Russian President Vladimir Putin accepts affection from a minority dog.
Last week in Russia, Pussy Riot, a loose aggregation of loose women with loose morals and an even looser interpretation of what a really good quasi-punk agitprop dance combo should be, was sentenced to two years in prison for some sort of performance arty anti-Putin shenanigans in a Russian church.
At least they got us talking about pussy.
Russia’s czars, of which Putin is the current one, don’t have much of a history of taking a laissez-faire approach to dissent or constructive criticism. It’s not like they’re an alternative newspaper championing "the free play of ideas" (provided those ideas are really, really alternative).
One person’s painfully affected, embarrassingly facile and self-serving attention- starved shock-value posturing and safe, predictable irreligion is another person’s democracy.
Madonna, a famous whore, made an impassioned plea on the Pussies’ behalf at a recent concert in Moscow. Or at least she lip-synched the words to a pre- recorded impassioned plea.
In life, we should strive to seek Madonna’s approval, her being a famous whore and all. That broad’s always got her crotchless panties in a bunch over something.
I think if you’re in trouble with the law you need Madonna making impassioned pleas on your behalf while doing God knows what with a crucifix like you need a freaking hole in the head.
Increasingly, people are starting to come around to Elton John‘s view of her.
Ironically, "pussy riot" is a perfect description of Elton John’s and Madonna’s stage shows.
And so far both of them have managed to overthrow oogotz. But, hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with shaking your groove thang to some studio-crafted auto-tuned bouncy synth-pop for freedom’s sake. I believe it was Huey Smith And The Clowns who once said:
We got ‘em rockin’ right here, you can be certain, we got ‘em rockin’ behind that old Iron Curtain…
The fact that people in Russia speak Russian and consequently no one knows what the hell anyone’s talking about, isn’t helping matters.
Your poor average humble Russian peasant will try to say "How’s it going?" in their native tongue only to have the other peasant say in so many words: "You do, and you’ll clean it up!"
That gets old really fast. Much like Stalinism, come to think of it.
The gals in Pussy Riot are Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Maria Alekhina, and Yekaterina Samutsevich.
Try playing The Name Game sometime with some consonant-heavy mile-long Eastern Bloc moniker. It ain’t easy!
But nothing in life worth doing ever is:
Nadezhda Nadezhda bo badezhda, banana fanna fo fadezhda, fee fi mo madezhda…
A little trick with Putin!
Putin Putin bo bootin’, banana fanna fo futin, fee fi mo mutin…
PUTIN! That’s a week in Siberia right there.