Once again the Kenyan kommie has been outdone and checkmated by his nemesis and comrade, all rolled into one, ex-KGB colonel Vlad the Impaler Putin, or as he is known in the Russian Cyrillic as Влади́мир Влади́мирович Пу́тин. Well, Putin punked the Chicago punk yet a second time in recent weeks. First with the invasion of Crimea and then with a rigged plebiscite.
The Crimean plebiscite yesterday came back with astounding, Soviet-era style numbers: 95.5% in favor of secession from Ukraine and joining Mother Russia, and the new commie party successor in Russia that Putin leads, United Russia.
Many ethnic groups like the Ukrainians and Tatars of Crimea boycotted the election, which they knew would me misleadingly false and rigged, almost Chicago style.
[Sidebar irritation: Crimea is pronounced “crim-ee-yah” sounding like “brim” or “trim” and not the incorrect version pushed by our culturally ignorant drive by media.]
Old soviet-era hammer and sickle commie flags could also be seen:
Crimea’s leader says he will apply to join Russia on Monday. Russia’s Vladimir Putin has said he will respect the Crimean people’s wishes.
Many Crimeans loyal to Kiev boycotted the referendum, and the EU and US condemned it as illegal. Ukraine’s interim prime minister, Arseniy Yatsenyuk, dismissed the vote as a “circus” under the “stage direction” of Moscow. Russia has staunchly defended it.
Pro-Russian forces took control of Crimea in February. They moved in after Ukraine’s pro-Moscow president Viktor Yanukovych was ousted after street protests.
The White House said O’Bama had insisted that the referendum was illegal and would never be accepted, and called for Moscow to support an international monitoring mission in eastern Ukraine.
The EU said in a statement that the vote was “illegal and illegitimate and its outcome will not be recognised”. Neither O’Bama nor the wimpy EU had the temerity to back their claims up with any show or threat or force since the crisis began in Ukraine last November.
Here, the leprechaun in charge can be seen guzzling brewskis during his visit to the homeland several years ago. Must’ve been the [bad?] luck of the Irish that he’d claim some ethnic stake with them.
His mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, a card carrying communist and porno photography target, claimed to have some Irish roots. Maybe they were with the potatoes in the basement root cellar, in Hawai’i or Kansas?