Ten Little Russian Spies Went Out To Dine-Another With Ties To Trump Dies
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by Michael John Scott
No doubt you’ve read the headline or heard the news: A Russian operative with ties to Donald Trump dies. It’s not, after all, a unique or unusual story. In point of fact, it’s happened seven times in the last year.
It’s tough out there for a Russian spy these days, especially if they know anything about Trump and Vladimir Putin, because the former KGB strongman wants you dead; quite dead, so the world won’t learn the truth about the inevitable connection between him and the U.S. president. A connection that could end up unseating America’s unhinged leader.
The latest death strikes particularly close to home. Alex Oronov was found dead, according to a Facebook post by Andrii Artemenko, an Ukrainian MP. Oronov was, it appears, quite successful in agribusiness, among other endeavors including an ethanol business set up by Michael and Bryan Cohen in the Ukraine. Michael Cohen is Donald Trump’s attorney. Bryan, in addition to being Michael’s brother, is Oronov’s son-in-law. And while he doesn’t say specifically how Oronov died, he directly blames the New York Times’ article which first exposed the secret plan for causing his death. In other words, he’s vaguely suggesting that Oronov was murdered (perhaps by Vladimir Putin and the Kremlin) as a result of having been publicly exposed.
There should be little doubt in the mind of rational thinkers that people will continue to die to protect Donald Trump, Russia’s greatest historical asset, with the possible exception of Klaus Fuchs who passed U.S. atomic bomb secrets to the Soviet Union for the first time.
While none of this should be taken lightly, I’ve elected to dedicate an old song to those who operatives who have already met their deaths at the hands of Putin’s Federal Security Service, formerly the KGB.
The following edited version of Ten Little Indians, was included in the 1945 film And Then There Were None. I have replaced the word “Indians” with “Spies.” In the intelligence service they are now called operatives, but that didn’t rhyme very well:
Ten little spies went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little spies sat up very late;
One died in his sleep and then there were eight.
Eight little spies travelling in Moscow;
One died there and then there were seven.
Seven little spies chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little spies playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one of them and then there were five.
Five little spies going in for law;
One got lost in the Kremlin and then there were four.
Four little spies going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little spies walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little spies sitting in the sun;
One got all frizzled up and then there was one.
One little spy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none, unless there were some still under the gun.
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Love it. Remember that song well, but when it was a nursery rhyme and most people thought Indians were wild and crazy guys.
That’s about how it went down. Look to add a few more verses.
Someone should put that song to music, fiddle music would be good.
I’ll look into that Bill.
They’re covering up their tracks, and soon all the “little spies” will be gone, and Trump will be sitting in the Oval Office confident he has won.
You are absolutely right Rachael. They are scrambling to cover up all the president’s many, many missteps.