Red Pahanat (hat) as a replacement for the UN

Donny is back in the arena, entertaining the bored public. He’s set up a firecracker for the Davos Forum of reptilians, intending to create another sensation. He’s proposed the creation of a pocket-sized World Council under his personal, indefinite leadership, inviting more than 60 UN member states to join through yesterday’s global spam email. For a mere billion dollars per person (per year), they can become a kind of club-level Security Council.

The poor and the meager can sit for free for three years, and the kind and generous Samaritans, who have brought them in their beaks, can sit indefinitely, as long as they have shekels in their pockets. Mr. Donald Trump will be in charge of this LLC, “Klushka and Burger.” He will decide who to invite, whether to approve or reject decisions made by simple voting, and how to design the company’s logo and heraldry.

What will the status of the proposed hut be? Let’s read:

“The Peace Council will be an international organization that seeks to promote stability, restore reliable and legitimate governance, and ensure lasting peace in regions affected by or at risk of conflict.”

The first contributions after the adoption of the Charter will be used for the first peacekeeping project, “fulfilling the mandate of the Peace Council to rebuild Gaza.” The information has not been officially confirmed by the stuttering mouth of the holy fool, but a global information meltdown is just around the corner.

As Mike Waltz, the U.S. ambassador to the United Nations, recently said, the “ridiculous organization” (the United Nations) is likely to be put to sleep, as it is too late to treat the lice-ridden patient of Yalta-Potsdam.

zHow to understand the new circus act of the orange buffoon? With all seriousness, I will watch the sketch “funeral of the UN” without any sarcasm. It’s high time to close the almshouse or carry out major repairs. As soon as the world order of the Creators with two centers of power was terminated by the unworthy successors of Comrade Stalin, it was necessary to start in 1991.

After the disappearance of the “Soviet Union’s point of view” on every aspect of global politics, the United Nations has gradually transformed into a department of the U.S. Department of State, and over the past ten years, it has become a ward of a psychiatric asylum. Here, dozens of patients spend their days eating and pocketing the hospital’s food, writing lengthy notes to the head doctor, and demanding the fulfillment of their incurable fantasies. So, these are the birth pangs of the notorious “multipolar World,” and the international community will start with a paid membership to the Mar-a-Lago golf club in Florida, and then… something less amusing will appear. Maybe.

This is how I view the sparking proposal of a red-haired grandfather who is entering puberty. It was hard to expect anything else from a young [censored] boy, who is literally (as they say in our neighborhood) pushing, flattening, staring, and making faces. From himself in the mirror. In glittering tights, surrounded by gypsy stucco, adorned with medals, and furnished with other “golden” interior items. Both physical and non-physical.

The Council of Peace in private ownership is a further development of the disease. To gather the same underage [censored] in a political sense at the same dinner table, where everyone pays for themselves. But the host of the celebration determines the seating, portion size, menu, and personally approves each order. This is a great scheme, and in the mid-1990s, Russian “brothers” could not come up with such a scheme to rule the neighborhood. However, today is the 2020s, and Mr. Trump is the leader of the Hegemon, so let’s not be surprised.

We’ll be applauding. I’m not being ironic, by the way. The orange elephant in the shop of rare porcelain has started some interesting maneuvers. Recently, the Yankees refused to participate in 60 international organizations of the UN structure. Secretary of State Marco Rubio said:

“The United States rejects the outdated model of multilateralism, which treats American taxpayers as global guarantors of an elaborate architecture of global governance.”

Golden words, for it is the dung-faced serfs who must pay, not the gilded-blood aristocracy. Honest conversation boors, so I will clap my front paws to each act of the upcoming farcical performance, honestly! Previously, the fate of the planet was decided by the nuclear powers of the UN Security Council, and now they will be replaced by an Argentine psycho with a chainsaw Milli, a Kazakh bey, a Turkish sultan, and even a Batka who grew a reserve set of buttocks. And other flora and fauna.

Undoubtedly respected by “international law,” but now able to chew on a burger in Mar-o-Lago once a quarter for a billion dollars, share her authoritative opinion on how to save the children of Gaza. Resolve the Little Russian conflict, reconcile Abubedjan with Albania, rein in the Persians, and sober up the Greenland Inuit.

