Did you ever wonder why Russia is such an intriguing place… that ‘riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma’. Let’s forget about Ukraine and ‘Porky’ Poroshenko for the moment, and just focus on its prime sponsor and dance partner over the last few centuries — the Big Bear. Russia, and its burgeoning capitalist bourgeoisie class, has been making a mad dash for the West since The Wall came tumbling down in 1992. And I am not just talking about Citizen Commies looking for the nearest exit so they can run off to America or merry ole’ England. No, I’m talking about right here on the home front… the cherished few holding down the fort on the sacred soils of Mama Rodina!
There are more Ford Explorers, Toyota RAV4s, Land Cruisers, and Beamer SUVs, etc, etc, here in puny central-Siberian Barnaul (a.k.a. the poorest region in the Russian Federation) than there are in Denver Colorado! Can you imagine? And that is just the tip of the iceberg so to speak. They prance around town in their four-wheelers without a thought for the ‘morrow, or for their wheel-less pedestrians, dropping the kids at KFC, Papa Johns Pizza, or Subway before they pick up their own lattes-to-go at the nearest ‘Coffee Please’ cafe. The early ice and snow of winter is already upon us here, yet that does not interfere with the oh-so-stylish wannabes from wearing her spiked heels and trotting around like it was a game of cricket.
If the New Russia is about one thing, it is about appearance, style, looking good. Whether or not the damn thing works… well that’s not so important, as long as it looks good! But, hey… that’s Russia! So, here they are, all lined up and racing after the West, after America, to show the world that they have what it takes; and what does the man in the lead do, what does America do, it turns and says “look you commies, we are on to your plans of world domination, so just go off and get fucked.” Can you imagine this, folks? The guy they are emulating, Uncle Sam, says stop messin’ round in Big Daddy’s back yard. And while Putin is there driving this train that’s comin’ up on the man; he has to put the thing in goddamn reverse before he hits Uncle Sam right in the jugular. I mean, that’s how fast the old man stopped and turned.
So now, the Ruskies hate the West. After all, the USA is trying to kill the ruble, falling over 25% in just a few short months. Everything is a bit more expensive; but, hey, what the heck… we want to be like our brethren across the big pond. As, I said folks, big time Cognitive Dissonance going on here. Meanwhile,back at the Kremlin, Vova has done a complete about-face, and just as he we icing the big deal with China (the black gold pipeline through Altai and Mongolia), he was also calling out Obama, telling him that the Ruskies ain’t gonna take anymore shit from him no more!
OK, well, it’s a love-hate thing. Much like the Oedipal complex that Freud was telling us about a few years back. You depend on your papa but you also want to kill him so you can have your mama all to yourself. Go figure. So, our Russian brethren are caught between the proverbial rock and a hard spot. Love… Hate; take the goodies and badmouth the owners. I really think Russians need to take stock of this longstanding love-hate relationship with the West, and perhaps follow Putin to the East. But, maybe that is no good either, the Chinese are now worse capitalists than the Americans. At least the Chinese may be able to help protect them from those nasty, do-nothin Americans who continue to take, take and take, but give nothing but Arby’s and Mickey Dee’s in return. Well, its your turn, Vova. So let’s see what you got!