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So, this is war?

24/3/2022

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In all the horror of this Russian war on Ukraine, I keep remembering how a Russian (now Australian) lady told me some years ago about Putin undergoing regular cosmetic surgery – face lifts, in other words. The thought if it greatly annoyed and disturbed her. She listed it among other negative aspects of the Russian leader’s approach to life.
He is obviously a narcissist.
Which brings me to the awful topic of WHY? WHY? WHY?
and WHAT FOR?
Why? and what for? has this man decided it is his right to take control of another country and, in so doing, have his (‘his’!) soldiers kill (murder, really) thousands of innocent people?
I cannot begin to fathom the abomination of what Putin is doing.

As the murders and the wreckage continues, Putin seemingly remains untouchable.
At the (reported) age of 69, Putin has lately done much to unsettle the world order and produce global instability — and yet he is a man who is so vain and insecure that he needs to embrace cosmetic surgery in an attempt to look younger.
 
Dear Mr Putin,
You may have had your face lifted and there are no wrinkles on your brow, but I have glimpsed your hands (on tv) and they look like the hands of an old man.
All the other old man’s hands I know belong to men full of empathy and love of – and for - their fellow man.
Why are you so different?
And, why are you obsessed with domination?
You have your Russia, you have your mistress installed in a safe country, you have your $700 million yacht waiting for you, berthed in an Italian harbour and you have your smooth and wrinkle-free forehead.
You “have it all” as they say.
You face is unblemished.
How about your soul? 
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