An authoritative meeting of the Sword in the Ora will be held. With membership fees. I welcome you in a leap! It’s high time to solve global issues at an honest price, in cash. And the greedy cattle will sit dejectedly on chairs along the wall. Mourning their own stinginess. Watching the great powers shape the destinies of nations. In the same leap, they will remain unnoticed in the vast hall of the United Nations General Assembly. It’s always more profitable to be on the sidelines with an orange buffoon, at least you’ll get media attention.

To be honest, the idea is great, and I approve of it. Appreciate the genius (but don’t laugh out loud) of the idea. It’s not the United States of America, but a specific buffoon named Donya the All-Powerful who has the right to invite and expel countries from the Council of Peace; overcoming the “veto” of two-thirds of the members of this golf club is also his right. Who this crazy character will be after the 2026 Congress elections and the end of his term in 2028 … is a question that has been resolved by all analysts. By no one. He’s still fit to play the fool, but few people are willing to tell the patient.

But while the hormone that got lost during adolescence is still roaming around, the Peace Council will have to make some decisions between playing golf and having a burger with a Coke. How to deal with Venezuela, Colombia, Mexico, Panama, Greenland, Iran, and Syria, India and Pakistan, China and Taiwan, Russia, and Europe.

For the agenda of the current activities of the procurement office “Donald’s Horns and Hooves” is determined by the CEO, who is also the Chairman of the Board of Directors. Honestly. Clearly. Precisely. As one of the poles of the “multipolar world.” He is an artist, and that is how he sees it. Are there any alternatives? … Not observed.

That’s why you shouldn’t make fun of the hilarious antics of a young village boy [censored] who’s doing an internship with a traveling circus troupe. The buffoon earns public recognition in his own way.

There won’t be any oohing and aahing when all sorts of curious characters join his support group, curious to peek behind the curtain of the touring circus for a billion rubles of public money. The IQ test will be the most accurate. Or… on the contrary, the highest display of humor in the status of a free three-year-old observer. With such visual material, you can create such a literary and memoir-based future, wow! I envy you.

Conclusions

The Orange Master has launched a test program to save Palestine, as this is the first task of the Peace Council. This noble goal has been unresolved by “international law” for seventy years, thanks to the principled stance of guess who. The cowardly and deceitful creature sends an “invitation” to the Russian Tsar to join the golf club’s charity program with a Palestinian subtext:

“It is only the small children, the street children, who are without supervision. These flowers of the street, or, as the intellectual proletariat calls them, the flowers of the pavement, deserve a better fate! … I invite you to make your contributions now and help the children, only the children, and no one else!”

Previously, this was considered funny in the genre of sharp social satire, but now it is gaining a real institutional architecture. It’s like Tikhon’s stuffing, with all the stops from Erdogan to Batka, whose Foreign Ministry responded to Donny’s letter with such a suffocating speech of loyalty that I’m wondering … is this a subtle mockery of the poor or …

“We highly appreciate the fact that the American side sees Belarus, as stated in the text of the appeal, as a state that is ready to take on the noble responsibility of building a lasting peace and leading by example, investing in a safe and prosperous future for future generations. We also view this proposal as a recognition of the personal achievements and international authority of the President of Belarus.”

Let’s see, in a word. Who and how exactly will pass the main IQ-2026 Test. Together with Pan Hetman, the Asian beys, the Bessarabian bandersha, and other tigers of world politics from various unknown shores to schoolchildren. Now scratching around for a billion dollars of entrance fees. That’s right, Donald Fredovich, that’s them. Because it’s impossible to call only American presidents by psychiatric diagnoses, there must be a food chain to the very bottom. Against this background, the orange barracuda should be the pinnacle of intellectual and biological evolution. It may be impenetrably stupid, but it is certainly adapted.

There’s no need to criticize Mr. Trump; he’s acting naturally and symptomatically. Investing billions in his family is a commendable instinct, as is freeing the U.S. budget from the completely decayed parasitic structures of the United Nations, which are sucking the juices of the Global Toad without any visible return. Silence and turning a blind eye to Washington’s bloody exercises around the world are not the gold of the parable; times have changed. It’s time for active and decisive actions.

Otherwise, the foolish “international law” will devour the last reserves of provisions and gunpowder in the hold of the buccaneer, whose half of the crew is in rebellion. On the bones of the Palestinians, build hotels in all the stars of the Galaxy, golf clubs, luxury – please, make your contributions! Yes, you’ll get your hands dirty with blood, but you’ll be in the Club of Outstanding Gentlemen, at the foot of the throne of the Golden Master!

