The laptop died in the Tiny Russian Village. It was a good workhorse and actually still works, but the monitor has shelled out completely. I could hook up the external monitor, but that is space consuming and I like more area to work in…. And the keyboard is different, but that I will work around…
Therefore, I was lucky I brought the Estonia Yoga Tablet/Laptop and Windows to Russia is back in business…
Strange how life works…
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Rough night. Boza and I both were up at 2 a.m. and walking, then back to bed and up at 4 a.m. as normal. It is 5 a.m. right now…. Like I said, “Things as always…”
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Sammy the Volga should be painted today and or at least started. They have the car back together, they have applied rock proof undercoating and sealant to the underside and it is primed and sanded. It is ready to paint and then ready to reinstall the windows and external lights and such…
We are looking at this upcoming Sunday to leave for Moscow and then we can get Boza and his eyes done. Lets hope and pray that all falls into place correctly. Boza needs to get some help, because the drops are starting to fade with influence on his left eye. It looks like the left eye needs to be removed, but we will see…
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Boza needed to walk again and when he needs to go, I take him. We only walk four or five times a day now, instead of eight plus times. Thus, he wants to go, I take him. He needs it. Mornings are the best time for him and I to walk. The Tiny Russian Village sleeps as we walk…
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I woke last night with a wild dream…
I woke in a sweat and my dream was still running before my eyes. I was being asked by ?, “Why do we keep killing ourselves off?”
I was dreaming about how many times the human race has been allowed to rise in power and then when we should know better, allow ourselves to destroy each other. This is something that I believe in…. I think in 4 billion years, that humans have cycled around and around on this planet. And every time we reach a certain attainment of technology and abilities, we self destruct and start from scratch again…
Too much is unexplained about things that have survived from the past. Many of these things are slid under the radar and not expounded upon. Even something as simple as the Egyptian Pyramids is still beyond our abilities to build exactly like they are built and much less try to do it with tech they had in those days. Life is still full of mysteries and we just scratch the surface of what has happened on this planet. We like to spout and beat our chests, but we are babes in the woods compared to the lifespan of the Earth…
Somewhere in the universe something and or someone has made it to maturity, definitely not us. We are still children and as such we cannot see the forest for the trees. A mature society would not war, not waste resources, not populate themselves to death, would not curse the gods and definitely would not be in chaos…
Being a science major, I can not fathom that we are alone in the universe. I can fathom that we are being watched, but being the only humans, entities and or humanoids is not even possible. The stars are plentiful beyond any imagination and every star has planets to some extent…
We are an arrogant intelligence, that is so immature that we act like children in a playground fighting over the only ball around, fighting over the swings, fighting over who is first and fighting over whose father is toughest…
Someone, something somewhere is laughing at us…. Maybe placing bets on how long we last?
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“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.” = Albert Einstein…
We have a long ways to go people, we have just scratched the surface of what can be. Can we make it?
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Oh and Boza and I walked again before I finished this article. Now he has finally settled and is at peace. Lots of food, all his medicine is done and he lays on the couch next to me as I write this. His head is on my lap and he is snoring. Life is good, the sun is shining and it will be about + 20 today…
I have talked about this before…. But then if it has to do with my life in Russia, I have most likely talked about it several times…
The fence wars are starting for earnest…
Vova is upset, many of the other villagers are upset and I just watch the world going around and around…
Svetochka’s mothers Tiny Russian Village home is below the monastery and definitely out of the monastery property lines, but…
Many homes are not and that is going to become a serious issue real soon. An example is Vova’s home. It is located within the original monastery walls and land, he has rights to live there, but it is looking like that is the extent of those rights and what he does to his property falls under scrutiny by the church…
Makes sense to me, but then I have not lived here all my life and I did not go through the times when everyone was told that they owned so and so property. But yes, the church has had this property from the first stone laid for its foundation and the church is eternal in time and place…
The Orthodox Monastery has brought up the beginnings of their wall building and even as they will start slowly, one day they will surround the monastery with a wall and or fence to start with. There is no such thing as a monastery in Russia that will not be surrounded ultimately. Maybe in remote areas it will be left alone, but in a village like this, they will build that wall…
Svetochka and I are in a good spot and we can watch the goings on and not be bothered by the wall and such. But most of the Tiny Russian Village is actually on monastery property and that my friend is what it is all about…
It will get interesting before it is all done…
New family…
In Russia life is interesting. I went to town yesterday in the morning and a young man named Dennis picked me up. This is the driver that Svetochka has used before and or his dad. The young man was very polite, kind and helpful. He was patient and waited as I searched the town for medicine for Boza. Nice trip and nice kid, who is about 19 years old…
When he dropped me off at my walking spot to the Tiny Russian Village, I started to give him money. Him and his dad run a taxi service and that is how we know them. He refused the money…
Seriously, he spent almost two hours of his time, fuel and wear on his car and he refused the money…
Svetochka called him to see what was up and he told her basically, “We are family and you do not charge family!”
