Vladimir “Vladdie, Vlad the Lad, Rootin’ Tootin’” Putin is running for reelection as Russian president for life and is taking a page out of the playbook of BFF President Donald Trump (“Donnie Trumpet”) – deny, deny, deny and throw your enemies under the bus.

America is awash in “spy hysteria,” there was no collusion or attempt to throw the American presidential election, Donnie’s wonderful, look how the stock market is up, we call each other by our first names, we still hope to work together – blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Jeez. Get a room already. This is getting weird, even for me, and I write homoerotic novels.

All kidding aside, recent revelations about Vladdie are no joking matter. PBS is rerunning the “Frontline” two-part documentary “Putin’s Revenge,” a chilling chronicle of the how the former KGB officer – unwittingly tapped by former Russian President Boris Yeltsin to complete democratic reforms in Russia – instead consolidated power to seek revenge on America for eclipsing his homeland on the way to becoming the sole superpower at the end of the Cold War. Among the talking heads is Julia Ioffe, author of The Atlantic’s current cover story, “What Putin Really Wants.” Far from being a manipulative genius, she says and writes, he’s a lucky, albeit lethal, scrapper trying to keep a dysfunctional country in play on the world stage.

Meanwhile, the “Frontline” doc portrays a visual, visceral man obsessed with his manly image, TV, perceived slights and settling scores.

Gee, sound like anyone we know? No wonder they’re so in love with each other.