I love Vladimir Putin's hyperbolic machismo. It's like every 70s cop-show star had love children and fed them on a diet of steroids and Viagra and made the Russian President. He takes short guy syndrome to comic lengths and, if it weren't for his repression of dissidents, I'd almost like him.
It takes a certain kind of psychopath to invite someone like Angela Merkel round to your house to discuss your finances, knowing she has a pathological fear of dogs " and then call your pet Labrador into the meeting to see how that works out.
People who need personality number plates or have giant images of themselves hanging in their houses are obviously in deficit in genuine self-esteem or character but Putin's catalogue of shirtless poses with a variety of dead animals or phallic machinery manages to delight and disturb in equal measure.
My personal favourite is photos of him flying in a micro-light with endangered orphaned cranes leading the way on their migratory path. The cute sentence acknowledging that more than a few of the endangered species were killed or permanently injured in getting the shot impresses me more. Putin " in other words - doesn't seem like the kind of guy who cares much about what other people think or say or for that matter do.
He doesn't look like he'd give a rat's if anyone were, say, cross with him for annexing a nation and he'd be slow to forget a slight.