So this whole Ukranine, ending the war, day 1.  You know.  These things are hard.  Once a war starts it is very hard to stop you know.  I figured that because Putin was my KGB handler for many years that we shared some kind of connection.  You know.  A comradeship that only a controller and asset could really share.  I guess I know now where his loyalties lie now.  Mother Russia!  Same as mine!  Come on Putin, give your old Kasnov a little taste of a ceasefire.  Just a nibble.  Anyway, I am rattling the sabers with Putin.  Calling him CRAZY and playing with the FIRE and threating to start Saving Private Ryan Part 2.  This is just me trying to save a little face you know.  In the end, both Putin and I know that I will fall like a house of cards.  You ever watch that show?  It is like my favorite show.  Crazy how they railroaded that guy on there.  Kevin SpaceX?  That guy.  You know that is a guy who really knows how to grab a pussy.  You got to give him credit.  In the locker room, he knew what he wanted and just grabbed it.  I have to respect that.  You know.  The same respect that I used to pay to Putin when I did whatever he asked of me to further the great struggle of the Soviet Workers in the CCCP!  You know, he should have never been fired from that show.  I believe that he was innocent of all charges, just like I am completely innocent of doing many of the same things that he was doing.  That show is about the President of the america, and seems to me like some kind of documentary or something.  It’s crazy how many things they caught about what I am doing.  Sometimes I am sitting on my gold toilet thinking up ideas for my 100% successful decrees and then later I pop in a DVD of House of Cards and the same thing I thought up all by myself is already happening!  I should sue those show people or whatever for stealing my ideas and putting them on a DVD.  So unfair.  They have to be libs deep state or something just as bad, DEI maybe?  So I’m not getting anywhere with Putin, he is making me look weak and incompident.  So I have to beat up somebody!  My target right now is Harvard.  I have to knock someone around so I can feel better about myself and maybe score some points with Melonia.  I don’t want her slapping me like that Macaroon over there in Frenchland.  You see that?  Totally pushed him right in his face on the plane.  You know, I understand what he is going though.  Melonia does that to me all the time.  But I will prove I am a real man by slapping Harvard around.  Several other lesser Presidents attended Harvard.  I tried to go two, but them like said I wasn’t good enough or something.  Can you believe that?  I can’t.  I had like perfect grades in school and was like the dean of the school even by the time I graduated.  My high school, they were like Donny, you are the most handsome and smartest and most athletic student ever that attended this school.  It would be an honor if you could be the dean as well as take all your senior year classes and get scouted for professional baseball teams in your final year at this school.  If you could be valedictorian and saluidatorian that would be great to.  Can you believe that even with my perfect grades and running the school and playing pro ball for the Mets that I still couldn’t get into Harvard!  I never forgot that one line letter I got from Harvard, “We cannot offer you admission to the Class of 1968″.  That is what Harvard told me.  Now they will feel the wrath of a president scorned!