by Richard Martin Oxman
Spaghetti alla puttanesca (pronounced [spaˈɡetti alla puttaˈneska]; literally “spaghetti in the style of a prostitute” in Italian) is an Italian pasta dish invented in the mid-20th century.
NESCA, among other things, offers neuro-psychological testing for the young (see below). And I believe we’ve got to check out the Russian leader in-depth now, now that he’s being conflated with Assad and (once again) Stalin (or Hitler, depending on which circles you travel in).
For sure, it’s time to analyze anew the Jew-hating (is he?) Jerk (?) President of the Russian Federation (Siberian Mafia?). What do we know of him? If we’re only digging into the diatribes delivered courtesy of our mainstream media outlets, which let out not a word of praise for Putin… ever.
Why should they? It’s in their economic interests to exaggerate the pain Putin inflicts painstakingly, contrasting him and his cohorts with our Exceptional Good Guys, yes? Yes.
Well, whether or not he’s actually just another whorish politician along the lines of the Clinton/Bush/Obama/Trump dynamic (referenced in a recent article) is neither here nor there. Where we should be going with him, however, is very clear if avoiding a nuclear holocaust is dear to our hearts. We don’t want to sell him short like little-minded short people, not aware of our enlightened self-interest vis-a-vis our Collective Survival, do we? No, we don’t want to come up short on that count!
There’s one focus, and one focus only that we should be embracing at the this hysterical historic juncture. That is… if you make a special note of the line in the Newman ditty which asks the girls who won WWII… you’ll hear
Shouted loud and clear.
And if you can talk to everyone you cross paths with post haste about the fact that we didn’t, and that by any standards the Russians were indispensable in overcoming the Nazis, you’ll be well on your way to surpassing the randy record put out by Newman as a truly engaged World Citizen… joking around.
For it IS less minutes to midnight as per the Doomsday Clock now than it’s been, and now is the time to conflate Putin with the Obamas and the Trumps of the world. Prostitutes all, all in need of NESCA, all the equivalents of worrisome children or anti-social adolescents (actually, psychopathic?), when it comes to their takes and mistakes(dis)respecting our collective crises. They could all do with a dose of therapy, extensive and ongoing. In depth, following an encounter with the very decent, sane folks who are behind the Campaign for Peace and Democracy.
And it should be de rigueur for anyone to be read the Riot Act, if they’re responsible for the fate of Syria, and haven’t read and honored the thrust of advice given in Reese Erlich’s Inside Syria: The Backstory of Their Civil War and What the World Can Expect.
What we need is a Truly New Man at the helm. Somewhere. Someone who can sing You’ve Got a Friend in Me. Authentically.