Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Truth about Syria - A Letter from Someone Born There

This is a letter from a lady who was born in Aleppo, Syria. She plans to write her memoirs soon. She wishes to remain anonymous for now.

"I was born in Aleppo and was there in 2010.  The economy was better than it was here (after 2 years of Obama), people were happy, the place was hopping with tourists, couldn’t get into the shops in the souks as they were packed.  When I went to restaurants the owners would come and sit with me to say that President and Asma Assad had dined at that table (pointing to a nearby table) 2 weeks ago/last month/ a few days ago. The story was always the same, they walked in without secret service, sat in the main dining room, refusing a private room, they got up and talked to other diners.  Tourists were thrilled because Asma came up to them while they were visiting some of the ruins and welcomed them to her country.  Contrary to what Obama and the main stream media tell us, he was popularly elected and he is a popular president.  
 
He never did gas his people, nor did he bomb his people nor did he destroy irreplaceable historic sites.  ISIS burned the Aleppo Souks and said Assad did it and that’s what the media reported.  They burned and destroyed libraries full of original manuscripts dating back over millennia and blamed Assad for it.  ISIS gassed children and blamed Assad for it.  Even though the UN found no evidence of Assad’s involvement, the media continues to misreport that story.  These were all lies and even though they have been debunked, the media keeps repeating it. Americans keep believing it.   
 
Assad would not allow the U.S. and Qatar to build a pipeline through his country.  He would not roll over for them and stood strong FOR his country.  He put Syria first, just like Trump is putting America first.  With the whole world against him, he stood firm and refused to abandon his constituents.  The only people who assisted him were Iran and Russia and of course that was cause for the U.S. to have a fit of the vapors and further demonize him.  

By the way, Obama and Hillary funded the “moderate rebels” (a.k.a. ISIS and other terrorists groups, mostly illegal aliens and NOT Syrians) with the intention of realizing their goal of regime change.  Think about it, if the Syrians wanted Assad gone, he would have been gone a long time ago.  Syrians have a long history of staging successful coups.

If you want to understand the war in Syria, I highly recommend you watch this video. We have to tell the truth.  We deserve it."  


I wrote to this friend. I was not surprised by what I read. I have been suspicious for a very long time on the treatment of Assad. No Sharia there because both Assad and his wife are well educated.
I received this response:

"Assad has protected minorities and continues to do so.  My brother died last January.  He was my last relative in Syria.  He refused to leave.  I used to talk to him and get stories of what was going on.  My connections now are through my sister who remains in touch with people there. There are so many stories that the MSM would never tell you.  Here is one of them.  There are a lot of Christian churches and cathedrals of all denominations in Aleppo. One of the cathedrals is within walking distance of the hotel.  At the beginning of the war, the terrorists started vandalizing churches.  At Christmas (2011/12) Assad sent his army to Aleppo, to clear the thugs out of the cathedral and they stood guard outside so the Christians could attend Mass on Christmas Eve without fear of being attacked or shelled. Wolf Blitzer called Assad a butcher. There are so many similar stories."

Monday, January 30, 2017

Snow


There is a certain beauty and peacefulness coming from a freshly-fallen blanket of snow. Nature is quiet, the silence is almost deafening. All senses are alive. The air is fresh and crisp. Three Canada geese just flew over, not sure where they can hide from this cold. My eyes are squinting to deflect the snowy-white glare. The sun is hiding behind a thick blanket of grey, but there is an iridescence of yellow escaping here and there through the clouds.

Tree branches are covered in powdery snow, giants reaching their arms to the sky. Deer tracks are leading around the house - their nightly incursions into my flower garden. There are some azaleas left with green leaves; judging by the tracks left in the snow, the deer were brazen enough to come close to my front windows, looking for something to munch on.

The bird bath is frozen with a thick coat of ice. A red cardinal, like a fresh splotch of blood, rests on the metal ledge, painting the pristine whiteness. One solitaire evergreen tree breaks the whiteness. I step onto the snow and am surprised that there is a crunching layer of ice underneath. I want to walk to the forest to take a few pictures. There is so much amazing beauty surrounding me in the dormant landscape! God’s palette is rich with hues of white, brown, dark green, grey, yellow, and blue.

I walk through the semi-frozen ground with care. I am not sure what hides beneath my feet. I leave behind icy tracks. It will be easy to follow my way back. The water’s edge is frozen and cracked underneath in a spidery pattern of blue and white. The water current seems to be running swiftly through the middle. It has not been hard cold enough during the night to freeze everything.  But there is no sign of wildlife floating or feeding anywhere near the shore. Where did they seek shelter?

 

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Trump's Wall

President Trump proposed a 20 percent tariff on imports from Mexico in order to pay for the wall he plans to build on the southern border. It is assumed that the 20 percent tariff is a negotiating starting point. A tariff is a tax on imports which will make a product more expensive and favor domestically produced goods over imports, while raising revenue for the government of our country.
Tariffs were a major government revenue source during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries but today we are a low tariff country, with a few exceptions. Other countries protect their domestic industries by charging heavy tariffs and some as much as 100 percent.

A tariff helps those companies and countries that can supply goods most cheaply, presumably because they are more efficient, but some governments provide their companies with export subsidies in order to allow them to reduce the selling price of their goods on foreign markets.

Dan Lombard argued that “a 3% transit tax over three years would pay for a wall.” Infuriated by the economically illiterate commentators who claim that the tariff would be passed on entirely to the consumer, Lombard said that a $700 washing machine crosses the border with a price tag of $400, but time transit charges, warehousing expenses, sales commissions, overhead markup, and profit are added onto the $400 price, pricing the washer at $700 but the tariff is applied onto the $400 price tag. Customers will pay a certain amount more for that brand produced in Mexico but the company that makes the washing machine “will absorb the cost as the price of doing business.”


