A Tank Driver writes
Vlad ‘Mad’ Putin, Tank No: ZZZZ
Love this time of year, me! Peace on earth and all that mumbo jumbo. Doing anything nice for Christmas? I might go to Kiev. Or Berlin, or Paris or London. I can go anywhere I like! You can really bomb around in this thing. Not backwards, mind – it’s got no reverse gear. I had that Steve Witkoff in the back of my tank the other day. You know – the US Special Envoy who isn’t related to the Trump family. Guess that’s what makes him “Special”. Anyway, he’s a very clever man and a very good tipper. The tip he gave me was to blow smoke up the Donald’s arse if you want to get him to do whatever you want. Good thing is, I’m really good at blowing things up, and there’s no shortage of smoke when I do that! You know what they say – there’s no smoke without FIRE! BOOM! Look – more smoke! But seriously, it was a good tip. Only the other day I said to The Donbaster, “Donald, you’re the world’s Number One...” then I put the phone down and said, “Dickhead!” Ha!Ha!Ha! Christmas at the Kremlin is always a laugh. For me, it’s all about the kiddies – stealing them from their families in Ukraine, re-educating them in Russia, then sending them to the front to fight their daddies. Brings them together! Lovely family affair! Anyway, enjoy your turkey! Stay Plucky! Gobble Gobble! Just like I’m gobbling up Ukraine!