Dear Aunt Patriotica,
A friend of mine (well, more of a powerful acquaintance with nuclear ambitions) has a, um… compromising video of me. I’m not saying it’s bad, but let’s just say it wasn’t my most Constitutionally flattering moment. I’ve tried to give him advice—like make peace, stop poisoning people, and maybe wear a shirt sometimes—but every time I speak up, he just smirks and says, “Do what I say, or the footage goes global.”
I’m under a lot of pressure. Should I stand up for myself or keep letting him call the shots?
Sincerely,
Strong-ish Man in an Awkward Situation
Dear Strong-ish Man,
Oh honey, bless your red, white, and whimpering. You’ve got yourself into a classic Cold War cuddle trap!
Let me put this gently, sugar: when your “friend” has dirt on you, and he’s shirtless, smirking, and possibly riding a bear while threatening you with kompromat… that’s not friendship. That’s hostage diplomacy with extra chest hair.
You say you’ve been giving him advice? Like what? “Hey Vlad, maybe less Novichok, more namaste”? He doesn’t want your wisdom. He wants your obedience—and possibly control over Eastern Europe.
Now I understand you’re in a tight spot. But a real American strongman (or even a semi-flexible democratic leader) doesn’t let blackmail drive foreign policy. You’ve got two options:
⭐ Option 1: Grow a Spine (Preferably Your Own)
Stand tall. Call his bluff. What’s in that video? An unauthorized spray tan? An interpretive dance to “Back in the USSR”? We've seen worse. The American public forgives a lot—just ask Rudy.
Once you’re free from his oily grip, you might even start making decisions based on national interest instead of international embarrassment.
⭐ Option 2: Lean In. Go Full Puppet.
Just embrace it, darling. Start doing press conferences with your “friend” sitting on your lap. Let him whisper into your earpiece. Go full marionette. Heck, rename the Oval Office the Kremlin Guest Suite and ask your staff to start addressing you as “Comrade Light.”
It’ll be humiliating, yes, but at least you’ll get a lovely dacha out of it.
In summary, sweetie: If someone’s holding something over your head, it’s probably not a crown—it’s control. And last I checked, we already have one president. We don’t need a backup located in Moscow.
Now go wash your hands, delete that Telegram chat, and remember: Freedom isn’t free, but dignity is surprisingly affordable if you act fast.
Stars, Stripes, and Snappy Comebacks,
Aunt Patriotica
Your Favorite Columnist Since the Revolution (the original one)
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