The Meeting Part Two

  Sometimes decisions kind of make themselves. Such a happening just happened to me. I was thinking about how I had loose ends. For whatever reason, I felt that because I named the last one, The Meeting Part One, that I owed a part two. To whom I thought I owed this, or why I felt indebted at all, is one of the mysteries of myself. I have written it, its sitting with the rest of the yellow legal pads I use for writing. So anyway, I'm thinking I owe this, and of course with today being Christmas and all, I thought I should write about that. Along with these considerations, I was deciding whether to write anything at all. But as if by instinct, when I came into the bedroom where my PC sits, without thinking I hit the space key, and Bang!, my blog page whitening the room, staring me in the face with The Meeting Part Two, already typed in. So anyway, here we all are, wherever we are, and in what frame of mind? By the way, Merry Christmas! Wish him a happy birthday at your table today. 

  So, the meeting. For one thing, it was obvious that it would be too long, and that I should not go off setting the scenery, and that I should get to the point as fast as good taste would allow. In other words, though I wish this was a book rather than a blog, if I'm to write at all anymore, that I should make it short and sweet. Couple of things regarding the setting, the meeting room and table were huge as you might imagine. On opposite walls, looking across the room at each other, were life size portraits of Marx and Lenin. I had some fun with that confrontation I can tell you. On the other two walls were smaller portraits of other famous Russian leaders, Generals, and probably a Czar or two. Conspicuously missing  was the portrait of Nikita missile. Even though Google was useless in helping me get this historic figures name spelled right, he was the Russian leader who stood toe to toe with JFK over the Cuban missile crises. Though he was a very brave and smart general in WW1, (check me on that), but because the world saw it as the USSR as having backed down, Nikita was shamed into an early retirement. Putin who is not a large man, entered the meeting room through a three foot wide and ten foot high door, making him look all the smaller. But the star of the story would have been a man named Sasha. I actually have a Russian friend named Sasha, so his character was easy. Sasha was the head of approximately ten thousand Russian patriots who live, (most legally), in the United States, and according to the reports heard from all over the country,  people were excited over Donald Trump. Sasha said he knew that Trump would win when Hillary had to bus in supporters, where Donald Trump filled stadiums. Natasha, Vlad's secretary, brought out a silver trey with vodka and shot glasses. They toasted Sasha and their modern day KGB for predicting the election results one year out. Nostrovia they all said. But lets see here, Putin wanting "the Donald" to win. Putin is a Communists right? In what world would the Russian leader want anyone other than four more years of the Obama style. Under him, Russia invaded Austria, (they only stayed a week or two?),  a commercial jet liner was shot down by Russians who want the USSR restored. the Chinese communists have claimed international waters for a military base, we have that North Korean child playing with missiles, Foreign jets buzz our Navy ships, and even wimpy little Iran kicks dirt in our face surrounding our ships in little speedboats. Forget Russia, Why would any socialist/communist country or leader not want four more of that? Saying they want Donald Trump? With children they call that reverse phycology.     I'm sorry for this, especially Christmas day. I wish you all, Christian or not, a very blessed Christmas day. Best of wishes for the year ahead!  ED