When your BFF’s name is Vladimir, not Juan

red-dawn

“It is the dawn of World War III. In mid-western America, a group of teenagers bands together to defend their town, and their country, from invading Soviet forces.” – Red Dawn (IMDB)

In 1984 the movie Red Dawn starring Patrick Swayze (yes the Dirty Dancing Patrick) was released. The premise was simple, the Russians (remember when they were our enemy) invade America, and imprisoned all of the adults in concentration camps. Gun touting teenagers head for the hills, and using their rural survival skills this ragtag army saves the day. In a 2012 remake, teenagers are forced to defend their hometown against a North Korean invasion. Same hypothesis, different enemy. 

Any red-blooded American male knows this movie by heart. I would suspect kids in Montana, Wyoming, The Dakota’s, and Nebraska wore their VHS or DVD copies out. It validated everything they knew and were taught, God, guns and family, and oh yeah the Soviet Union is the red menace waiting to take it all away.

“Having a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. Only “stupid” people, or fools, would think that it is bad! We have enough problems around the world without yet another one. When I am President, Russia will respect us far more than they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the many great and pressing problems and issues of the WORLD!” – Donald J. Trump Tweet January 7, 2017

The intelligence community, people much smarter than our President-elect on matters of national security, all seem to have the same opinion of Russia and its President Vladimir Putin, they don’t trust them as far as they can throw them. So why did Putin develop “a clear preference for President-elect Trump” as the declassified intelligence report disclosed? What does our President-elect know about the Russians and Putin that seemingly the rest of world doesn’t?

When I watch Red Dawn (yes I still watch this silly movie) I see the faces of all those rural Americans who voted for Donald Trump. Patrick Swayze, Lea Thompson, and Jennifer Grey may be entirely too pretty to represent them, Harry Dean Stanton’s face may be closer to the truth, but my point is AMERICA, Red-White and Blue, guns, pickup trucks, apple pie, Momma, that is what the movie Red Dawn was selling and so was Donald Trump. Except for one, small deviation, this seemingly unhealthy man-crush he has on Vladimir Putin and all things Russian.

To sell the image, to complete the package, Trump needed an “enemy” so he threw poor old Mexico under the bus. Now think about the comparisons for a minute, Russia versus Mexico. High tech espionage versus a third world country, vodka versus tequila. Other than the Mexican drug cartel which honestly is probably no worse than our own mafia, what kind of threat is the Mexican government to the United States? How about the people of Mexico, do they create visions of terror on the American way of life? Trump needed a boogeyman in his campaign and he proposed Juan and José rather than Boris and Anatoly. Why? Because our President-elect loves all things Vladimir Putin, a love that, for whatever reason, seems to rival the lust I had for the Farrah Fawcett poster I had on my wall as a 13-year-old.

It will be interesting to see how our President-elect spins his relationship with the Russians to his legions of Red Dawn watching deplorable’s. I believe, though we don’t have the tax returns to prove it, this is about money, the Russians have it, and the Trump’s needed it to keep their empire afloat. I think we will learn very quickly that it will always be about money with our incoming President, money and perceived power because that is what makes their world go round, not you and I.

“Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men, even when they exercise influence and not authority; still more when you superadd the tendency of the certainty of corruption by authority.” – John Dalberg-Acton  

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I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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6 Responses to When your BFF’s name is Vladimir, not Juan

  1. I feel a need to puke whenever I see him and his entourage of wealth and privilege. I am still searching for a positive release of all my negative energy. Your writing pumps me up, gives me hope, and inspires me to keep fighting. You’ll hunker down in the mountains with your family and essential needs. I’ll move out into the swamps with the snakes and alligators. We will survive this asshole.

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  2. Amen, brother. Some buffoon repellant, maybe?

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  3. Nan says:

    The intelligence community, people much smarter than our President-elect

    What??!!? Someone smarter than Mr. Orange Spray? Surely you jest.

    Good points, BTW. As always.

    Liked by 1 person

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