He calls Sveta, “Aunt Svetochka!”
I walked along the last two or three kilometers to the village home thinking…
Yes you know what I am thinking, “Just like in the old days in America!”
This is something that is common in Russia, people get attached to strangers and those strangers become family in that families eyes. I grew up with that as the normal, and every family I new as a kid had someone called Uncle and or Aunt and they were not related. Families are not always just blood relations…
Then all became better…
I have been feeling down about Boza and really am struggling to keep his left eye under control even somewhat…
This is a serious issue and soon the car will be done and we will get back to get his eye worked on. But, I still was done and out about the issue…
But as always, something happens and this little tidbit of life as it happened, made me smile. A young man had no issues with hauling this grouchy bear around and would not accept money for doing it, all because I am family…
I realized why I love Russia so much…
Giving is normal with the Russian people, especially the village people and life is as it should be. Those that have, give to those that do not and so on and so on. It is what makes me comfortable in Russia. For that is how I do things and paying it all along is what it is all about…
Russians will give the shirt off their back if you need it more than they do…
You should think about that…. As you warmonger against a country like Russia. Russia is a fantastic place and this young man gives me the example as why!
I guess Svetochka and I are aunt and uncle now…
Mommy Eagle is back…
The beast of the valley is back and she swooped in to straighten her subjects out real quick. I noticed yesterday that the hawks, ravens and other birds were in a tissy. I had talked about another big eagle, but not mommy eagle, who was trying to set itself up as king and or queen of the valley. It is a big eagle and I thought we had a new boss…
Wrong, Mamma Eagle has come home. She sailed across the lake and had a fish the size of an whale in her talons. Hawks were swooping around her. These huge hawks looked like fighter planes swarming a bomber…. She screamed her eagle scream and all got quiet in the valley. You could have heard a pin drop. The wind even stopped blowing. The little swallows all set on the power lines and shuddered as they watched her fly overhead…
Yes, Mamma Eagle is back and yesterday afternoon, I watched her and her family flying lazily far up in the sky. Oh to fly like an Eagle…
Oh Ralph was missing this morning. He sat in the forest edge watching us, he darned not come out for a few days at least. Mamma was soaring overhead at 4 a.m. and everyone is watching to see what mood she is in…
Mamma Eagle is a bad-ass eagle and seriously she is huge. I wonder if she will have anymore babies this year? I count seven eagles from her now. Too hard to tell them from each other and they are all the size of Papa Eagle…
Woke up and saw Trump has already back tracked after tweeting a few good things. The people in charge started to Tweet back hate and warmongering and Trump folded…
Yes and of course these were things that had to do with Russia and you all know Russia is the number one scapegoat for the USA and her internal issues…
Seems that we have a good idea who really runs the country and it damn for sure is not the one we call president of the USA. But we really have known this for many years…
Tweet Tweet America…
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Oh and this is interesting… Click to enlarge image and or link farther below and have a looksie…
Oh to wish that my dad was German instead of my mother…. I would definitely have a German passport to travel the world. I looked into it and fall a sliver short of being able to get one…
But other than that…. I just a grouchy bear today and cutting grass, going to town and pulling weeds is priority…
Oh yes! It was a busy day yesterday in the Tiny Russian Village. Hundreds of people drove / walked / biked / stumbled / crawled / danced / and whatever up to the Monastery and even bus loads of people came up the mountain. Orthodox party all day…
Then when the Orthodox left, that started the village drunks a partying…. At least the two party groups did not mix together…
I was stretching my body and getting ready to walk with Boza. Then I heard the far off whine of an engine and Boza recognized the sound. It was Father Pavel and he was tearing up the mountain of our Tiny Russian Village at around 4:15 a.m. Dust flying and Boza and I grumbled at being disturbed so early in the morning…
Father Pavel had two others with him and they sped to the church, then we walked up and watched. They built a fire first…. It is cold you know? Then they gathered icon holders and Father Pavel had a notebook full of papers. He was studying the papers as his helpers worked around the church. Then I heard another car and I knew that this was going to be a busy day at the monastery…