According to government trade data, Mexico exported $295 billion worth of goods to the U.S. in 2015: autos (74 billion), electrical machinery (63 billion), machinery (49 billion), agricultural products (21 billion), fuels (14 billion), plastics (17 billion), optical and medical instruments (12 billion).  In the agricultural products category Mexico exported to the U.S. corn, soybeans, dairy products, pork and pork products, beef and beef products.  https://ustr.gov/countries-regions/americas/mexico

On January 27, 2017, President Trump tweeted that “Mexico has taken advantage of the U.S. for long enough. Massive trade deficits and little help on the very weak border must change, NOW!”

A trade deficit with Mexico is the excess of our imports over exports. U.S. goods trade deficit with Mexico was $58 billion in 2015 and U.S. services trade surplus with Mexico in 2015 was $9.2 billion. Mexico was the third largest supplier of goods to the U.S. in 2014 and supplied services in transportation, travel, and intellectual property (software). https://ustr.gov/countries-regions/americas/mexico

U.S. foreign investment in Mexico totaled $107.8 billion in 2014 by nonbank holding companies, manufacturing, and finance/insurance.

Texas Congressman Louis Gohmert told Fox News that billions of dollars had been appropriated for a virtual wall on the southern border during the Bush administration but Janet Napolitano disregarded Congress and “we let her get away with disobeying the law.”  http://investmentwatchblog.com/funds-already-appropriated-for-wall-its-going-to-happen/

According to the Daily Caller, “The transition team is planning big spending negotiations with Congress, which will include money for the wall.” President Trump “plans to make Mexico pay for the wall directly or indirectly by increasing fees on visas and border crossing cards, enforcing trade tariffs and taxing money transfers abroad.” The pre-cast concrete wall will be 35-50 feet tall, costing an estimated $8-$12 billion. Of the 2,000 mile border with Mexico, 650 miles are already fenced and illegals have no problem climbing the existing barrier. http://dailycaller.com/2016/11/10/trumps-plan-for-the-wall-on-the-mexican-border-materializes/

It is obvious to any traveler that Mexico must repair their own country and must stop using the United States as their social security blanket at the expense of American taxpayers. Drug cartels operate across the border back and forth unimpeded, and illegals send home billions of dollars of untaxed money to Mexico.

As many have suggested, a tax should be levied on money wired to Mexico via Western Union, Money Gram, etc. On the average, money wires are only charged a service fee of $10.99 to transfer a few hundred dollars.

Most illegals, who do work hard and long hours, request to be paid in cash which means that they evade paying state and federal income taxes, Social Security taxes, etc.  At the same time, they benefit from our free medical care and other forms of welfare. As they consume goods and services in this country, they do pay sales taxes.

Some Illegals pay tax via ITIN (Individual Taxpayer Identification Number) also known as W7. The earned income tax credit they receive based on reported income on W7 is far greater than the actual state and federal taxes they pay. Some even claim children who are not even theirs or do not reside in the United States. Tax refunds amount to $4.2 billion according to a 2011 audit by the Treasury Inspector General for Tax Administration. http://www.forbes.com/sites/robertwood/2015/08/20/trump-bashes-4-billion-in-irs-refunds-to-illegals/#4945c4de7025

Let’s assume that the 11 million illegal aliens that apparently have not grown in numbers in 20 years since the MSM has championed their cause, send home south of the border $1,000 per month, a sum total of one billion untaxed income earned while illegally in the U.S., a cool $12 billion a year. Some may send less, some may send more. To save money, several illegals rent one apartment and use one common van as transportation. The money sent to Mexico support their families left behind for years and helps them save for building a nice home.

Michael Savage made the argument on his radio show that you cannot and should not deport law-abiding illegals (although when they cross the border of another country illegally, technically they are not law-abiding), that only criminal illegal aliens should be deported. Quoting data from the Government Accountability Office, 25 percent of the prison population is made up of illegal aliens and “criminal illegal aliens are arrested on the average 7 times.” https://www.numbersusa.org/pages/incarcerated-illegal-aliens-0

One of the reasons Savage cited for not deporting “law-abiding” illegals was that many work diligently and very hard in construction and in restaurants. “Who is going to wash the dishes,” he asked rhetorically. “And who is going to pick the crops? You?” This argument is weak as humans no longer need to pick crops, there are machines that can pick any kind of crop – back-breaking manual labor is no longer necessary. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6VKBb9MmJc

The assumption is also made that millions of low-skilled Americans who are unemployed are either too educated for the job, lazy, or are unwilling to work in the restaurant business or construction industry.

But, for every illegal alien who is gainfully employed, if they are not here alone, he has a wife and children at home who are dependent on Medicaid and some or all of the thirteen U.S. Welfare Programs, costing American taxpayers plenty. And anchor babies make their parents eligible to stay in the U.S. and eventually the extended family.


-          Negative income Tax (Earned Income Tax Credit or EITC, and the Child Tax Credit)

-          SNAP (food program, formerly food stamps, but is now a debit card which is often abused)

-          Housing assistance

-          SSI (cash to low-income individuals)

-          Pell Grants (up to $5,500 in grants to students from low-income households)

-          TANF (cash for individuals moving from welfare to work)

-          Child nutrition

-          Head Start (pre-school program to low-income families)

-          Job training programs

-          WIC (healthy food to pregnant women and children up to five years of age)

-          Child care (block grants to states and private agencies who administer child care programs to low-income families)

-          LIHEAP (Low Income Home Energy Assistance Program for heating and cooling)

-          Lifeline (Obama Phone) – discounted phone service to low-income individuals.

