All of the free nations are gathering. Over the horizons a new cold war is emerging. Distortion. Hidden agendas. Corruption. All because of a little man's thoughts. Putin, always the court jester, sits in the lap of his Lady Luck.
She sits dark, perhaps confused, unmoving yet cradling his ideals. Putin. Always a fool that brings us to our knees.
Under the air of dissolution, will another world war erupt? Is that even possible? As interconnected as our world is, what would a cold war mean? Is there resolution? Or will the fool march in where the angels fear to tread?
Is this a time of false pretenses? Are we floating away in our own distorted frozen march?