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Russians

This is not about Putin but how Russians seem to massively support this complex-ridden little guy, and shows how far they’ve come: not very far, not yet!

I have met and observed a good number of Russian individuals and I still have to find one who’s truly free, smiling, generous, leaning back relaxed, self-confident. Everything about him tending to be defensive, neck sunk well into shoulders accompanied by some docile wife, respectful only of confrontation, expecting it, and when it doesn’t seem to be forthcoming, dishing it out himself: a big, sulking child.

For it is the only way he knows how to express himself, lacking any level of personal sophistication and growth. And therefore both continually suspicious and deeply unsure with the primitive way forward to block, aggress, and intimidate in the way that the State did to him for a millennium, all the while trying to suppress that irrational, contemporary fear in him.

Slavs still truly slaves to their past and their moral evolution still a century behind the free world despite the latter’s one-out-of-twenty dreadful anomaly of German Nazism, and despite their more recent, relative political and material progress.

For nobody has it in for them, they’re not under threat; they’ve been welcomed everywhere except there where they themselves abused for decades on end, with all the savagery available to them: those small, fearful nations begging to be protected by NATO, not the case of the USA ‘aggressing’ and ‘encircling’ a Russia typically paranoid.

I mean, we all understand an oppressive ruling entity constantly invoking the outside threat, as it helps keeping it in power. But this is not the 18th century, people ignorant, ensnared and scared. This is the 21st Century, millions of Russians travelling all over, having Internet access, foreign TV, above everything able to compare. Why on earth would they believe this crap? Are they this ignorant, still? And as a consequence Russian ‘diplomacy’ still gun-boat, tank and bomber oriented, mainly for domestic ‘pride’!?

Hence also my dictum that Nations and people continually needing to project supposed strength and superiority, in fact suffer from an adolescent sense of inferiority and dangerous not for what is in their hands, but for what is in their head.

And that before a Nation or a people can be truly free, individual independence must have taken place.

Which is not the case with the average Russian I know, still hanging on to Madre Patria ‘s embrace and suffering from a type of nostalgia reflecting the constant necessity for heroes far larger than himself.

In addition a Nation’s revolution or first break with the past, however significant, generally gets followed by and is subjected to a much shorter period of retrograde action before settling into a more permanent mode of free existence, the one step forward and two backwards syndrome, as seen with the time-scaled disappearance of old style dictatorships in places like Chili, Mexico, Tunisia, and now, still in the middle of it, Putin’s Russia.

And there’s nothing we can do, except try and contain the damage and hope the Russian people themselves will come around and display their personal independence and self-confidence.

The only question: which generation will step up to the plate believing in itself, rather than in some little guy, the Military and the Kremlin and the brooding yarns they spin? Filling their huge, insatiable pockets in the process!

 

 

 

 

 

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Monty Python Redux

 

Whereupon these Taliban, Al Qaeda and Isis fun guys were having a party

and spontaneously sang and whistled:

 

 

Things will turn out for the best

Always look on the bright side of…. death

 

 

(Whistle)

 

 

Yes, always look on the bright side of…. death

 

 

Tedumm

Tedumm

Tedumm

 

 

And their audience just died!

 

ISIS = EBOLA

 

Speaks for itself

 

Lose Badly And Ye Shall Win!

 

The Palestinians complain that unless they attack, nothing happens for years,

nobody paying attention to them, and a sort of condescending and highly patronising,

Israeli occupying de facto colonialism sets in, for maybe 50 years or more.

 

 

And they are right. This seems to suit among others the Likud party, just fine.

 

 

So the Palestinians will attack and attack, even though they haven’t a hope in hell to

defeat an Israel screaming bloody murder, and never failing to grossly over-react.

To wit, 2000 Gaza civilian deaths and total obliteration of its structures over what

started as the idiotic, cruel murder of 3 of its teenagers by rogue Palestinian nationalists.

The added rockets also seem to do little, except to help Israel cry wolf.

 

All of which is provoking worldwide condemnation of Israel, and may lead to painful

 isolation, and, believe it or not ultimately drive it towards a meaningful, not cosmetic,

peace effort leading to a free Palestinian State.

 

So don’t expect today’s fires to dwindle any time soon. And let’s see who the really smart ones are.

Knock, Knock, Who’s There?

When Hitler was woken up in Berlin the middle of the night

of June 6th, 1944, to be informed of the Allied D-Day invasion

of Normandy, he said Good, that brings the enemy closer, a

stupid answer by a stupid, stupid man, an answer of Saddam Hussein

proportion, still unaware apparently that who was the enemy…

but him!?

 

 

La Preuve: 10 months later he was dead….

 

 

Black Sea

Russians are crude operators, with a firm 19th century mind-set in everything, and going about it in their predictable way. Ukrainians aren’t much better though and their claim on Crimea is just as tenuous. Still, revising Ukraine’s borders and, given its ethnic make-up, turning the Crimea into a semi-independent type of crown colony whose existence is guaranteed by both regional masters, would be the best compromise.

 

For peace, for business, for native Tatars, for the Russian fleet, for saving everyone’s face and the Ukraine suddenly having less of a domestic problem eventually joining the EU.

 

I think Ukraine should cede first, pacifying big, ugly brother, and guaranteeing its own and their cherished EU’s natural gas supply at decent rates.

 

 

So that despite the uncertainties in Kiev, it’s where the solution lies or what’ll be?

 

Astute pragmatism or self-defeating pride?

 

 

Soldier’s Ire

In Africa, civil or otherwise, war is defined as the sad situation whereby people who don’t know each other at all, will kill each other on behalf of those who know each other well!

