Flammeus Gladius

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Not a Boob

Not a Boob

Zelensky’s not the boob that some suppose.
Don’t judge him by the shirt he never changes!
What clever leaders know, Zelensky knows.
Through many disciplines his knowledge ranges—
And wise men far and wide are on his side:
To Russians they extend no toleration.
This clear advantage cannot be denied.
It augments his insightful cogitation.
To call him boob is far beyond the pale.
Let that abusive word now be discarded!
He is our global hero, folks: all hail!
He isn’t talking shit. He’s barely farted!
He’s not a boob, his allies all agree.
Nevertheless, he plays one on TV.

–Tom Riley

(This little sonnet first appeared as a comment at Awful Avalanche, where blogs the astoundingly perceptive Yalensis.)

Unworshipped Idol

Unworshipped Idol

It’s Zelensky we labor to please
In the West. Putin: down on your knees!
So… you dare to defy
This our deified guy?
“Winter’s coming – and Europe will freeze.”

–Tom Riley

Advances

Advances

Has Ukraine made advances? Hurray!
That’s the end of the war: so we say.
Thus already we boast:
Putin’s finished! He’s toast!
(Russia might not admit this today.)

–Tom Riley

(Russian soldier celebrating victory in the Great Patriotic War.)

Killer Kumbaya

Killer Kumbaya

The neo-cons and liberals link arms
And sing that Darya’s murder was okay,
Whatever may have been her girlish charms.
Its wrath the Western order must display
In just this fashion. Brutal tricks we play
Here in the West, and brutal bombings too,
Authorized by the noble CIA,
Are, world not of our making, good for you!
They’re what enlightened pansies always do
When there’s a limit madmen can transgress.
So-called morality objects anew,
Withholding license. We go nonetheless
Confidently and righteously ahead.
Who cares if Russian females end up dead?

–Tom Riley

Score!

Score!

Heroic Ukronazis scored a hit
By killing Comrade Dugin’s little girl.
Our NATO heroes, clearly, ordered it.
Into the cauldron, happily, we hurl
Women and children, emerald and pearl,
Whatever those who will not bow to us
Esteem and value. Rainbow Flags unfurl
To celebrate these victories – and thus
Our efforts are endorsed. Why make a fuss?
The unipolar world must be defended.
Dasha’s demise is far from ominous!
These bombs are what our paragons intended.
If Comrade Putin, though, responds in kind,
He’s brutal, evil, and of unsound mind.

–Tom Riley

Vladimir Putin, La-La-La

Vladimir Putin, La-La-La

Turks are in NATO, sure, but nonetheless
They chant the name of Putin with delight.
They recognize the West is one sad mess
And they are glad that Putin’s there to fight
The utter madness. Rhetoric takes flight
Against the man who rescued Russia – here.
But elsewhere in the world, they keep in sight
The virtues he’s displaying in his sphere.
Mockery from the West expresses fear—
And nothing more. Yes, let them be afraid!
All that the twisted empire now holds dear
Should be, for its perversity, unmade.
Putin is elevated through complaint—
A hero to the Turks, if not a saint.

–Tom Riley

Rules-Based Order Crowd

The Rules-Based Order Crowd

The rules-based order which these pricks defend
Is such a load of shit, the smell would choke
A goat. As they quite visibly descend
Into a state inspired by meth or coke
Or both, their solemn speeches are a joke—
And all their threats as vain as tranny tits.
Touting their wealth, they’ll soon learn they are broke.
Touting their strength, they’ll soon prove helpless shits.
Right now it’s evident they’ve lost their wits.
Their spokesmouth, who was formerly a fool,
Is now a senile fool. He snorts, and spits,
And then insists he’s competent and cool.
How can such hopeless boneheads cast a spell?
Believe them and they’ll drag you down as well.

–Tom Riley

NATO Gambit

The NATO Gambit

Washington moves its European pawns.
Putin has castled, bringing rooks to bear.
Is there true safety on suburban lawns?
Washington moves its European pawns.
Zelensky frowns. Our class of pundits fawns.
To face reality we do not care.
Washington moves its European pawns.
Putin has castled, bringing rooks to bear.

–Tom Riley

St. Vlad

St. Vlad

You see clear halo there about his head.
Even foul enemies at New York Post
Acknowledge thoroughly, not just almost,
In him fierce sanctity that fills with dread
Vast demon horde. How many now have fled!
This is because behind him Holy Ghost
Is operating. NATO soon is toast.
Put silly Western lies at last to bed.
And every moment, fans, is icon now.
Saints suffer and are endlessly maligned.
Lacking in neurons, Biden has a cow
Since overcoming God is task assigned.
Vlad, targeted, still struggles on somehow.
So victory is finally defined.

–Tom Riley

Der Untergang des Banderavolkes

Der Untergang des Banderavolkes

Ukronazis surrendered. Their tune
Changed completely. Their magical rune
Failed to save them. They’re done.
NATO? Still having fun.
They’ll recruit some new Nazis real soon.

–Tom Riley