This is my blog. I blog here. Not too regularly, but whenever I feel like it. So read it if you find it.
I write about my experiences, through my life, my eyes, my heart. Like it or leave it.
|Posted on June 19, 2020 at 4:15 PM|
To say that I am depressed on the eve of my always important birthday is not to say anything at all. The country that I love, the one I chose for my home, the one that accepted and loved me back, is in dire danger. With the cultural revolution, insurrection, widespread political and judicial corruption, with demoralized population that is being oppressed by people who ironically call themselves 'liberal' and 'progressive', who preach down to average American citizens that they fight for 'soci...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 17, 2020 at 4:15 PM|
Some cultures create, others destroy. It is far more lasting to build a structure than to ruin it by rabble. Some world structures are recognizable at once even if the current civilized world has never laid eyes on them in their glory days. Vandals have traditionally been associated with lower levels of human intelligence and progression. Nothing symbolizes world slavery better than the Colosseum of Rome. Slavery that ended long ago before any of our traceable ancestors were born. World slave...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 14, 2020 at 4:55 PM|
Americans need to know this. The closest group to American Negro slaves were Russian serfs, who were emancipated in 1861, just as US Civil War began...
USA Slaves 1860 census = 3,953,762 slaves
Russian Serfs/Slaves 1861=23,100,000 private serfs
and additional 23,000,000 were state owned serfs who also could be sold/deeded with the land, just as those ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 26, 2020 at 4:45 PM|
Resist Removal of GOD.
When God is present in people’s minds, hearts and homes, people have a completely different set of morality, family values, and other classic measures of “normality”. When God is removed, a void is formed in people’s minds, hearts and homes that is easily invaded by the corrupt propag...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 25, 2020 at 4:40 PM|
Resist Socialist Slogans like “We’ll give you FREE stuff.”
From alluring prepayments of ultimate free healthcare to free education, you, the people, have never received and will never receive anything free. These slogans are a long-term Ponzi scheme aimed at du...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 24, 2020 at 4:25 PM|
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Resist Media and Press.
Journalism is dead. We’ve all witnessed its disgraceful demise. With several notable exceptions, it has now firmly established itself as a corrupt corps of propaganda pushers akin to all socialist regimes everywhere at all times. Media and press members are now habitually lecturing general viewing, listening and readin...
|Posted on June 15, 2018 at 2:50 PM|
Morning of May 6, 2018 in Fukuoka prefecture, Japan
Fukuoka is a prefecture with capital city, Fukuoka city. It was formed from a castle town and Edo-period fortress ruins can still be seen among Maizuru Park’s cherry blossoms. Hakata is another city in Fukuoka, which my husband and I were lucky to visit.
|Posted on October 27, 2017 at 5:00 PM|
There are no reasons to not know the proper forms of greeting and address of people one already knows or may meet, yet there is too much confusion by old and young, alike.
The young will “hey” you verbally, in social media and even in written correspondence, such as business emails and letters.
The old may have even learned to “hey” from the four well-dressed Brits in the sixties. After all, when Sir Paul sings “Hey Jude,” he doesn’t earn ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on October 10, 2017 at 9:10 PM|
When I first conceived the move to America, I knew so very little about it.
The 1970’s. Long gasoline lines, anti-police protests, protests by the blacks against exploitation by whites were pretty much the USSR nightly TV newsfare.
At school it was the petitions to free Angela Davis: at home – the bass of Paul Robson came from the radio. There was a cute ch...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 27, 2017 at 11:55 AM|
My very first English lesson happened when I was about five in my Soviet Union pre-school.
Here’s what we were taught to sing:
Good morning, good morning, good morning to you.
Good morning, good morning, we are glad to see you.
I was obsessed with the sound of foreign words, which seemed to just roll off my tongue in a mysterious way.
It was the day when, I believe, I understood the blessing human beings have in understanding ...Read Full Post »