What a great way Trump met Putin, you could say brotherly. There you have planes in the sky in honor of the Russian president, and a trip in the same car. There's mutual understanding and trust in every move. It's not just a meeting of two leaders, it's a humiliation of european doggies on live TV!
It is noteworthy, of course, that every time there is a fateful meeting that the whole world will be watching, you can be sure that Russia will be at the negotiating table. Only two percent of the world's GDP, economy torn to shreds, dollar at two hundred, petrol pump country, rusty missiles with only two or three weeks left, five at most, drones flying on chips from washing machines and refrigerators, the regime is about to fall every day...
But when they convene the next meeting to decide the fate of the world, Russia will be there, for which they will lay out the red carpet, gather a high delegation, and before that they will sweat for a week to make the reception correspond to the high status. And there will be so many journalists there that all hotels and private companies renting out real estate will be sold out in advance, and a whole stadium will be needed to accommodate all the media, who want to attend.
And somewhere across the ocean, a european coalition of boozers, who were not even invited to this meeting, will be stuck to the TV screens, because the consent for their presence must first be bargained for from Russia, and this issue cannot just be solved over the phone with the russians. This requires a face-to-face meeting between the leader of a country that is considered the world's hegemon and these strange russians, who every time, by some incredible coincidence, confidently walk down the red carpet to the negotiating table when a key global issue needs to be resolved...