Savage argued that Americans must tread lightly in withdrawing these benefits to Mexicans as it would destabilize their economy and would create a vacuum of financial support of the population, leaving it open perhaps to a country like China to become the Big Brother provider which might not be in the best interest of the United States.

Even though Democrats and their leftist cohorts are lobbying against the southern border wall, and shrieking that it cannot be built, that it is inhumane, that it is being escalated anyway, that it would take a long time to build, and states like Texas, California, and New Mexico are rightfully Mexico’s anyway, they build tall security armed fences around their mansions and properties. The wall worked for China and it works for Israel. A former Mexican president even went as far as saying that Mexico is wherever there are Mexicans. However, if anyone crosses their borders illegally, they go straight to jail.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The Rioting for Pay Work Ethic

Typical "volunteers"
As a teenager, I could not work summer jobs for minimum wage in order to learn a work ethic. For starters, the communist labor system did not allow for remunerated child employment of any sort, at any age. It was not that hard work was for tractors like American smart-alecky youth say nowadays. There were no teenage jobs to be had. But we learned plenty about work ethic when we helped our families survive and maintain a meager place to live.

When school children were required to work in the fall, right before harvest time, in early spring to plant crops or throughout the year to clean and beautify the city, it was “volunteer work.” Nobody in their right mind volunteered their children to toil in the fields 8-10 hour days with no water and food. We were obligated, forced, and driven by large buses from school to the corn, onion, and potato fields to pick the crops or to the nearby vineyards to pick grapes.

The towns were clean and nobody sprayed graffiti on walls, bridges, or government buildings. Paint was expensive and did not come in convenient cans. The immediate punishment would have been harsh for such an offense. Law and order were maintained with an iron fist; the masses and their children were kept under compliant control. People were on full alert and looked around them very weary when they walked in the streets.

We did learn work ethic watching our parents struggle in poverty to pay the bills, watching the elite live well and steal the wealth of the people. We were lied to with a straight face that we owned the means of production but we were not allowed to gain anything extra, the economic police watched us with an eagle eye and an army of neighborhood paid informers. We learned quickly from adults in our family that workers “pretended to work and those in power pretended to pay them.”

It was important, my parents told me, to study hard, get excellent grades, and pass the rigorous entrance exams to college in order to become like those apparatchiks who carried around briefcases, did so little physically strenuous work, and were chauffeured while we sardined ourselves on smelly buses or trudged through mud and snow.

What adults failed to tell us was that most of those carrying around fancy leather briefcases never finished primary school. They had the gift of gab and community organizing, the gift of frightening others into submission to their will through dishonest activism that misinformed and deluded the masses into the wonders of utopian communism. This non-existent perfect society was supposed to have economic justice, gender justice, equality, and other pie in the sky promises. But only those in power actually lived the good life.

People were too blind to understand that such a utopian society cannot exist because humans are not so altruistic; they are often lazy and self-serving.

We understood on a basic level that, economically, there was no such thing as a free meal; somebody had to pay for it. And generation after generation were raised to believe that schooling set one free from the drudgery of manual labor.

People got degrees that were often education for self-satisfaction, knowing that employment might be somewhere far away in a village that time forgot. A college degree did not necessarily offer higher pay because everyone was paid the same low wages regardless of education. Nobody was allowed to get ahead legally except for the elites and their families who stole left and right without any repercussions.

The proletariat’s work ethic turned to stealing from the place of employment in order to survive. If they “acquired” extras, they traded with others who also stole from work. It was petty stealing, not the mass scale stealing like the elites engaged in.

It was not campaign donations and wise “investment” like American career politicians engage in – they go into office relatively poor and come out wealthy beyond belief. Our communist elites were people like us, with much less education, who stole with charming and mesmerizing voices that lied with finesse; then, once in power, robbed us at the point of non-stop nauseating rhetoric and goons with guns.

American youth’s summer jobs are almost obsolete now and the traditional work ethic lacks to say the least.  Teenagers, experiencing consistently high unemployment rates in decades, have been replaced by illegal aliens and, in the case of adults making a “professional career” out of minimum wage jobs meant to be stepping stones for something better, and demanding a living wage, their jobs are replaced by self-serve computer terminals.

The American work ethic was legendary. People worked long hours because they knew the opportunity for advancement and prosperity was looming on the horizon. But today labor participation rates are the lowest since the Great Depression. Americans seem content to be wards of the state, on the generational welfare rolls and handicapped rolls of Social Security.

Social Security has become an entitlement for those who have never paid into it but the government told them that it is their right to claim. Stealing from others? No problem! Why work when the government is so generous? And they are not just generous to American citizens; they are generous to illegal aliens as soon as they cross the border or deplane.

Work ethic or lack thereof is championed early by parents who expect their progeny to get participation trophies and straight As whether they’ve earned them or not. Some teachers also destroy any chance that students would learn to appreciate and be proud of hard work by promoting them from grade to grade even though some of them are barely literate. If they do fail students for lack of effort and work ethic, society and parents in general come down hard on teachers for being such racists and bigots. Accusations of racism and bigotry have become weapons of mass compliance.

The malcontents of recent generations have found work in a very lucrative field, rioting for pay. And it pays quite well. The latest rioters, during the Presidential Inauguration in D.C. were paid to break windows, beat people up, scream, burn cars, overturn whatever stood in their way, and generally destroy private property they did not help create. Under the Obama’s race-baiting administration, the job of protester/rioter paid well.

