It’s official, Alexei Anatolievich Navalny has balls the size of Crimea. When they make a movie about him only Gerard Butler in full-Leonidas mode could possibly do the man justice. They call him “the man Putin fears the most” and suggest, like Voldemort, that Putin actually won’t utter his name in public.
But, to correct the official record, Vladimir Putin is not Harry fucking Potter.
Putin fears no-one.
That Navalny, though…
The ‘Novichok-agent’ used in the Litvinenko-esque plot to poison Navalny is a banned cholinesterase inhibitor that totally gets the FSB-assassin thumbs-up of approval.
But Navalny just shrugged that shit off while seducing a few sehr schöne frauleins in some secret German hospice, then scoops his shit up and saunters back to Moscow like a total badass.
Testicles the size of Donald Trump’s big orange head, this guy. Comes back at Putin like a quarrel launched from a crossbow.
That said, there’s ballsy, and then there’s stupid.
Vladimir Putin is the sorta genuine alpha-male that makes me feel slightly effeminate. He sees a crowd throwing snowballs at his police force? He arrest four thousand of them.
Where exactly does one even get a police force that can arrest THOUSANDS of people, let alone find a them a home?
Putin’s Russia, is where.
Gulags.
A police force that can (and happily does) drag your dissident ass out of a crowd to house you uncomfortably behind barbed wire in Siberia.
Imagine if Russian police had manned the barricades on Capitol Hill. Those QAnon neckbeards would’ve opened up a serious can of whoop-ass.
That said, there would have been no protests because there would have been no voting irregularities because President Putin says so.
I can imagine Biden: “Aw c’mon man! Let Navalny go, you know what I mean?” and the Putinator just hangs up without even bothering to say ‘Nyet.’