Let's start with an old joke: How do you recognize the friendly motorcyclist?

At the flies between the teeth.

Bertolt Kohler

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Putin is also to blame for the fact that decades later we remembered that tasteless joke that chitin doesn't taste like anything.

He compared the oligarchic traitors who "can't do without foie gras, oysters or so-called gender freedoms" in their villas in Miami or on the Côte d'Azur with mosquitoes that accidentally got into the mouths of the decent Russian people, but from them would of course be spat out immediately - the supply situation is not that bad either.

Better oysters in Nice than meatballs in Novosibirsk

It is true that there could well be a few upstanding patriots in Russia who would secretly prefer to eat oysters in Nice than in Novosibirsk.

But of course the well-behaved subjects adhere to Putin's latest decree: Show me what you eat and I'll tell you who you are.

And what better way to identify decadence, servile consciousness, and belonging to the West's fifth column than a fondness for chicken wings and Diet Coke?

Fast food is treacherous, and its spread throughout Putin's empire is further proof that the Americans want to ruin Russia down to the rectum.

But fortunately there is a new Doctor Zhivago, who has now prescribed his people a "natural and necessary self-cleansing", probably with the proven Glauber's salt.

This drastic cure will not necessarily increase the oligarchs' desire to return to the homeland they have so lovingly plundered.

Just where are they supposed to go now?

Even in Londongrad, which they helped to flourish with their billions, they are no longer well liked.

Not even Abramovich got a quick chance to sell Chelsea, his fleet of yachts and a few cottages before they were confiscated.

In the end, that even connects Schröder and Lafontaine

Yes, if you leave too late, life will punish you.

The Wind of Change can turn suddenly.

The members of Moscow's Fifth Column, Section Germany, apparently know this better than the traitors to the Russian people exposed by Putin.

In particular, our former top people from the Tuscany faction keep the reins of action in their own hands.

At the end of two long careers and a pronounced enmity, this even connects Oskar Lafontaine with Gerhard Schröder.

Neither of them wanted to wait for some ungrateful cretin to take away their party membership or honorary citizenship.

They anticipated this with a self-declared resignation or waiver.

That's what Putin did with the Council of Europe.

This parallel is striking.

One would almost like to speak of a concerted action.

Was the mutual agreement the real purpose of Schröder's mysterious trip to Moscow?

Or was he just bringing his buddy in the Kremlin one last Happy Meal?

We no longer believe Putin that in times of need the devil eats flies.

In any case, he doesn't look like he only feeds on birch bark and taiga tea.

No fight without a munch

Perhaps Schröder just grabbed a bucket of caviar from the Kremlin's beluga reserve before the embargo took effect.

At least from a Russian point of view, there would be no contradiction between eating and morality in this highly patriotic dish.

And the old Bundeswehr motto also applies to selfless commitment to peace: no fight, no munching.

What is Schröder supposed to feed himself and his wife Soyeon with when there isn't even any flour in the German supermarkets?

If this continues, we will all have to tighten our belts and probably also think about the intentional ingestion of insects.

Does it shake you?

Bugs and maggots are eaten by two billion people.

No, that wasn't a joke.