President Putin telephoned President Obama. “Are you calling, because you see the error of your ways, Vladimir? Are you going to play nice with the other children?”
Putin wished Obama could see the smirk on this face. It was like the James Bond movie Goldfinger, when Goldfinger is trying to kill Bond with the laser. “Do you expect me to talk, Goldfinger?”
“No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.”
Putin thought about that line and responded. “No, Barack,” he said sneeringly, measuring every word. “I called to gloat.” Then, Putin started singing from Oklahoma, “Everything’s going my way.”
“What do you plan to do next?” Obama asked.
Putin, ever the chess player smiled. “Wouldn’t YOU like to know?”