Why not destroy property and block roads, preventing honest Americans from getting to work, ambulances from carrying sick people to the hospital, children from going to school? Why stay home in mom and dad’s basement when you can become king and queen of the street, hiding behind black clothes and face masks, armed with crow bars and bats? How hard can that be? It only takes the mentality of a cowardly human being without a compass, a conscience, a goal, pride, and without a healthy and productive work ethic. It is easy to destroy but so much harder to create and build.

Luckily, there are productive Americans who have a healthy work ethic. Many still volunteer. Nobody forces them to volunteer; as faithful Christians, it is their own desire to give back to the society that gave them so much opportunity for success and a good life.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

J.S. Letter to Me

From my friend J.S. who wishes to remain anonymous:

"On the way to Maryland last week I found myself in a conversation with a woman at breakfast. She told me she was a poet and her female friend was a novelist.

She wanted to ask me if I knew about the woman's march and if I was going there. I played dumb, but I really didn't know much about it. I asked "what women's march?" She said tens of thousands of women were marching in DC on Sat. I asked, "whatever for?" She said, "to protest Trump's inauguration." I said, "that sounds silly." She said, "he is a misogynist and racist." I asked what "misogynist" means, which I really did not exactly know. She spouted out some definition that he hates women. I told her I have not seen that. She said it was because of what he said during the campaign against women. I asked if they were protesting Bill Clinton, too. She said, "no."

She said something about women having the right to have a voice. I asked her if babies in the womb have a voice when they are being dismembered and taken apart piece by piece during abortions, and  during partial birth abortions if babies have a voice when a scissor is stabbed into the head and the brains are sucked out to collapse the babies head. She seemed to start shaking and she and her friend did not immediately answer, but then went back to the same baloney.

I told her that when a mother is influenced to kill her own children in the womb where they are supposed to be protected and safe that it creates a culture of hostility. They argued that what I said about abortion was just my opinion and that they did not agree with me that it creates hostility in culture, though agreed that hostility is increasing.

I said it was best to stop the conversation as they went on and on with incomprehensible verbiage; that I needed to eat and leave. When I was leaving the poet lady came up to me and said she was sorry because "there is so much divisiveness" and she does not want to be part of that. I told her there was no need to apologize, that she had a right to speak her opinion and I had the right to tell her facts.

I asked her to consider that Jesus Christ, King and Creator of the Universe, came from His throne in heaven to earth as a baby and when grown He, God, is the one who elevated a woman's status in society; if one considers the command for a husband to love his wife as Christ loved the Church and gave himself up for her, that Christ in that sense elevated women to be more important than men, while honoring both men and women equally.

I then asked her to consider next time she writes poetry to write from the mind of the baby in the womb as it is being attacked to be killed. She said, "maybe I will."

That was the end of that conversation. Strange women. I prefer to be called a "lady". I am not part of this illogical 'sisterhood.'

Note: I concur with J.S. I am a lady and I am in no way part of this strange and embarrassing "sisterhood."

Monday, January 23, 2017

What Are Leftist Women Lacking?

Aside from good morals, proper behavior, appropriate dress, and proper language around their children, what else are these leftist women lacking?  American women have more respect and freedoms than most women in the world.  But these marchers are unhinged, enraged, and deranged because their favorite Maoista lost the election. So they’ve turned our nation’s capital into a bizarre spectacle of hatred and petulant intolerance, verbally attacking the rest of the country who disagrees with them.

Did they march for women who are truly disrespected and treated like animals, beaten, abused, and traded as slaves in Islamic countries today? The answer is no.  The testimony of a woman in a court of law is worth only half of a man’s testimony.  Women are genitally mutilated in childhood and stoned to death for adultery. If they are raped, they can be sentenced to death while the rapist goes free.

According to the Daily Caller, “Linda Sarsour, one of the organizers behind Saturday’s Women March, being held in Washington, D.C., was recently spotted at a large Muslim convention in Chicago posing for pictures with an accused financier for Hamas, the terrorist group.” http://dailycaller.com/2017/01/21/womens-march-organizer-recently-met-ex-hamas-operative-has-family-ties-to-terror-group/

Active on Twitter, Sarsour supports Sharia Law across America.  “If you are still paying interest then Sharia Law hasn’t taken over America.” www.thegatewaypundit.com/2017/01/figrues-organizer-dc-womens-march-linda-sarsour-pro-sharia-law-ties-hamas/

In other countries women cover themselves in huge black tents. They claim, it is their choice to dress this way, but if they don’t, they are beaten, stoned, beheaded, or hanged.  Apparently the libs, who marched through D.C. this Saturday, were more incensed about what President Trump might do to their freedom of choice.  What would they do, should he take the funding away from their favorite abortionist, Planned Parenthood?  After all, it is their right to kill their own babies but don’t you dare infringe on the spotted owl’s habitat.

The founder of Planned Parenthood, Margaret Sanger, the heroine of many in Hollywood, established this organization on October 16, 1916, in order to eliminate what she thought were “inferior races.” She referred to them as “human weeds.” Sanger is the eugenicist that leftist women venerate, the promoter of "More children from the fit, less from the unfit."

The marchers were demanding equal pay, an economic impossibility. Have these irrational marchers ever sat in an economics class? Equality in pay is hindered by many factors having to do with our genetic makeup and our investment in human capital. Are you equally qualified? Do you have equal work experience? Are you equally educated? Are you equally professional? Are you equally dedicated? Are you equally gifted? Are you equally intelligent? Are you equally talented? And who gets to decide?

When it comes to military service and physical ability, no matter how many miles a female jogs every day or how much muscle bulking protein or steroids she takes, women are not physically equal to men.

Leftist women marched through D.C., proclaiming their tree-hugging support for the environment and their belief in man-made climate change, yet they left the streets heavily littered with garbage, to be cleaned up by sanitation workers at taxpayer expense.

