When Best Buddies Collide

                                                                                                     (This is Donald-lumpkins)

The President was caught off guard yesterday when Vladimir Putin decided on a spur of the moment to lob two or three dozen missiles

into Ukraine to show he doesn't do ceasefires. Trump had already said he can bring this war to a halt in one or two days.  Now, poor

Donald looks like a darn looser, and we all know what

that means.

You've been a bad boy, Vlad. You promised me you'd let me know when you were going to shell the hell out of Ukraine again.  How can I be your useful idiot if you don't tell me anything?

This caught me with my pants down, ol' buddy. If you'd just leave me to settle this little problem, maybe I could get you forty percent of Ukraine's land. The way you're going, you won't get more than maybe fifteen percent that will even be worth havin.'

I've got things to do, so I can't be spending my valuable time fighting your war, Vlad. I have tariff wars to fight!

Stay home and count your roubles, Vlad. I'll make a call on the Ukraine kid and make him a deal he can't refuse. He's a push-over!

And for gawd's sake, Donald, quit that sniveling and crying.  It ain't a good look for a president.