Soon babushkas and some kids with moms and dads would walk up the mountain. They cross the sunken bridge as they come. I checked the bridge last night and it had gone down even more than earlier in the day. Shoes off and careful across and you will be here soon…
Boza did his doggy stuff and I watched a little longer. Then coffee was calling my name and after thanking god for allowing me to live in such a wonderful place as this Tiny Russian Village, Boza and I wandered down the mountain to our home…
It is amazing to see the things I see; until you have seen hundreds of babushkas and family walk across the river and up the steep hill, you do not have a true understanding of Russian Faith in Orthodoxy. It is amazing and walking for many kilometers to attend service is the norm…
Everyone is dressed in black, browns and some dark blues, as a general attire. Scarves are on all the women and the men bareheaded. Children are normally the most colorful and that is kept to reds, white, black and greens, as a norm…
I am not positive about the exact holiday, but the information below is about this exact day in time. I would imagine that it is close to what is being observed here in our Tiny Russian Village. The information below is from a Russian London Church…
Sunday July 9, 2017
5th Sunday after Pentecost. Tone four.
Apostles’ (Peter & Paul) Fast. Fish Allowed
Appearance of the Tikhvin Icon of the Most Holy Theotokos (1383).
Venerable David of Thessalonica (540).
New Hieromartyr Gregory priest (1918).
St. Dionysius, archbishop of Suzdal (1385).
Translation of the relics (1569) of Venerable Tikhon of Lukhov (1503).
Venerable John, bishop of the Goths in Crimea (ca. 787).
Kazan “Of the Seven Lakes”, “Nemetsk” (1399) and “Lidda” or Roman Icons of the Most Holy Theotokos.
The Holy Martyred Brothers John and Paul, and Gallicanus
Venerable Serapion of Kozha Lake.
Translation of the relics of St. Brannock (Brynach) of Braunton, England (Celtic & British).
New Martyr David of St. Anne’s Skete, martyred in Thessalonica (1813).
Anthion, monk.(Greek).
The Scripture Readings:
Luke 24:12-35 (5th Matins Gospel)
Romans 10:1-10 (Epistle)
Matthew 8:28-9:1 (Gospel)
Philippians 2:5-11 Theotokos
Luke 10:38-42; 11:27-28 Theotokos
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This post is not trying to tell you that you must observe, it is telling you a tidbit of my life in a Tiny Russian Village. This is the key; I observe and I tell the truth about what is happening. I tell as much truth as I know. People do not understand why I would be in such a backward, low tech and simple place?
I know 80% of who reads this article would think I am crazy for even caring about such things…
Being raised a christian, first with Methodist and then as a Baptist, I learned that religion is not what is presented, but what is in your soul. I am neither a Methodist or a Baptist, nor am I Orthodox. I am myself and I enjoy all religions and believe that all are the same at the core…
What amazes me is that the strength of the Orthodox people is beyond anything I have seen before. All the abundance of western based religions pales compared to the simple, yet exotic workings of the Orthodox…
It is a power that is Godly driven and if you lived in The Tiny Russian Village, you would see, hear and feel it daily…
It just is simply one of the most wonderful places on earth. Life has taken a backdate here. Life has become slow in forward progress in our village. That makes life worth living…
It is what it is and that is what makes it wonderful…
4 a.m. Ralph the Raven was sitting in a pine tree watching our home. The sun is up, but clouds obscure it as Boza and I start down the hill to the river. I want to check the bridge to see if it can be crossed easily. Rain and more rain has driven the river to try to overflow its banks in places and I could not be sure that the bridge was even there still…
Ralph followed us. He talked to Boza the whole way. First he would land in front of Boza and squawk at him. Boza would run straight at him at the sound. Then he would fly and land on a telephone pole top. Then silently watch us as we came nearer. Then we started the whole process over again and again. Stepping from one pole to another. It is interesting to watch and Boza likes it. It seems that Ralph does also…
Ralph for some reason stopped at the last telephone pole nearest the river. He would not go any farther. He sat and watched Boza and I while we checked things out and then decided that he was needed else where. Another raven came along and they squawked at each other for a minute and both took off for the forest. Could that have been his girl? Who knows?