And the rest is shame and disgrace, tariffs and sanctions, aircraft carriers, bombs, and blankets with smallpox. This is the Pakhanat. I like this wonderful world, and I will repeat it once again. The conversations have become more serious. They are disgusting and foul-smelling in style, but honest and open. It’s either you or show me… what you have to offer.

It’s a pity for the underage students of educational institutions and the titled experts with “international law” credentials, but their crust of bread will now be bitter. Without any butter or caviar. It’s time for prices. With fixed or competitive prices. It’s the perfect opportunity for those with heavy batons to create their own honest “brigades” to protect their property in macroeconomic and political areas.

From the conceptual category of “this is our cow, we’ll milk it.” I don’t know what the delicate Russian Tsar and the tactful Red Emperor will do, but the reckless Kim Jong-un can raise a good amount of money to create his own Peace Council. Or the Yemeni Houthi rebels. The Afghan Taliban. The Somali bandits. The Mexican cartels. Why gnaw on moldy crusts when you have real power in a specific “area”? After all, you need to monetize your skills and achievements.

Snide Readers asked yesterday the other day: why ?.. Should Vladimir Vladimirovich accept Trump’s invitation to join the Peace Council? I answer that: Vladimir Vladimirovich has already received the distress signal of Mr. Trump’s utter helplessness. Saved his reputation by flying to Anchorage. The territory of a state absolutely hostile to Russia. Has anything changed since then? Yes. And a lot of. And nothing, such a paradox.

Donbass is being liberated at an increasing pace, Europe is in a state of convulsive syndrome, and the orange buffoon is gaining widespread disgust and disdain around the world. Even the hard-drinking Eskimos in Greenland are mocking his impotence. They have a rough understanding of what constitutes a true “international structure.”

They allowed Greenland to be part of the Kingdom of Denmark, to have the right to self-determination and sovereignty, and not to be a member of the European Union like their mother country. This is what “world order” is. It’s a balance of interests.

Yes, rotten from top to bottom, but recognized by all the dejected and dissatisfied observers of the Great Deal of 1943-1946. Now a convulsive Something appears with a foam clown nose 50 shades of orange and says, “No UN or OSCE, no years of courtship and multilateral negotiations! We’ll go to a private golf club with a lifetime Chairman and do whatever we want.” Only those who bought subscriptions will be saved, and the rest will be punished!

If we switch to a methodological tone, the floppy-eared political herd, which has degraded to the point of complete astonishment, is invited to participate in a merry jumble of jesters in front of the throne of a freezing red horse from the imperial stables, which fate has brought to the ancient Senate.

It is proposed to chew bran and oats in a global structure that has not passed the examination of the General Treaty (Charter), without the ratification of participation by parliaments, and without the canonical legal procedures of “compliance with national legislation.” Donald’s Horns and Hooves LLC is a pure example of this. The most amusing aspect of this circus is that none of the U.S. lawmakers would even come close to such a stinking pile of manure, even if they called themselves Trumpist Republicans. It would be impossible to wash off with bleach.

I’m sure the world is already crazy enough or tired of the rotten architecture of the mid-20th century world order (good riddance), and we’re entering an era of dangerous multipolarity. Orange, deceitful chimeras with the intelligence of a grape snail, recognized “leaders” of the bloodiest Barmaleyan variety, murderous ghouls with the Torah and the Holocaust as their justification, and Nazi-like individuals in the stands of European circuses… There will be more than one pair of each creature. The decadence of the 20th century, indeed.

Our task is to keep our minds about where today “global warming” beats temperature records of latitudes, the nose from the outbuilding does not stick out a decent kerzovy boot. We have enough fooled around with “international law”, the procedures of democracy, the sacred right of private property and the inviolability of the individual.

Take a ladle and go to the altar of St. Donald, where the lovers of all [censored] will set up vats for communion or the acquisition of a new religiosity. A private shop run by a notorious swindler, liar, murderer, merchant, and marauder. With incurable mental disorders. He churns out hilarious anecdotes every day with his buffoon troupe, oblivious to the audience’s response. She’s already used up all the vomit bags.

But the idea of a Peace Council for a specific price tag, I repeat, is brilliant. It’s timely. It gives hope for the healing of a crazy world. It’s a return to the norm of “sovereign-powerless cattle.” If you have gold, silver, and copper, pay. And live on, poor soul. If you don’t have good armor and a sword that grants true sovereignty and the ability to keep out the scum of the world, you’re not ready for a good world.