Dear American Youth,
You shop in your malls, choosing between a wealthy ignoramus, and a woman who hides behind her advisers, all vile I’ll slowly restart a cold war I vill vin. How do I know I vill vin? My calculations are simple.
As your lame-duck president (who has no black belt in karate or military experience, as I do) struggles vith your do-nothing Congress and environmental matters, I have entered two fronts, in Ukraine and, as of today, Syria. Your precious Obama has promised Congressional approval on future vars, vhen you cannot even rebuild your own roads and trains.
I have NATO veto power, vork part-time as a mobster, energy tycoon, and tradesman. I can do vhat I vant, vhat vill you do? Impose more sanctions, or vite a scolding resolution? Vhere is your Reagan and Star Wars missles now? Do I look scared?. In the words of one of my great predecessors, “Vee vill bury you!”
Love,
Vladimir
Eurasian God