Neither do I. I never caught the gay, but I’m swooning too! Oh Vlad!
“Look down, look up, where are you? You’re in a boat. Smell like a man, man.”
Playing off Monkey, I wanted to get the boat in there.
I’ll bet he looks just dreamy when he orders the murder of another opponent while working out.
Hey, I wouldn’t mind having him do all my yard work, too, but that’s not a euphemism and I don’t find him sexy.
He’s more machine now than man, twisted and evil.
Well. I imagine the Republicans making much of that in 2012.
Can Sarah see him working out from her house?
I think it’s interesting how Russia tends to create these types of leaders, no matter what their government is.
The one time I went to Russia, there was a lot of glowing talk of Peter the Great; specifically, that he was a rugged man of the people who went out and did physical labor, worked with the people, etc. It seems likely that he’s trying to conjure the same image, but also missing the point that killing wild animals with his bare hands isn’t the same thing as tilling a farm – which is more the sort of thing that Peter did (according to what I was told).
You sure it was Peter? I’m on my phone so it’d kind of be a pain in the ass to look it up, but wasn’t he the fancy francophile?
He’s building a cult of personality, increasing his name recognition, and stockpiling public perception points for the future. In the West, something that obvious would quickly be parodied and satarized to death, but it seems to be working for him in Russia.
Though Peter I was greatly influenced by Western European modes and methods of modernization, I think calling him a “fancy Francophile” sounds…unclear, to say the least. Peter was extraordinarily capable from an early age, and engaged in all sorts of typically-“strong” activities–shipbuilding, sailing, training with his model army regiment, as well as teaching himself a number of hobbies like carpentry and, um, torture. He probably personally tortured his son at one point.
Legends still surround him.
Balls like grapefruits, that one.
That and the fact that there’s probably genuine risk involved in making fun of Putin. Deadly risk.
Good point.
I guess they helped by acting as floatations devices.
How do you drown in waist deep water?
I think you die from exposure being unable to swim in the gulf in November.
I don’t remember anything about wading when I read about the incident in Robert K. Massie’s Peter the Great, though.
Unfortunately for Putin, he’s already confiscated all of Russia’s wheelbarrows to cart around all his money.
When accused of secretly being one of the wealthiest men in the world Putin replied, “It is true that I am the richest man in the world, for I possess the love of the Russian people.”
He truly is a terrifying little man.
Yeah, it was Peter all right. There was nothing “fancy” about him. We’re talking about a guy who was almost 7 feet tall, and extremely rugged. (He even attempted to learn to practice dentistry – according to rumor, you didn’t dare mention a toothache around him, or he’d attempt to yank it out!)
You didn’t fuck with this guy.
Treis – technically, you can drown in an inch of water. In this case, it may only have been waist deep for Peter himself.
I, for one, welcome our new Russian Overlord.