The fruits of Cold War victory

Stranger than fiction!

"...something Finland-related seems to appear everywhere I turn these days."

- Mac.

"Surely, Sherman, you're old enough to remember what it means to be - 'Finlandised'?

- Mr. Peabody.

As one whose briefly Winter-Warring brethren kept their balance in being forced during a later "war" no longer "hot" on the field but quite as frigid in import, to Sisu back and forth in a game of chicken between eagle and bear, in hoping their cry from the sidelines of "let's you and him fight" was no more to be taken literally than George Carlin's line-you'll-never-hear "Do what you want to the girl, just leave me alone", I was only too happy to see, on the evidence of that video, the resumption of Finland's long march to the west. The fact that the Red Army Chorus was now willing to play straight man to a lead singer with pointy harlequin shoes and a cock's-comb coif almost as long as he was tall only shows, where once its hymnbook had it playing herald to a crimson tide by which Sweet Home Alabama would earn its tag not on the gridiron but as the southern flank of a new Borscht Belt anything but a proving ground for Philosemite-Sam ironists, only proves the persistence of that old stock figure: Fool's Russian, where Anglos feared *tout* Red.