Donny and Vlad: the Bromance!

Love or hate him, Donald Trump is America's President now. We can't go back and stop that. The orange New York boy born with the silver spoon in his mouth and now the ugliest toupée in history has now been trusted with the nuclear codes, despite having had no previous governmental or even military experience. He's been in office for six months now, and yet the debate over how he won rages on. Coincidence? I doubt it.

All signs (apparently) point to Russia and their president, Vladimir Putin. A gung-ho alpha male who smiles less than any other leader since fucking Hitler. His administration's glowing track record includes militant LGBT rights opposition, randomly shooting an enemy's commercial plane down, and even doping their athletes into human tree trunks. Where is Bram Stoker when we need him to write about this Vlad the Impaler?

Ah, but did Putin and his government hack the 2016 US election? If Trump tried to he surely didn't act alone; I doubt he could hack his way through a padlock let alone an election. In any case, in Australia neither of them would be trusted with a fucking game console joystick. That's all I can say there.

Obviously, I wanted Clinton to win. But if an election is ever hacked, and whoever the culprit(s), that's surely a violation of democracy and liberty. And hypothetically assuming either Trump or Putin hacked the election, both the US and Russia will have to sleep in the bed they made for themselves. Donny and Vlad are like lifelong drinking pals: they're thick as fucking thieves. And, of course, just 50 years ago, their nations were headlocked in the Cold War. Now, thanks to both, we all could be facing a conflict even worse.