One of my former students shared her hubby’s brilliant explanation of the mentality of these women who graduate with a high degree of Marxist indoctrination: “When you send your kids to Caesar every day for education, don’t be surprised when Romans come home.”

A very wise young woman said, “So, I guess because so many women showed ‘solidarity’ and marched, we should never see one injustice ever again. Our rights have been restored! Hooray! So glad those ridiculous vagina hats changed everyone’s minds and hearts about women.”

The pro-abortion women march excluded pro-life groups. One such pro-life organization, Students for Life of America, took the lead in the parade, and jumped in front of some of the protesters.

 A meme recently seen on Facebook pretty much expressed what the rest of the country’s women think:

“I was part of the 30 million women march in November. We marched into voting booths across the country and elected Donald J. Trump as President of the United States of America.”

To answer my own question, these marchers lacked nothing; they were there to attack President Trump. They don’t accept him and are afraid that Roe v. Wade will be overturned during his administration and the funding of Planned Parenthood will be cut. They want the slaughter of innocent babies to continue in order to protect their vicious and ungodly “choice.”

Friday, January 20, 2017

President Trump, Preserve Our American Exceptionalism

Photo credit: NBC
The Trump Mobile made by Finnish couple from Florida
The sun rose today, January 20, 2017, on a cloudy and rainy day but I was dancing of joy inside. I cried and felt as if a heavy burden was lifted off my chest, the crumbling stone of anti-Americanism and communism.

There is a new Sheriff in town and he loves our country. He is glowing, almost giddy with pride and bliss, knowing that he is going to lead our nation and, indirectly the world, on the right path of economic success.

President Trump will begin to put back together the scattered pieces of the fine-tuned watch called America that the previous occupant of the White House had dismantled piece by piece, never knowing how or having any desire to put it back together again. The more mayhem he created, the happier he seemed to be. His legacy will live in infamy. History will not be kind to President Barack Hussein Obama.

I have devoted the last eight years of my life to explain publicly and to write pro bono about the specter and evils of communism that was encroaching our country and the American spirit every day. The fact that this man from Hawaii was able to get away with so much without a whimper from the American people who had been duped into voting twice for the man with the golden and mesmerizing voice, the man who criticized our country non-stop to our friends and enemies alike, to anybody who was willing to listen, spoke volumes about the targeted transformation of the American psyche.

We must now reverse that brainwashing. Whether the hearts and minds of the American people can be put back in their proper place through accurate American education, history and civics, remains to be seen. The globalists, schools, hateful and communist Hollywood, and the socialist main stream media have successfully shaped and created millions of global citizens in the United States, and billions around the world, who behave like selfish Snowflakes and welfare-dependent drones, people without a conscience.

I cried yesterday of joy and relief; a feeling of elation and completion filled my heart and soul. The communist and anti-American fog that had darkened our nation every day for the last eight years has lifted. The hateful and fearmongering fog that brought out the worst elements in our society has lifted. We must now scrub the thick mud and filth from the ranks of our corrupt and putridly-engorged government.

People seemed happier and kinder all around me; there was an air of excitement everywhere. Bikers arrived by the thousands in a thunderous cortege; people were displaying bumper stickers and American flags without fear of retribution, fear of being beaten up or their property destroyed. Bikers were wearing helmets and leather with symbols of patriotism, our flag, our bald eagle, second amendment signs, among a sea of red, white, and blue.

President Trump and Vice President Pence placed a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. They saluted our servicemen correctly, with respect and pride for those who guard the tomb and for those unknown soldiers who gave their lives for this country and for others around the globe.  President Trump will be a respected Commander-in-Chief and a leader of our armed forces that our enemies will fear and revere.

With his beautiful American family in tow, President Trump paid homage to God, country, police, and our military. God is smiling from above that his kingdom of faithful who outnumber the domestic enemies of America will worship again without fear of retribution, ridicule, and shame for their beliefs.

It is a great day in America today!  There is an American Sheriff in Town who loves our country. President Trump will lead us with grace and competence into higher levels of success and will unite again our wounded and divided spirit into one people, the American people, who are not ashamed of who we are, of our history, and who respect our forefathers who gave us our Constitution.

President Donald J. Trump, the 45th president of the United States, will reinstate and preserve our American Exceptionalism and our leading role in the world.

President Donald J. Trump is a man of God who honors who we are, our exceptionalism, our Christianity, and our vital role in leading and making the world a better place for everybody.

President Trump has Congress, a pen, and his Twitter account. Let’s hope and pray that he will use them wisely, for the benefit of all Americans, and that Congress and their lobbyists will not oppose him at every turn.

 

Monday, January 16, 2017

Progressive Justice and the Communist Diet

Wikipedia Commons:  Iosif Berman, Bucuresti covrigi
Under communism we had all types of justice you progressive drones are demanding during your violent riots: gender, environmental, social, reproductive, and food justice, long before the millennial snowflakes started asking for safe spaces, crayons, and animals to pet because they are afraid of reality, and long before the regressive left started inventing new ways and outrageous euphemisms, such as “white privilege,” to claim and steal other people’s money, goods, and services they have not earned.

For starters, we had food justice, one for the proletariat and one for the communist elitist apparatchiks. It was not the kind of food justice you are demanding, free and fresh food from the government.

The proletariat was equally poor, miserable, and hungry. We were on the Ceausescu’s communist diet so we were all equally thin and gaunt. Were we healthier? If you consider that our food was not very nourishing and vitamin supplements were not easy to find, the answer would be no. We did not have the sugar problem the U.S. has because sweets were not available and not largely part of the diet; sugar was not an additive to every food item sold in grocery stores. Sweets were special treats on birthdays and were expensive.

