W.C. Fields, legendary juggler, actor, comedian, imbiber…if not tending bar in Heaven since Christmas, 1946, W.C. would surely advise Putin that public exposure of NATO’s kaleidoscopic criminality is “…fraught with eminent peril.” W.C.’s spirit and wit and linger in cinema, and snifters of wisdom such as:
“A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money” .
In 1949, the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) materialized, and set sail for WWIII.
What NATO really is and does is so different than what NATO claims to be, and do…deception so profound, so protected from public awareness that only a hardcore turkey deep inside and drunk on profits from terrorist oil might gobble away enough illusion to expose NATO’s Satanic core.
What a coincidence…Turkey exposing NATO as the world’s ultimate full-service terrorism factory, customer service center, and terrorism profiteer. Turkey, Sultanate of the Erdogan family mafia, IS NATO. Check out Article 5 of the North Atlantic Treaty:
“The Parties agree that an armed attack against one or more of them in Europe or North America shall be considered an attack against them all and consequently they agree that, if such an armed attack occurs, each of them, in exercise of the right of individual or collective self-defense recognized by Article 51 of the Charter of the United Nations, will assist the Party or Parties so attacked by taking forthwith, individually and in concert with the other Parties, such action as it deems necessary, including the use of armed force, to restore and maintain the security of the North Atlantic area.” 
The spirit is clear. Article 5 means the Sultanate of Turkey can shoot down a Russian plane inside Syrian airspace, even murder a parachuting Russian pilot, and hide under NATO’s humanitarian wing.
Turkey even enjoyed NATO’s sanction and participation in this act of war. Same thing for Turkey’s thousands of oil tanker trucks—a living pipeline of oil from “…terrorist-controlled” oilfields in Iraq and Syria. Turkey alone has been dipping its beak for millions per day as NATO/terrorist black lucre flows to market. Terrorism NATO style, colossal boon for the Corporate War Machine, international Banksters…basically all those deep pockets inflated by human suffering. The “War On Terror” is a Satanic kaleidoscope of criminality on steroids.
Spirit of NATO
Millions of people living and prospering before NATO’s help…a retired 4-star general characterized the spirit of NATO’s help with this statement:
“We’re going to take out 7 countries in 5 years: Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, Libya, Somalia, Sudan & Iran…”
That was General Wesley Clark from 2007; Army general, Supreme Allied Commander of NATO during the 1999 War on Yugoslavia.
Regarding the state of NATO’s seven targeted countries…so far so bad. NATO’s most Satanic blossoms maintaining the “… security of the North Atlantic area”; consider, for starters, the destruction of Iraq’s genetic future with depleted uranium (DU) projectiles. “Hey” NATO would never admit, “DU projectiles are a perfect way to dispose of nuclear waste.” But they are a super quick-draw on helping save people from brutal dictators.” 
If anything might be more Satanic than the flowers NATO cultivates in Iraq, consider what is blooming right next door, in Syria.
Corpses lying around rotting in the sun are a buffet for a protozoan parasites of the genus Leishmania (philosophically related to NATOmania?). Problem is, protozoans flourishing on all-you-can-eat dead flesh, they have another parasite delivering them to living flesh…causing Leishmaniasis, a fatal flesh-eating disease blooming wildly from NATO ferilizer. 
Dipping a beak in dead flesh or living flesh, makes no difference to females of the phlebotomine sand fly, the airline used by Leishmaniasis. Bite here, bite there, spread Leishmaniasis everywhere.
If NATO itself were a flower, it would have to be Rafflesia. No leaves, no roots, no stem, Rafflesia is a jungle a parasite sporting the biggest flower in the world. 
The breath of Rafflesia imitates rotting meat, a certain signature stench for NATO. One of the world’s rarest plants, on the verge of extinction.
From Putin’s recent summary of NATO’s psychopathy and schizophrenia:
– “‘Allah’” is out to punish Erdogan by frying his brain…”
– “We will not forget this aid to terrorists. We have always considered betrayal the worst and most shameful act. Let those in Turkey know it who shot our pilots in the back, who hypocritically tries to justify themselves and their actions and cover up the crimes of terrorists.”
– “Some countries in the Middle East and North Africa, which used to be stable and relatively prosperous – Iraq, Libya, Syria – have turned into zones of chaos and anarchy that pose a threat to entire world.”
– “We know why it happened. We know who wanted to oust unwanted regimes, and rudely impose their own rules. They triggered hostilities, destroyed statehoods, set people against each other and simply washed their hands [of the situation] – giving way to radicals, extremists and terrorists.”
– “We were prepared to cooperate with Turkey on most sensitive issues and go further than their allies. Allah knows why they did it. Apparently Allah decided to punish the ruling clique in Turkey by taking their sanity.”
Shane paused in the doorway of the Syria Saloon, assessing the situation…before letting go of the swinging door. Tension was like an itch spreading over patrons and dogs. Shane stopped with his back to the bar, bent his leg and hooked a heel on the rail. Patrons and dogs slipped away.
Shane engaged the neocon in the shadowy alcove with diplomacy….
“Not quite yet,” Shane said to the neocon. “We haven’t heard from your friend here.”
Shane looked at the man seated at a table just across the room. The man wore plenty of black, radiating a cold, sinister aura. He’d just conspicuously transferred the coffee pot away from the table. He took a sip of coffee. He adjusted the sheer black glove on his shooting hand, then hissed:
“I wouldn’t go to far if I were you.”
From the alcove the neocon said: “I wouldn’t pull on NATO Shane.” Then to the bartender: “Will, you’re a witness to this.”
Shane said, “So, you’re NATO.”
NATO had stood up and walked around the table to stand facing Shane from about thirty feet away. Gaudy pistols were like a horn growing from each hip.
“What’s that mean to you, Shane?”
Standing face on now, bone pistol grip gleaming at his right hip, Shane said, “I’ve heard about you.”
NATO: What have you heard, Shane?”
“I’ve heard that you’re a low-down Yankee liar.”
NATO hissed, ”Prove it.” 
In Part Two: Cruising with proof; deep-fried Turkey; the Straits of Bosporus
Rand Clifford’s novel, TIMING, published in 2005 by StarChief Press, is a romping and prescient roadmap for the journey all the way from the original “Manifest Destiny”…to Paris, Friday the thirteenth, 2015.