Now, when the name of Vladimir Putin has appeared on this here blog, it's usually as an almost comical gangster; as a violent, glowering, dictatorial, ludicrous, tiger-shooting, chest-baring mafioso; a blood-splattered, dead-eyed criminal; as democracy Kryptonite.
And you know, it's not like this is exactly a controversial opinion. Crack open a random newspaper or fire up a TV and you'll discover that it's almost universally held by the British public, political class and press. If I note that Putin is not a nice man, and that he's fond of jailing or killing his enemies, it may help to illustrate a point but it isn't exactly what you'd call Breaking News.
Similarly, when Putin cracks down on the media or flattens Grozny or steamrollers the Georgians out of South Ossetia, the British do not stand up en masse to praise his democratic bona fides or to ponder the depths of his humanitarianism. When he launches discrimination drives against gay people, academics and hacks and politicians and so on do not generally pen bajillion-word diatribes upon his altruistic yearning for peace and justice and screech about the infamy of his detractors.
What you definitely do see at times like this though, is plenty of is folk issuing shouts of Why are the supposedly anti-war left silent when Putin blah blah blah and Where are the protests outside the Russian embassy? and so forth.
The most hilarious suggestion here, of course, is that there's any such creature as an anti-war faction in the UK, beyond the usual tiny gaggle of politically-irrelevant holdouts on the outer rim of the yakosphere, but that's a point for another day.
So let me just say that if prompted, I'll gladly reissue the previous list of complaints about the Russian government, but you know, what's the point? The only people in the UK who aren't aware of Putin's villainy are those who'd struggle to name the Prime Minister of the nation.
And I don't even bother my arse to protest our own wars any more, let alone those of other nations, because it's been amply demonstrated that there's no point whatsoever in doing so. Our own government is utterly indifferent to our opinions on its adventures, and attempts to sway them from whatever madcap schemes they have in mind are like firing a water pistol at a sex-crazed bull elephant. Like it or lump it, que sera, sera.
Which leads me to also conclude that a thousand furious flag-wavers outside the Russian embassy are unlikely to dissuade the Kremlin, innit.
The basic complaint under these Wilt Thou Not Condemne chuckles is this - why do you criticise our own government's bone-crushing inanities more often than the worse enormities of others?
And there's a long list of perfectly valid and logical responses about holding your own rulers to account and so on, but when it comes down to it, what impels me towards Blogger and Twitter is the daily avalanche of blazing horseshit about humanitarianism and our duty towards the suffering peoples and all of that utter drivel that masks the singular impulse: Bombs away.
I don't fantasise that Vladimir Putin is a more reasonable man than our rulers. I don't imagine that he adheres to the law, or that he holds higher principles, or expect him to adhere to lesser standards of behaviour.
I'm saying that when the bombers take to the air, there is no law; there are no principles; there are no standards of behaviour. There's only pragmatism, cynicism and cant, and that almost every time you hear the word humanitarianism, it's a mere euphemism for whatever we wanted to do in the first place.