Mad Vlad will likely use nuclear weapons

Pretty incredible that raising the prospect of nuclear war is now commonplace for Vladimir Putin and his sick Kremlin sock puppets.

Mad Vlad constantly threatens the free world with nuclear Armageddon.

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So did his sharp-edged Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov.

So does every little propagandistic TV presenter on Russian state television.

They all seem positively reveling in the idea of ​​nuclear destruction.

Nothing like that during the Cold War, when the prospect of the destruction of the world by atomic bombs was too terrifying to be the subject of empty threats – even from Russian dictators and their goons.
No longer.

Russia’s mindless, macho nuclear rhetoric brings us closer to World War III than at any time since mushroom clouds rose over Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945.

These days are also more dangerous than the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis.

Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev and America’s John F. Kennedy were both sensible, rational leaders who ultimately balked at the thought of nuclear war.

Putin is neither sane nor rational.

The last time this country was threatened with weapons of mass destruction, they turned out to be figments of Tony Blair’s over-the-top imagination.

But this time, the weapons of mass destruction are frighteningly real. And if Putin keeps threatening the West with his nuclear weapons, we would go completely insane not to take him very seriously.

“If anyone intends to interfere from the outside, they must know that this poses an unacceptable threat to Russia,” enthused the increasingly nervous Putin in St. Petersburg this week.

“You must know that our response to counterattacks will be lightning fast. We have the weapons we need for this. Nobody else can brag about these weapons and we won’t brag about them. But we will use them.”

The weapon in Putin’s twisted mind seems to be the Sarmat missile, which rogue state Russia launched last week.

This missile can travel 11,000 miles, contains 15 warheads and has the potential to destroy an area the size of France.

Disturbed tyrant

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“One Sarmat means minus one Great Britain,” chuckled Russian TV host and Putin puppet Vladimir Solovyov.

With Putin’s Red Army of rapists, looters and murderers stranded in Ukraine, fought to the point of exhaustion by heroic Ukrainians, the potential for some sort of nuclear strike only increases.

There can be no peace in the world while Putin is bragging about wiping us off the face of the earth.

Ultimately, Blair’s blatant lies about Saddam Hussein’s weapons of mass destruction were not a valid reason for invading Iraq.

But the brutal reality of Putin’s nuclear arsenal – and Russia’s increasingly bellicose threats – means we have no choice but to confront the first deranged tyrant in human history to possess nuclear weapons.

Appearing physically and mentally ill, this deluded dictator is desperate to announce a great victory to the hopelessly gullible Russian masses.

The rest of the world can see that Putin has scored a historic own goal. He was wrong about everything. His invasion failed.

His army turns out to be a second-rate rabble. He has turned Russia into a pariah state that will be despised for generations to come.

But tragically, all of this makes it more likely that Putin will use nuclear weapons before this war is over.

Putin’s nuclear blackmail doesn’t mean we should duck and flinch and placate this nuclear nutcase. That means we have to do more.

Whatever it takes to bring this tyrant into the court of history.

We will never prevent nuclear war by appeasing Putin.

We’ll only avert it by putting an end to the mad, murderous bastard.

Smash sail gangs

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RWANDA, I strongly suspect, is not the answer to the tricky problem of illegal immigration.

True, since the Rwanda scam was circulated, there have been no more illegal migrants on the south coast.

But that seems to have more to do with strong winds up the English Channel than the prospect of landing in Central Africa if you thought you were going to Kent.

The only long-term solution is to smash the human trafficking cartels to pieces so they never ply their evil trade on our seas again.

And that shouldn’t be beyond the capabilities of two great nations like Britain and France.

Yes, even with that Brit-hating Emmanuel Macron at the Elysée for the next five years.

Cyn got Hendrix cast as Rock’s Biggest Star

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THE legendary Cynthia Plaster Caster, who has died aged 74, was the sixties groupie with gimmicks.

Cynthia didn’t just sleep with rock stars — she used her art school skills to create plaster casts of her manhood.

It is often said that Cynthia divided feminist opinion. Did she make women strong with her parade of plaster penises, or did she make women look like mindless rock chicks?

What is less known is that Cynthia Plaster Caster was also divided among rock stars.

There are honored musicians – one of them is now a Knight of the Empire! – who took one look at Jimi Hendrix’s plaster cast and quickly declined Cynthia’s friendly offer.

Because frankly, there weren’t any rock stars taller than Hendrix.

Tyson could be back

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WHEN Tyson Fury told Piers Morgan he was going to hang up his 10-ounce boxing gloves forever, I have no doubt he meant it.

But watching Anthony Joshua (tall but vulnerable) battle Ukraine’s Oleksandr Usyk (quick but small) for IBO, IBF, WBO and WBA belts this summer in Saudi Arabia, I think that Fury (big and fast) will change his mind.

It’s not over until the Gypsy King sings. Probably American Pie.

Sloth is a new virus

A POST-pandemic freeze has settled over our country.

As Jacob Rees-Mogg roamed Whitehall offices as deserted as the one Marie Celeste had left, leaving sarcastic “sorry I missed you” cards on the empty desks of these work-shy Wallahs in Whitehall, he was stricken with a national disease confronted.

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But the post-pandemic sluggishness isn’t just among sluggish Whitehall officials.

It’s become second nature for every company in the country to throw you off with a lame excuse for providing a tenth-rate service because of a virus we defeated a while ago.

Yes, renewing your passport or driving license has become an impossible dream. But that’s the conversation with your bank. Or you can make an appointment with your family doctor.

“Work” – don’t giggle! – working from home has become the norm for the laptop-loving middle class.

Many men and women never stopped working, even at the height of the pandemic.

My local garbage men have never missed a collection. Frontline NHS nurses and doctors have been working harder than ever.

Plumbers, electricians and construction workers followed the call.

But it feels like every employee was injected with a horse tranquilizer.

Blaming Covid – still! – because incompetence, laziness and lethargy have become second nature to office workers of all stripes.

And I’m afraid it will take more than Rees-Mogg’s biting sarcasm to dissuade her.