Gathering of lackeys

Right now I’m watching a broadcast from Putin’s headquarters. An endless line of licking and waving, a most disgusting sight, a gathering of lackeys and scoundrels. Hypocrisy is simply concentrated. Not without the senile Govorukhin and my “foster brothers” from Uralvagonzavod, with joyful faces and in new overalls issued on the occasion of a big holiday, or rather one overalls put on the head of the workshop.

A turner-deputy from Perm, an expert on goats, also showed up, suggesting that Putin should go to New York.

I already saw all this in the late 80s, three years before 91.