This interesting photo just popped up on the interwebs showing a fit-as-a-fiddle Vladamir Putin posing as a camera-happy tourist who just happened to bump into Reagan and Gorby touring Red Square.
Truth be told, he was a KGB plant, assigned to keep an eye on the propaganda machine which was in full swing as the leaders summited to great heights of love and understanding.
Golly, I miss those days. When I was a youngster, the good guys were grandfatherly ex-cowboys who thrilled my imagination with talk of Star Wars Missile Defense and a steadfast belief in Truth, Justice, and The American Way. The bad guys were part of an Evil Empire that was probably run by Darth Vader, though I assumed he never left his gulag-surrounded lair in deepest Siberia.
When we had to fight it out, we were polite about it. Discretion was always in order. Sometimes we’d send Ollie North to move a few guns into the swarthy hands of our simple, yet trustworthy friends south of some border or another. For more delicate tasks involving the French or other suspiciously-accented Europeans, we could count on our ally James Bond to drop in leaving things shaken, not stirred. Jack Nicholson really did need A Few Good Men. And when it came down to it, I was pretty sure that the whole G.I.Joe thing was just a little too perfect not to have a root in a top-secret reality where they were poised to strike if the Commies came a-knockin’.
And Red Dawn? No, not just a movie. Rather, it was a warning and a guide as to what to do when your country really needed you. Wolverines!
To anyone over the age of 45, please don’t tell me I’m wrong about any of that. M’kay? I’d hate to have to send the ninja’s after you.