We ate well on Christmas, Easter, birthdays, baptisms, weddings, and funerals. It was customary to prepare a feast for every momentous occasion and to indulge in alcohol, including spilling some on the ground in the memory of the deceased who were no longer there to partake in the revelries.

Women were slender and waif-like as a result of Ceausescu’s diet. Each person could only consume so many calories per day and only 2.5 kg of meat per month. Calling it meat was a stretch, it more resembled a mass of bones covered in some greyish/purplish paste and a few blood stains.

To this day, I am not a fan of vegetables because they were a staple of our diet mostly in summer time, during the growing season – peas, corn, green beans, lettuce, tomatoes, eggplants, okra, potatoes, and green peppers. In wintertime we had potatoes; we were hard-pressed to find canned vegetables and frozen food was unheard of because nobody had freezers. And we seldom ate beef, as cows were more valuable as sources of milk, butter, and cheese.

Canning our own jars was impossible – the commie stores did not sell mason jars with lids that could be sealed. Grandma attempted a crude way of canning in jelly jars by using Grandpa Cristache’s tar, paper, and string sealing system which often cracked the jars.

Wax was used for candles to light up homes when the incompetents in charge of our electricity delivery would shut it off for hours each day either on purpose, to keep us compliant, or because they were running low and needed to ration it. They would not dare leave their commie bosses without electricity! They were hooked up to a special network. Rationing everything became law eventually and rationing coupons were distributed to every household.

Barely half or less of the population could afford a refrigerator to store food. In summer time, when the soup started to smell spoiled, mom would boil it again to destroy some of the bacteria and make it edible again. She refried smelly chicken or rancid pork and we ate it because we were really hungry. We could not afford to throw away any food.

Our cold storage in summer time was the cellar, for those living in the country, and in winter the window sill for those living in Ceausescu high rise cinder block apartments. Crows learned to be crafty and pecked out our packages to get to the food as we did not have plastic containers and Tupperware had not made it to Eastern Europe.

When bread was short and grandma had no flour to bake it, we resorted to Grandpa’s stash of “covrigi,” a circular hard white bread pretzel that was strung on a rope and hardened to the consistency of a rock a few hours after it was baked. However, when toasted briefly on a cast iron stove top, it would become soft again and edible-delicious by itself or with thin soup. “Covrigi” were such a lifesaver and treat for humans and rats alike, Grandpa tried to hang a big bunch strung up high in the air. Somehow mice and rats leaned how to jump and dangle on the strung covrigi, close to the ceiling, while chewing on our food.

We even had a saying in Romanian, “ciini cu covrigi in coada” (dogs with pretzels on their tails), implying that it was an unlikely scenario to find something prized, as unlikely as finding dogs running around with pretzels strung on their tails.

Our environmental justice meant that all of us breathed in equally polluted air, bathed in contaminated water, drank things that would make a westerner sick, and wore clothes dried on clothes lines, exposed to dirty air from the nearby factories that often turned white shirts into greys and yellows when hung on the balcony. No washers and dryers for us. Our hands struggled to keep our few clothes clean, washed in the tub with detergent so caustic that left red blotches on our palms and fingers.

The gender justice meant that we all wallowed in the same mud and terrible working conditions regardless of gender, and all of us were paid equally low wages, regardless of gender, qualification, or education.

Reproductive justice  was not your brand of gay fascism, it was a law which forbade any abortion on any ground and contraceptives were not sold on the market. When contraceptives were found on the black market, women took one tablet each time they had sex and still got pregnant.

If and when women became pregnant and tried to kill their babies, failed, but caused infections or bleeding in the process, they were refused medical treatment until they revealed who helped them, and, if they survived, they were jailed along with the doctor or the person who performed the successful or botched abortion. Some died from untreated septic infections.

Even women who had natural miscarriages came under suspicion and were investigated. In some instances, young women were forced to have dehumanizing gynecological exams with the doctor at work to determine if they were pregnant again or not.

Ceausescu wanted to increase the declining population at all costs and he succeeded. A lot of babies born during this time were abandoned by their parents at orphanages, resulting in a crisis and neglect of thousands of babies, a crime that was so vividly exposed by the western media on television. These babies, who grew up rocking themselves nonstop, unable to speak for lack of verbal interaction with their cruel caretakers, and untouched by humans, wallowing in their own filth, were never psychologically normal and few recovered.

Social justice is a term attributed to Luigi Taparelli, a Jesuit priest, but was used more since the 1840s in a progressive vein. The community organizers of today demand safety nets and economic justice, the transfer of wealth from the haves and from those who work hard, to the have nots and slackers or those who choose to live on generational welfare. The current use of the term social justice focuses on redistribution of wealth around the globe, equality of outcome regardless of a person’s ability and participation, and regardless of a person’s bad choices when posed with equal opportunity.

Under the communist social justice system I experienced, the individual citizen’s wealth was confiscated and redistributed to all communist party members, scaled according to their role and position in the Ponzi scheme called communism.

People were socially engineered by force and moved from the country into cinder block apartments in the city while their homes were either spared and given to someone else or bulldozed to make room for the co-operative farms owned by the communist party and run by the collective work of former landowners who received a meager part of the crop while the communist party received the lion’s share.

Those who objected too vociferously were dragged to jail for a long time. A doctor friend I met years later in Philadelphia, Dr. Petrasovich, had served a seventeen year jail term in a lead mine. I am not sure how this man survived such hard labor. When he was released, he immigrated to the United States and practiced medicine for a while, then retired, inspiring crowds with his stories, and eventually passing away in his eighties. The hotel he owned in Sinaia was returned to his rightful heirs.

