“Why is everybody flying to Russia,” asked Chris Matthews Tuesday night (3/21/17) on “Hardball,” where the action is. “You would think its Paris.”

He was referring to the peregrinations of the president’s inner circle, past and present, an observation triggered by the news that our new Secretary of State Rex Tillerson had elected to go to Russia, instead of an important NATO meeting.

Well, it could be the former CEO of Exxon Mobil was hand-delivering royalty checks to his buddies, the oil oligarchs who he is helping make Russia great again. He made so many great energy deals President Putin proudly awarded him the Soviet’s highest civilian honor, the Friendship Medal.

Tovarich Rex will make a great Secretary of State, my reliably informed sources tell me. With Exxon’s far-flung operations, foreign governments are always happy to take his phone calls and inviting him to stop by. Exxon checks are as good as gold.

Or maybe he just likes the borscht.

Every day there are new revelations about the connections between the president’s people and their friends, the Russians. Most recently, the names named include Paul Manafort, Roger Stone, Carter Page, and the old unreliable, Gen. Flim Flam Flynn. The White House is beginning to sound like Kremlin East.

(Lock’em up)

Uncle Vladimir and his associates at the KGB must be dancing the kazatsky in Lubyanka Square in the Meshchansky District at their success in helping engineer the election miracle of all time, giving us a man they consider, to use the correct Russian word, a

идиот [идио́т] {m}
moron (also: clod, idiot, mooncalf, airhead)

Whatever they want to call him, in their wildest fantasies the Soviets could not have dreamed they would plant at the helm of their archest enemy, a man so temperamentally unsuited, so infantile, he could be expected to get into a spitting match with Mr. N. Korea over an issue like “Whose mother are you saying wears combat boots, you big eared gook? Where is that red button?” Either one of them could easily start WW III.

A hint of collusion with the enemy in Russia would be bad news for the likes of a Manafort, Stone, Page, Gen Flim Flan and others of their ilk (the Benevolent Order of Ilk, B.P.O.I.). Faster than you could say “Trotsky,” they’d be on a slow train to the Siberian salt mines.

With due process in Mother Russia today, an investigation might begin with the alleged throwing himself off the fourth floor roof, as a lawyer defending an oligarch critic did the other day in Moscow. Or accidentally take poison. In earlier days, somebody could catch a cold and never be seen again.

What we do to ferret out wrongdoing is conduct a hearing by the House Intelligence Committee, part of a Congress that needed eight investigations into Bengazi Bengazi Bengazi and still couldn’t find horrible Hillary indictable.

(Lock’em up)

I don’t mean to sound paranoid, but the new administration seems to be playing footsie with the Rooskies. I don’t even trust the creepy first family.

The president’s children seem to be everywhere in their father’s affairs. “Like the Romanoff’s,” according to Matthews.

They remind me more of the Snopes family of Yoknapatawpha County in Faulkner’s trilogy of novels (“The Hamlet;” “The Town” and “The Mansions.”)

Without meaning any disrespect by comparison, Flem Snopes and his kin were farmers, blacksmiths, bigamists, pedophiles, murderers, mentally-challenged, pornographers, venal politicians, senators and bank presidents who seemed to have their hands in everything. When the family was in trouble, they could always count on a barn burning or two. And they never told the truth, when a lie would suffice.

I especially am wary of Ivanka, the smartest and most duplicitous of the Trumps. She either has a security clearance or doesn’t, which doesn’t keep her out of meetings with foreign dignitaries, with or without the first son-in law, young Kushner, the real estate mogulette with the crooked father.

(Lock’em up)

Meanwhile, the sons are floating around the world making deals for the Trump Organization’s fine hotels and better golf courses group. One wonders if the kids don’t have a piece of the 19.5% of Rosneft— the publicly traded Russian government majority-owned energy conglomerate—recently sold to an anonymous American buyer.

(Lock ‘em up)

However it all goes down, and after being awarded the coveted Crony Capitalist of the Year medal by his best bud, Vlady, Donald Trump will say it’s not my fault. “ I never do business with Russians,” as he explained, ignoring the 56 Rooskie oligarchs who bought pieces of the projected Trump Dallas skyscraper.

I tell you, there’s going to be a lot of fun the next four years as our president tries to wash the red out of his hair.

So keep that Samovar boiling in Trump Tower, DC, Florida or wherever the Kremlin East may be in business.



Marvin Kitman
March 23, 2017

Marvin Kitman is the author of “The Making of the Preƒident 1789”, HarperCollins, and in paperback, Grove Press, available at Amazon and quality book-sellers. His other books include “George Washington’s Expense Account” by Gen. George Washington and Marvin Kitman, PFC (Ret.). Google them.