Many people see a problem with Russian president Vladimir Putin, but I don’t see a problem here. All Putin wants is a better place for his country and its people, just like everyone else. Doesn’t he? A place

Where beautiful the cool  green grass
And sassy is the pretty lass
Where summer is the time for dreams
And KGB is ripe with schemes
Where life is good and true is love
And push does not beget a shove
Where he is strong and still the man
And his bare chest has year-round tan
Where oil prices still reach the sky
And buyers are more prone to buy
Where he’s unerring in his aim
And comes on top in this world game
A better place is all he wants
He weeps for what his Russia once
Was in the world, a power strong
And weeps again because for long
His Russia has been a sick man
And yet he’ll do the best he can
The past of Stalin he’ll embrace
To find that lovely better place

If the Steele dossier is accurate, and we know it must be truthful because we know the FBI would never deceive a FISA court in order to advance a political agenda, then the Russian government has promised 20% of Russia’s natural gas giant Gazprom to a former Trump campaign hanger-on for unspecified activity. It is clear this is a one for one swap for the 20% of our uranium Hillary sold to the Russians for 145 million dollars, and since 20% of Gazprom is worth many billions of dollars, then Bill and Hill have perhaps inadvertently  contributed to making America great again. In other news, Gazprom is having problems competing with American liquefied natural gas, and the Brits are hopping mad that Putin had attempted to assassinate a former Russian spy and his daughter with nerve gas while living in England.

If Britain fears the Russian bear
Will scowl if they should say a word
About a murder, should we care
Or should our flaccid loins we gird
Preparing for the sudden shock
Of Putin stamping both his feet
In rage that we would dare to mock
When we should whimper and to bleat
With US now the carbon king
And fracking makes gas almost free
The Brits pick up the phone and ring
A Texan for some LNG

Reflections of an empty room
A curtain moving in the breeze
A passing figure briefly seen
It cares not all for what it sees
The heirloom hanging in the hall
Reflects the living, not the dead
Who are still there, beneath the new
Who will in time have in their stead
The newer still, the living shades
Mere visitors, a constant frieze
The mirror hangs there, silent, still
Not caring all for what it sees