When Bashar's houseman answered the front door, the staff security agent announced that the limo was leaving for the airport and there was little time to pack anything but the family jewels. So Doctor Bashar rounded up the missus and the kiddies and off they went to the getaway plaane. Next stop: Moskva.
Bashar's long time supporter and confidant, Valdimir Vladimirovich Putin rolled out the red carpet for the incoming guests. The family was seeking asylum and they were given same according to the Federation's policy of offering this status to the one or two saps who would be dumb enough to want to reside in the one of the worst places in the world.
As predicted yesterday by the Mayor of Tahoma, the rats leaving the sinking ship/cesspool once called Syria have landed in the Siberian wastes or western Russyan plain west of the Ural Mountains. Known for the winter cold(see Napolean and winter), another guest from the Middle East will be hard pressed to acclimate anytime soon. First, a shopping tour for furs, hats, sable coats, and of course, quality vodka to suppress anxieties that go along with last minute evacuations. Ol' Bashar knew what was coming ass his "loyal" supporters disappeared immediately when told to defend the country. They dropped their uniforms and sought a hiding place unavailable to the dictator. They also ditched their weapons so as to look like civilians not soldiers. Don't feel sorry for these rats, they've had their days in the sun enforcing the dictatorship. Now, they will face the scourge of the "new" rulers, whoever that y be.
Some intelligence gatherers believed that other players nearby might seek to take control. American air assets bombed targhets inside the boundaries of Syria to thwart those efforts at this writing. Given the recent history of the situation, anything is possible in the chaos.
Stay tuned. Bashar: a pox on your house.
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