Like a lazy script writer, Fareed relies on Putin’s association with the Soviet Union’s version of the CIA to define him as a threat to the world — overlooking the fact that Poppy Bush, still a gentlemanly icon, headed the shop in Langley. (Quoting Hillary, “He’s a former KGB office, so by definition he can’t have a soul!”) While admitting that his approval rating hovers consistently in the eighties, Zakaria reduces the Russian president to a mafia don who has his enemies bumped off, either with exotic poisons or bullets (while America, always in the forefront of progress, does it with drones…).