I couldn’t bear to post any video of this, um… poem. But it’s all over the Internet. Seek and ye shall find. Here’s a nice picture of a bluejay instead.
I know, I know–I said I wasn’t gonna cover any nooze today. But I can’t help it. This much buffoonery simply must not pass without comment.
A former TV star (in shows I never heard of, let alone watched: life is much too short), model, and busy little activist, Annalynne McCord, has composed and tweeted a poem to Vladimir Putin. Everybody knows there’s nothin’ like a swell poem to melt an old KGB man’s heart.
The poem is about “If I was your mother…” (Oh, gesundheit, I hope I can type this!) No, it’s not “If I was your mother, I’d tan your bottom and send you to bed without supper.” It’s more like “If I was your mother I would just gooey-nice all over you and you would grow up to be somebody who could scamper across a whole field of buttercups without squishing them down…” The idea is, Putin views the tweet, slaps himself on the forehead, hard, and totally calls off the invasion of Ukraine. “What was I thinking??? Boy howdy, momma, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Could we please do some meditation…?”
Wait a minute. Ms. McCord wants to be Putin’s mama, obviously convinced she’d do a much better job than the real Mother Putin.
But how does she know that?
Ms. McCord has no children of her own. Never has.
Ain’t it just grand, bein’ a liberal? You don’t need to have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about. Just say what everybody else says.
And you wonder why the bad guys of this world don’t take America seriously anymore.