-05-30/mullumbimby-choir-cracks-big-time-russia/8572406
Vodka-swilling choir from Mullumbimby cracks the big time in Russia
Aussie blokes who started out bonding over vodka and Russian folk songs have become an overnight sensation on the other side of the world……
“We’re just a bunch of ratbags* who like to get together and have a bit of a sing on a Tuesday night.
“It doesn’t get crazier really.”
Dustyesky hopes to visit Russia in 2018 to coincide with the FIFA World Cup.
*ratbags= “idiots”
There’s another pun hidden in the Dustyesky pun:
an esky is a cold box for holding and carrying beer. (Australians drink beer icy cold)
Michael
Hi Mac Ropod
Thanks for your link – missed that one.
Just shows there are some thinking ‘ratbag’ Aussies like Dustyesky.
Clever play on words in their name …. just like you ‘kangaroo’.
Yes, I whole heartedly agree with your typo! Excellent Freudian slip!
Probably keeps his wife awake at night with his incontinence and diarrhoea thinking about Russia.
‘…when will American learn that “talking tough” is considered a sign of weakness, not strength, in most of the cultures of our planet?’
Never – because most Americans know nothing, and care less, about any cultures but their own. (Which is actually pretty much a negative quantity).
Unfortunately, Hollywood got Americans hooked on that kind of John Wayne, Rambo, cartoonish type of exaggerated toughness.
Everyone else sees through its fakeness ,except the hapless Americans who cant get enough of it.
Deliberately intended ignorance will do that to folks, I suppose…
I know – but, he is also stating that military action against North Korea would mean unpayable death and destruction and that is showing the world how to stop america. Go North Korea – just don’t use the nukes.
McPherson is the one to watch because the deep state put him in to replace Flynn and ,as far as I know, he nor Votel (Centcom- Mid East/Southern Russia)indulge in bragadochio .
“…see yon Cassius, he has a lean and hungry look–such men are dangerous.”
McMaster is a Petraeus syncophant (sp?)
I have the feeling he was given a heads-up that this question was coming so he had time to think of a good answer.
Shame he came up with a puffed up schoolyard sissy answer
Yes, definitely screams “Sound bite!!”
Katherine
It’s as if Gollum were persuaded to don a natty suit and pontificate, all while his semaphore-like ears subtly flapped a message in Morse Code pleading for more tasty fissssshes.
There is no difference between the Americans and many of the though talking dictators of the past.
The Americans are nearing their end just like the dictators that met their end.
He is a sociopath…look at his eyes…classic, no emotion
@anonymous; re..no emotion in his eyes. I don’t know, but to me his face has the emotionally broken look of a man who has had to live his whole life with the knowledge his mother tried to suffocate him at birth, Tillerson carries that same look.
Interesting anecdote about Mattis from Chris Mackey, one of the interrogators sent out to Afghanistan when it first kicked off (written incidentally before Mattis achieved particular fame or infamy); Mattis comes off as rather a muppet. Mackey’s memoir, The Interrogator’s War is a very good read, btw, providing a fascinating insight into US military interrogation techniques.
In early February, as the marines prepared to turn the base over to the 101st, word spread through the ICE one night that the commander of the Twenty-sixth Marine Expeditionary Unit was coming for a farewell visit. Practically a second later, Marine Corps Major General James N. Mattis pushed through the door to the ICE, a pistol strapped to his thigh, and launched into a speech that was simultaneously confusing, inspiring, and unsettling.
“About two days ago I went down into the center of Kandahar. And there I saw two little children flying a kite in an old soccer stadium,” he said. “The Afghan guide who was driving us told me that under the Taliban, flying kites was an offense punishable by death. Can you believe these fuckers?! They would deny the little child an opportunity to fly a kite.
“That would have been reason enough to come over here and kick these fuckers in the ass. But they did that and a lot worse. And so it’s important that every one of you understand what it is you are doing here… You are helping us to kill the enemy. Let’s not make any mistakes about this. Let’s not try to sugarcoat it. You are assisting my marines to kill evil. To bayonet it, to grenade it, to shoot it with machine guns, to cut its eyes out and shit in the sockets. And you can take pride in that. You can take pride in knowing that you had a hand in gouging out the eyes and cutting out the tongue of evil.” He added, “Let me apologize to the lady soldiers in the room; I’m not entirely accustomed to encountering you all during combat operations, and my language sometime reflects that inexperience.”
We were packed in the room with the somehow charmingly violent general. The arrival of a new rotation from stateside meant that there was hardly an inch to breathe. Mattis went on about how he was no “smart intelligence guy like you all” and would leave the “brainiac” stuff to us. How he was just a common infantryman, but he respected deeply MI’s contributions and was grateful for all of our hard work. All these compliments were peppered with a combination of curses and further apologies for his inappropriate language to the “lady soldiers” present.
He closed with an invitation to ask him questions. There was a long pregnant pause. “Well, if one of you doesn’t ask a question, I’m gonna call on some unlucky soul and order him… ahh… or her to ask one,” Mattis said with a smile but leaving no doubt he meant it.
Having already established his reputation as an extrovert, Ed Roberts raised his hand. “Yes, sir, how can I help you?” the general said.
“Er, sir, I just want to ask you what the plan is for the prisoners that are in the compound just down a hundred yards or so away from us,” Ed said, mounting a well-intentioned but poorly timed defense of the minority of prisoners in custody who, it had been determined, were not Al Qaeda or Taliban. “You know, sir, as well as I do, that a large number of people who are in there have no business being there. Could you please tell me what you plan to do to get those people back where they belong?”
It sounded as though all the generators had suddenly stopped, as though the airplanes had all ceased to come and go. The tent was silent.
The general shook his head.
“Soldier, I take it you didn’t hear my story about the kites… Well, if there are no more questions, hope you all have a fine evening and that you continue to help us to find and obliterate the enemy.”
Before he could leave, the general was presented with a Russian army canteen (apparently a battlefield trophy from that ill-fated war) on which Colonel Lewis had somehow managed to have engraved a message of gratitude for his leadership. The general said thank you and disappeared.
[Mackey, Chris and Greg Miller. The Interrogator’s War: Inside the Secret War against Al Qaeda. 2004. London: John Murray, 2005. 152–4. Print.]