Posted on 10/08/2022 8:16:11 AM PDT by marcusmaximus
Chechnya's leader, Ramzan Kadyrov, delivered a warm congratulatory message to Russian President Vladimir Putin on his 70th birthday, after a week of criticizing how the Ukraine war has been handled.
In a stark shift of tone after publicly ridiculing Putin's military amid a series of successful counteroffensives conducted by Kyiv in Ukraine's south and northeast, Kadyrov extended his well wishes to Putin, offering praise and crediting the leader for supporting Chechnya "in the most difficult times."
"Russian President Vladimir Putin played a key role in the fate of the Chechen people," he said, adding that Russian leader "saved the republic" and "raised [it] from ruins."
(Excerpt) Read more at newsweek.com ...
With that picture, I can see Putin is thinking that letting the satellite nations have more independence with the Russian Federation, is plausible.
Or Kadyrov is going to replace Shoigu as Putin’s Minister of Defense.
Death and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere
Chorus:
Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
Death, destruction, and despair
People dying everywhere.
Now you are the age you are
Your demise cannot be far
Fear and gloom and darkness but
No one found out YOU KNOW WHAT
May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake
You’re a period cook, it’s true
Ask the beetles in the stew
Burn the Castle and storm the keep
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP!
Now your jail-bait days are done
Let’s go out and have some fun!
May your deeds with sheep and yaks
Equal those with sword and axe
You must marry very soon
Baby’s due the next full moon
Your servants steal, your wife’s untrue
Your children plot to murder you
Were I sitting in your shoes
I’d go out and sing the blues
They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse
Tho’ you’re turning 29
Age to you is like fine wine
So you’re 29 again
Don’t tell lies to your good friend
Now you’ve lived another year
Age to you is like stale beer
So another year has passed
Don’t look now they’re gaining fast!
So you’ve aged another year
Now you know that Death is near.
Long ago your hair turned grey
Now it’s falling out, they say
Black Death has just struck your town
You yourself feel quite run-down
It’s your birthday never fear
You’ll be dead this time next year
We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we’ll sit and sew your shroud!
See the wrinkles on your face
Like the pattern of fine lace
So far death you have bypassed
Don’t look back it’s gaining fast
Indigestion’s what you get
From the enemies that you ‘et
I’m a leper, can’t you see
Get your birthday kiss from me.
Burn, then rape by firelight
Add -romance- to life tonight.
Pay attention, you must learn
First you pillage, THEN you burn.
Children dying far and near
They say that cancer’s caused by beer.
Children dying everywhere
Women crying in despair.
Typhoid, plague and polio
Coffins lined up in a row.
Long ago your hair turned gray
Now it’s falling out, they say.
Birthdays come but once a year
Marking time as Death draws near.
May the children in the street
Be your barbecuing meat.
We, your friends will never tell
That your body has gone to hell.
At your age most folks go blind
You’ve kept your sight, but lost your mind.
While you eat your birthday stew
We will loot the town for you
We love children, yes we do
Boiled or baked or in a stew.
When you’ve reached this age you know
That the mind is first to go.
FINALE:
If there be verses we have missed
You can add them to the list.
I pray you pass your verse along
And thus improve our merry song.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fJLo276_gHw
Card to his beloved colleague....
Happy Birthday to you
Though your fans may be few
When this war is through
And your foes turn to goo
I’ll always like you.
Photo caption....
Now that we’re not too young to go steady can we sneak off somewhere? Your dacha or mine.
People let me tell you 'bout my best friend
He's a warm hearted person who'll love me 'til the end
People let me tell you bout my best friend
He's a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy
People let me tell you 'bout him he's so much fun
Whether we're talkin' man to man or whether we're talking son to son
'Cause he's my best friend
Yes he's my best friend
Trying to butter putin up for a hug, so he can get in close and shank him
Happy Birthday to Pu
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