 

And can you imagine a cruel, crazy French president giving orders to bomb large parts of Paris to destroy the ‘enemy’, simply because he is no longer tolerated? Too insane to contemplate, isn’t it? Yet that is what is happening in Damascus and Aleppo, because pilots in Syria don’t think twice before stepping into their cockpits and bomb their own brothers, sisters and their lovely kids to death. Then fly back to pick up a medal or two, have tea and eat their falafel before picking up their own child from kindergarten, with a smile.

 

“Daddy’s back, little Ahmed! Did you have fun today?”

 

It is a known dictum that pilots, like soldiers, are paid not to think. It was so in Japan and in Germany not long ago. It still is so in Syria, where primitives bomb their own with glee it seems and upon demand. But no longer in Ukraine where his personal guards abandoned a morally corrupt president, and the army and police made it known they would ignore his demands if asked to slaughter innocents to keep him on top.

 

So then let there be this warning to hungry autocrats and blinkered generals: think twice and abandon force as a political tool, be inclusive whatever the conflict is and deal with it effectively and peacefully, for in ever larger parts of the world the days of the non-thinking soldier is over, one who no longer shoots when you say so, whether you like it or not and indirectly, by not shooting becoming the real ruler of the realm.  

 

The Great Kalashnikov

Rampant life, kills life. The food chain cleans up and controls the numbers.

Humans escaped the food chain by the evolution of their wits and have only viruses, and related or unrelated diseases to deal with.

Plus car, train and plane accidents, and the Assad and Himmler method of population control, of course.

Kafka Is Dorothy

Kafka’s is the art of comic exasperation deploying absurd even paranoid pseudo logic, labyrinthine insurance company and regulatory double-thought and dead-end speak, at one point probably convincing Derrida and the rest of deconstructionists, to become plumbers.

 

Of course, calling officials, their projects and indirectly the Government itself the Arrangement, says a lot about Kafka’s own state of mind. (Personally, I think the Deranged is more like it!), but he still created world literature out of the texts that as an insurance lawyer and later a Workman’s Compensation Board verifier, engulfed him. He imitated the structures of treacherously simplistic but circular language so prevalent in his daily work. Additionally, the endless incompetence and deliberate deception on the part of both the authorities and the public constantly placed him smack in the middle of one contention or another. This triggered his Walter Mitty-like imagination out of self-defence, his day-dreaming both escape and a distancing from recurrent nightmares, off-setting them and other health problems while preserving his sanity.

 

The crows maintain that a single crow could destroy heaven. This is beyond a doubt, but doesn’t prove anything against heaven, since heaven means, precisely, the impossibility of crows!’ is a famous example of a statement of breath-taking incongruity. It only makes one laugh, and even saying the absence of crows wouldn’t make it much clearer, only a dyslexic atheist perhaps debating the impossibility… of dogs instead of gods, but in the case at hand there could merely be a problem of translation. Anyway, the whole thing a bit like saying a statement by a person doesn’t make sense, because the man is mute. Also a non sequitur, what?

 

Yes, Kafka was a great tragicomic figure, one for whom in the end even a fire hydrant represented some sort of totalitarian threat. His humour all part of that self-defence, as was exaggeration. For I visited the castle in Prague; it’s an innocent enough structure, housing contemporary government offices, but as it’s located on a hill overlooking the Moldau, in his dreamy eyes exercising an authority far beyond its real scope. Yes, the Prague Castle is as innocent as one on a medieval Spanish hill top, in particular those high coastal fortifications and watch towers in Andalusia, constructed to keep exactly who (?) out, as the invaders were and had been… the Moors themselves!? Part of a paranoiac ‘arrangement’, in other words, the Moors ultimately getting defeated in the interior of the Iberian peninsula, as was to be expected, and by the Christian Kings, not by wily Barbary Coast pirates or some other imaginary naval force. So that these castles were not what they were cracked up to be, more part of someone’s fantasy, as in the case of Kafka.

 

Shades of combatting windmills then, and Don Quijote. Taken in mostly by the symbolism of the Prague Castle, Kafka did set out to unmask that menacing old fool behind the curtain, much like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, at the end of the day both lodging victory. For Kafka is not only Don Quijote, Kafka is Dorothy, but a much better writer than she!

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Of Moustaches

It was always a mystery to me where Hitler got all the money to arm himself to the teeth. At this point he hadn’t invaded anybody, or got cheap slave labour from the countries that he would later attack. The Weimar Republic was on its arse, inflation running at 100 000%, the entire outside world sunk into a deep depression, and the reason our boy got elected to Reich’s Chancellor in the first place: yes he was democratically elected by a desperate and defeated people.

 

Germany doesn’t have much in the way of natural resources, so where did he get the inital materials and loot to pull Germany out of its rut with public works and feverish arms production? How did he pay? Who gave him credit? You tell me!

 

But then I read this, as a follow up, written by P.G.Wodehouse, while in Berlin, where he had been kept in detention:

 

The situation in Germany had come up for discussion, and it was generally agreed that Hitler was standing at the crossroads and would soon be compelled to do something definite. His present policy, said a Whisky and Splash, was mere shilly-shallying. “He’ll have to let it grow or shave it off. He can’t go on sitting on the fence like this. Either a man has a moustache, or he has not. There can be no middle course.”

 

And then it hit me. I had stumbled upon a magnificent metaphor for his later foreign policy, somehow beefing up his armed forces with absolutely nothing for them do or to look forward to, plus sporting a horrendous debt: He had to do something or the whole damn thing would have collapsed like a Ponzi scheme. Refusing to ‘Shave them off’, he chose to attack. And attack. And attack.

 

And the rest is bloody history!

 

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