Dear Comrade Putin:
Please sit down. I don't want you to fall and injure yourself should you feel lightheaded after you read this.
You see, just yesterday the bullet that will end you was chambered into the firearm of a Russian citizen. They may be a civilian, but they are more likely in uniform---either military or some type of law enforcement. On of them has already been hired---for many many rubles---by several of your fellow billionaires who don't really care about "restoring Russia's greatness" but do very much care about not being global pariahs. They are too accustomed to jetting from villa to dacha to penthouse to yacht to sacrifice that lifestyle on your altar.
You know them. You drink with them. You think you are one of them. But, they are going to kill you.
Your replacement---who they know will never rock their yachts---has already been selected. So has the trusted agent who will murder the idiot who dared to kill you.
Who I am and how I know this isn't really important. Just think of me as "Trotsky's ghost".
So, comrade, "Na Zdorovie"! Sleep well. All has been arranged in the ruthlessly organized fashion of which a KGB Colonel like you would wholeheartedly approve.
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Response to Atticus (Original post)
Says who? Putin's propaganda machine?
They detest him! 
Response to SheltieLover (Reply #6)