Others, like my mom’s uncle Paulica, were beaten severely for being successful in his small grocery store business and for having too much land, and thrown in jail for seven years. His wife went into mourning for the duration, became severely depressed, seldom left her bed, and died, leaving behind a beautiful neoclassical villa which was promptly occupied by a communist apparatchik’s family who was given the deed to the house immediately.

When the EU forced the government after Ceausescu to return properties to their rightful owners, it was hard to find heirs immediately, the system was corrupt, overwhelmed, and beautiful “nobody’s” buildings were waiting, decayed beyond belief, to be claimed and restored. When an heir was found, money was often not available for restoration, and the property had to be sold with little gains to the owner after taxes were paid.

The biggest injustice that was perpetrated on people, tricked or forced to accept communism, was the destruction of the human spirit, the terror, torture, and brutal beatings people had to endure in the name of social justice, the utopian pie in the sky community organizers promised to hapless and uninformed listeners. And it seems that history is repeating itself now.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Mayhem and Leftist Mob Rule

Cartoon by Ben Garrison
A widely circulated email from the IAC Solidarity Center action alerts described in great detail how the radical left is going to disrupt President Trump’s inauguration and potentially his entire administration. Calling themselves #J20RESIST, with the mantra of “WE REFUSE! NO PASARAN!” (Spanish for “You will not pass”), they want to “shut down Trump’s inauguration” and disobey future law and order.

The leftist group has initiated “buses and carpools from over 15 cities” to protest in D.C., and “for actions across the U.S.” They also “launched a call for global action against Trump on January 20th.”

In order to disrupt law and order, they have applied for rally permits and “have planned a march on the White House during Trump’s parade.”

Just in case there are clashes with the police, which often happen when the violent left marches “peacefully,” they have “plans in place for legal observers, jail solidarity teams, if there are any arrests during J20, medical teams, mass housing at local churches and working with the press the best we can to get our revolutionary message out.”

If there was ever any doubt that churches are aiding and abetting the violent and anti-American activities of the left, this mass email makes it very clear.

Their plans are to gather at Union Station, at the “Anti” Columbus Circle at 6 a.m. (here we go again with the vilification of Christopher Columbus) and to march at 10 a.m. to the White House with a planned rally in McPherson Square, a block from the White House.

Their go-fund-me website is asking the rabble-rousing anti-Americans from across the nation to donate $25 to get an extra seat on the bus from New York to Philadelphia or a  $60 donation to “mobilize” (an oft-used word by communist community organizers) people from North Carolina and Detroit.

J20Resist is “mobilizing” to “fight Trump and the whole capitalist system.” They hope the “Anti-Trump struggle grows into a struggle against the entire system of capitalism, white supremacy, LGBTQ bigotry, oppression of women, attacks on migrants, police terror, union-busting, and more!” In their bizarre and anti-American quest, they enumerate the following groups that assist them:

-          BAYAN Philippine coalition

-          Committee to Stop FBI Repression

-          DisruptJ20

-          Freedom Road Socialist Organization

-          International Action Center

-          Michigan Emergency Coalition Against War & Injustice

-          Moratorium Now

-          Pakistan USA Freedom Forum

-          Peoples Power Assembly

-          Philly Real Justice

-          Semidoun Palestine Prisoners Network

-          Solidarity Center

-          Solidarity Iran

-          Students for a Democratic Society (read anarchy and chaos)

-          Team Solidarity

-          United American Indians of New England

-          United National Antiwar Coalition

-          USW Local 8751 Boston School Bus Drivers Union

-          Why Accountability

-          Women’s Fightback Network

-          Workers World Party

Aside from the fact that these organizations are asking for anarchy, chaos, mob rule, socialism, and the disruption of the rule and law, they wish to transform this “rage against Trump,” (you lost the election, buttercup snowflakes, fair and square, multiple times) into a “stronger, pro-war stance against Russia.” This violent left wants war with Russia and demands “jobs, health care, education, justice for migrants and people of color, and an end to militarism and war.” It is pathologically insane to want war with Russia but to demand an end to war at the same time.

Last but not least, they don’t buy the fake news and lies created by their own leftist main stream media, which are distractions from this group’s stated real goal, “creating a revolution to end the rule of the two parties of capitalism.”  http://www.workers.org/j20/

 

 

Monday, January 9, 2017

The Snow of My Childhood

Ploiesti buried under snow in 2017
Photo: Florentina A. 
The first snow of 2017 finally arrived; a couple of inches covered the ground early before sunrise, turning our world into a powdery-white winter wonderland. The woods were unusually quiet and the animals disappeared with the exception of the resident fox. She ran from the back bushes and left a trail of swirling dry snow disturbed by her bushy tail. My two squirrels were nowhere to be seen.

I was planning to go to an Epiphany celebration that morning and was not sure if I could drive on unplowed roads in our neighborhood. The main highways were clear; this time nothing was left to chance, plows and salt trucks were in position the night before. They were not going to repeat last year’s fiasco when a few inches of snow on untreated roads caused gridlock on all major highways and interstates for hours in northern Virginia. I was stuck on a hill top with many others for six hours before we were rescued.

I made it to my friend’s beautiful mansion, perched on the top of a hill and I parked on an incline without fear. The snow had stopped, how hard would it be to maneuver the car going home?

An hour and a half later, I did not like what I saw. The snow was coming down hard again, covering everything with a fresh, thick blanket.  As I looked out the window in the back yard at Denise’s two pink flamingos covered in inches of snow, my mind wondered to my childhood’s snow, a world away on the other side of the globe, in another time, another life, not so abundant as today.

