On March 16 Putin gave a thirty-seven-minute speech explaining to the world why Russia had no other choice than to invade Ukraine. Putin a dignified and thoughtful man, perhaps even a great man, spoke eloquently, enumerating point by point with documentable facts the eight years of western provocation and Ukrainian fanaticism that led to Russia’s invasion on February 24. His words were clear and concise, the military intelligence expert on the Russian language that helped with the translation below remarked, “Putin makes it so easy to translate and transcribe. His pronunciation is absolutely clean and clear.” When a friend tagged me on Facebook with a post saying his wife didn’t believe there were Ukrainian Nazis, I replied by simply posting this picture as a comment. Facebook immediately suspended me for six days, for which I am appealing at a supposedly independent arbitrator. According to Putin fourteen thousand civilians including children have been murdered by American backed Ukrainian neo-Nazis since the western engineered overthrow of the rightful Ukrainian government in 2014. I know for a fact because I have Ukrainian Jews in my family that many of those murdered were Jews. These are not the National Socialists of Godfried Feder, Otto Rahn and […]
I took a long last drag from my cigarette and doused it in the receptacle by the front of the doors. It would be at least ten hours till the next one. I had two hours till takeoff, but I figured I better check in now considering what happened on my last flight out of Frankfurt in 2019. Orage had dropped me off at the airport at about one in the morning. The flight was at nine, so I made my way upstairs through the deserted airport and drank overpriced beer in front of an all-night McDonalds at a table in a German café across from it. At first it was just the barmaid, an attractive young fräulein who spoke little English, and I. But we were soon joined by a very strange man who hovered at the periphery of the cafe playing peekaboo behind the copious artificial plants demarcating its perimeter. Even though the temperature was in the mid-fifties outside, inside he was wearing a heavy winter snorkel coat with the hood pulled over his face. He had a shopping bag presumably to transport the days treasures he had found while foraging the airport. When I tried to take […]
