At first it didn’t bother me. A follower is a follower, ammirite?
They didn’t want me to click anything. They didn’t try to sell me anything. They didn’t ask for state secrets. So what was the big deal? Lots of followers don’t have blogs; they just have email addresses. Right?
(This is not a picture of John. I got it when I googled “quizzical animals.”)
But in the last few months, I’ve gotten a whole bunch of email-only-followers from Russia. Folks with an “.ru” domain.
When I mentioned it to John, he was a little bit concerned. I told him that I just delete those emails that notify me of the new Rusky follower, and not to worry. They’re harmless. What could possibly happen?
Google Image that I got through Pinterest. He’s harmless. Cute. Not at all Putin-esque. He isn’t even wearing a trench coat, so I’m sure he’s not a spy. Or a bad guy. Positive.
But you know what? Don’t tell John, but suddenly I’m getting nervous.
You see, I’ve written dozens of posts about Donald Trump. And now I’m afraid that the Russians are behind him. That they want him to become president. That they want to totally fuck up the world.
You’ve noticed all these weird things that are happening with the Russians in the election, haven’t you?
- They are supporting Donald Trump (so obviously, they aren’t pro-America, right)
- They are behind the WikiLeaks
- They are bankrolling Trump
- They are scary no-goodniks
- They are doing lots of other things I don’t have time to look up. (Hey, I have a life, you know. I do this for fun.)
So now I’m concerned that Russians are following me. Lots of them.
I guess I should be flattered. But I’m not. Because I’m not like today’s GOP who seem to believe in party over country (hmmmm, sounds vaguely Russian don’t you think?).
You know who this is. And you know where I got it. Sheesh. And he’s right behind me. Physically, not metaphorically.
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