Event Horizon Chronicle
Never send a boy to do a man’s job.
I fear that the USSA’s “Dear Leader” may be in way over his pay grade.
The same goes for the other, red-white-and-blue and/or “blue” creatures such as McCain, Hillary, Boehner, Pelosi, Reid, Petraeus, Wolfowitz, Cheney, the Bushes, Kerry, Slick Willie, Brennan, Powell, Rice, Rumsfeld, Breedlove, Netanyahu, et al.
This Just In — Breaking News!
As those of you who follow astrology must know, the charts in recent days have been, well, way off the charts. As my e-buddy, Robert Hitt, at astroecon.com says, there has been some of the most violent astro he has ever seen in recent days.
And yet we have not seen a huge eruption of violence on the international stage.
The Dark Side loves violent astro like vanilla ice cream with chocolate fudge topping, chopped nuts and a maraschino cherry on top. So what has given them pause?
Well, I suspect the context runs along the lines I will presently sketch for you.
Quite likely, one of the reasons we have not seen a paroxysm of conspicuous violence from the USSA/ZioNazi Axis of Evil is that very serious chess players have been just off stage, cooking up some masterful chess moves; and the ZioNAZIs and their evil Sauron ally in Mordor-on-the-Potomac have sensed a ripple in the Force. Every Neo-Sauron and ZioNAZI whisker is now nervously aquiver with apprehensive trepidation. They are advisedly wary.
To wit: for the past 10 days there was an international hue and cry over the absence of Vladimir Putin from public view.
“Oh, where, oh, where can he be?” was the cry on the international media’s lips.
Clearly, the answer is that he had removed himself from center-stage for a brief while to craftily concoct a delightfully clever geopolitical gambit that not one person in one thousand saw coming.
Oh, dear friends, it is a thing of rare and delicate beauty.
A masterful marvel. A most serendipitous ploy worthy of the grandest chess masters of them all. I am open-mouthed with admiring astonishment.
While He Was In Siberia Perfecting His Most Excellent Gambit
It all begins with an insignificant move of the smallest piece on the board: the pawn. The little pawn leverages, or hinders the movement of the larger, more powerful pieces. Indeed, the larger pieces may boldly display their prowess with extravagant feints and probes that bid fair to strike down the opponent’s queen or even threaten the king himself with check or checkmate; but at any moment the match’s outcome may be determined, even scores of moves in advance, by the seemingly insignificant, but oh, so strategic and timely deployment of an innocuous-seeming little pawn.
But Putin is no insignificant pawn. He is a prodigious player, a force to be reckoned with in his own right.
He is as slyly smooth as silk.
So he disappeared from view. He can do that, can’t he? It doesn’t matter where he was — deep beneath Yamantau Mountain in the endless miles of clandestine, subterranean corridors, meeting with his military command and plotting the Kremlin’s military response to any USSA/ZioNazi attack on the Russian homeland, or cuddling with his mistress in a cozy Siberian bungalow, or trout fishing in the Urals, or maybe he spent several uninterrupted days of spiritual contemplation in a quiet, isolated, rural Russian Orthodox Church monastery, up at dawn to chant and fast with the monks or could he have been laid up in bed with a bad back, immobilized with excruciating pain in his spine?
The point is — it doesn’t really matter much. The absence was the thing. A dramatic pause just when the mundane astro was at its most violent. A wily maneuver by a crafty geopolitical magician, whatever the cause and whatever the reasons.
The Dramatic Reappearance of Vladimir
And then he dramatically, publicly resurfaced without explanation, bashfully smiling like Alice’s Cheshire Cat, to immediately order a massive, snap, combat readiness, military drill in Russia’s vast, frozen north.