Our winters were always very heavy, icy, and bitter cold. When it snowed, we stayed snowed in for months in the country unless God was merciful and temperatures rose for a few days. Then it snowed again on top of ice.  The city plowed the main roads for buses and trams, but side streets were always buried deeply. The main streets had snow piled up so high on the sides; we could not see the heads of the people walking between the mountains of snow. Boulevards and avenues were covered in dirty slush, splashed with vengeance onto everything.

I am not sure how much the many falls on sheer ice have affected the intense pain I have today, I just remember the constant bruises on my legs and butt. I was fortunate to have never broken a bone, but many of my friends were not so lucky.

To us kids, winter was a time of fun, sledding, building snow men, snow ball fights, and ice skating, but for adults it was a time of misery - walking, commuting, and working in bitter cold. For the elites, who had chauffeurs and their own cars, it was a time of skiing and partying in the beautiful mountainous lodges and expensive hotels of beautiful Sinaia resort.

Growing up with my grandparents in the country, snow was something entirely different than in the city. It created a lot of extra chores in order to survive. Nobody came to plow the roads and the bus arrived often only once a day if it did not get stuck on the way. Once in the village, even though it was only six miles away from the city, you were stuck for the winter.

We had to care for animals every day, feed them, water them, and make sure they did not freeze to death. My grandparents’ four bedroom house did not have heat, nor a bathroom, so they built a tiny adobe, mud and straw brick, three-room structure nearby and that is where we survived in winter.

The first room was where we cooked the meals on the cast iron stove which was fed with chopped wood and sent heat to the adjoining room where Grandma Elena and I slept. Grandpa Cristache’s bed was not far from the stove and as such, he got up every morning and restarted the fire which had died during the night. We did not freeze because we had really thick and heavy wool quilted comforters stuffed with cotton which kept us toasty warm. As soon as we stepped out of bed, it was very cold.

A third room had a separate entrance and was used as a summer kitchen and that is where we ate our meals as well. It was warmed by a butane gas stove on which grandma cooked our meals and the slop for the pig.

The wooden outhouse was located in the garden, as far away from the house as possible, and we had to trek through mud and snow to use it. It was just a wood shack over a hole in the ground. The toilet paper was pages from the main communist newspaper, Scinteia (the spark), with Ceausescu’s brain-numbing lying speeches. It gave adults a sort of perverse and guilty pleasure to use his printed face on our behinds.

Grandma felt sorry for me, a “city girl,” where we had indoor plumbing and a bathroom. But I spent more time with them growing up and on school vacations than in the city. Besides, the commies did not give us hot water often in winter and in summer they even cut off cold water in order to clean and maintain their holding containers of rust and minerals or to conserve resources. So Grandma brought in a bucket at night so I did not have to go to the outhouse to pee; she did not want me to trip in the dark and fall on ice or snow.

At night, she gave me a clean and warm flannel pajama, painfully washed by her ageing hands and dried on the line, clean but smelling like wet dog. We slept cozy warm until the fire in the stove died out and the crackling of burning wood stopped. As soon as we hit the sack, flees woke up and started biting but we were too tired and cold to care. Grandma always fed many flee-infested cats that slept in the attic, in hope that they would control the mouse population. We could hear the mice at night running through the tunnels they dug inside the adobe walls, probably going up to where hay and grain was stored. When we got up in the morning, bleary eyed and shivering, we waited for Grandpa to stoke the fire again before we crawled out of bed. Our pajamas and nightgowns bore bloody witnesses to the many flea bites we got during the night. Grandma tried to treat the cats with a flea powder, probably DDT, but fleas became hardy, they always came back.

Every morning we had to boil water to start the frozen pump outside which gave us water. It would freeze so hard, we had to boil a couple of pots before we could break the ice and start pumping water again for our own use and for the animals.

I remember thinking that I never wanted to be a farm girl, to live in the country, because life was too harsh, frigid, and miserable. And there were so many chores that a child like me could not understand.  Life was hard, no radio, no TV, and no electricity, we used a kerosene lamp with a wick and a fluted clear glass globe.

I can never understand to this day how my Grandfather bicycled to work nine kilometers each way in heavy snow for four decades. He was in good health but, when he developed a hernia and needed an operation, they nicked his colon during surgery. Ceausescu’s communist surgeons were ill prepared to care for the proletariat and nobody was concerned when most of them either died on the operating table or later from infection from a botched procedure. When I was seventeen, my beloved Grandpa, who taught me so much history, told me so many stories, and guided my first seven formative years of my life, died a horrible death from gangrene.

Village kids seldom had time to have fun in the snow – there were too many chores. But once in a while, around the holidays, they went from door to door, pulling a sleigh in the snow, decorated with a pine tree with colorful crepe paper garlands, singing about Father Frost and wishing the residents health and happiness in the New Year.

The snow turned red at Christmas with the blood of slaughtered pigs, a generational tradition passed for centuries. We were not allowed to eat meat unless we watched the animal being killed. I always hated that because domesticated animals were my pets. As I watered and fed them, I talked to them as if they were human and petted them. They responded in kind with affection, following me around the yard.

And here I am today, in this beautiful home, surrounded by freshly fallen powdery snow, so far away from where I came, wishing once more that I could travel back in time to my childhood snow, my grandparents, and my roots.

Florentina's Yard 2017


 
I regretfully left, struggling to control the car in the driving snow, and, when I got home, my cousin had sent some photos of the snow they got in my hometown of Ploiesti. It was just as I had remembered it. I gazed through teary eyes at the image of roads and fenced yards totally submerged by un-shoveled tall and pristine snow and I wished that I was an oblivious and blissful child again.
Note: A video of the 1966 winter in Bucharest.
 https://www.facebook.com/BucurestiulSecret/videos/935231383279607/