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I am debating whether to walk to a nearby village or not this morning. The bridge is still slightly underwater, but still there and still strong. Amazing actually. I still have a pack of chicken to cook and plenty of other food. I can wait a few days to see if the bridge comes completely out of the water. Would be easier to get across. But I need to walk, for Boza does not and is not able to take the long walks we use to do and I miss them. I need to take myself and the camera and walk for several hours. It will be cool today and in fact right now it is +8 outside… +13 as a high…
I did Boza’s eyes this morning already, I have taken my pills already and we had a good walk that allowed Boza to do his doggy stuff. But do I need to go? That is the million dollar question and that is more important to me than trying to make sense of a western media that acts like a meeting between Putin and Trump was a power struggle and promoting all the leaders in the G20 as the saviors of the world…
They are just people, like you and me and they wipe their asses the same as we all do… (Well I hope you do?)
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Boza and I walked the outer edge of the Tiny Russian Village and we found only a sleepy village with several weekenders from the big cities, passed out in their yards. One place had three guys laying in the yard, with a bunch of huge beer bottles and I shook my head. It seems that beer is the same here as in America. Contrary to popular belief, beer gets you drunk, just like sucking on a whiskey bottle…
I watch the coming and going of city folks all the time in the little village. To them the Tiny Russian Village is a party place. To me it is home. But many times I get really tired of the drunks from the cities driving all over the place and making car tracks in beautiful fields. I know! You gotta let off steam and it is a bunch safer to let off steam in the village than in a big city. But, they are loud and drunk doing it. As you can tell, I do not drink. I have in my past, but drinking alcohol is really not very fun to do…
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It is sad…. The children born in the Tiny Russian Village, are reaching a ripe old age. They are also slowly dying off. The village homes that have been full of people for 10 years now are sitting empty. Still good homes, but the owners are sick, dead and or struggling to survive. Their families are not interested in coming to the village. Small towns and or villages are dying here as fast as in America. It is sad, for with our future generations, they desire instant gratification and a Tiny Village does not hole their attention like an iPhone does. Even if they come to the village, you will find them standing at the best reception spot for the phone in the village and only when their batteries die, do they venture back to charge it. We have such a spot at the corner of our land at the road side. I find people standing there and trying to social media it for hours…
The children born in the village die off and their children want to sell the Tiny Russian Village home…
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Therefore, since Boza and I like peace and quiet!
Boza and I get up and walk a village that is till sleeping. I decide what I will do for the day and lately, I have to watch Boza so close that I get very little done. Right now he is sleeping very peacefully and I am thankful for that. He ate good, had good doggy important things to do and stood by me patiently to have his medicine done. He slept by my side last night. It was not a bad night, but at 1:30 a.m. I had to put a single drop into his eyes. This took care of any issues and he slept soundly the rest of the night…
I guess what I am trying to say is this…
I am thankful for the small things in life and my Boza is one of those small things in life. Another is Svetochka. They are my two buddies and that is what life is about…
I have scoured the area and this year Mamma Eagle is missing. Maybe she found a new home? Maybe she did not like me taking her picture? Maybe she is dead? I do not know…
I know her kids are here. We have an abundance of young eagles and they are flourishing. I counted seven eagles in total. But, papa and mamma eagle are not here. In one way it is better to the whole valley, in more ways it is sad and seems like we have lost an intricate soul of the valley…
Mamma Eagle was a beast and it would be sad if she had died…. I mean she was some huge eagle and I posted many articles about her, usually mixed in with many coffee thought articles…
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Woke at 3:30 a.m. and it was +7 degrees outside. Yes I know it is summer, but this is Russia, the land of the winter and it will get up to +30 in a week or so, but, cool weather is the normality of life here. It is a good thing to me…
Boza and I walked after I put his first drops in his eyes. I break the medication up into several sessions, but this causes me to end up spending half my time just doing drops for Boza. That is okay and it helps him to deal with the strong drops better. He is sleeping peacefully and is happy right now. He wandered around and found a kitty this morning; that is what it is about and if he has good times, then I have good times…
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I am worried about something:
I know for a fact while America is spouting, “We are number one!” That China and Russia are advancing due to integrated knowledge systems, far above what we in America realize in war tech. I am watching Iran, North Korea and several other countries advance light years in the last 10 years or so. While the west has been playing god, war monger and number one asshole. The east has been silently and methodically garnering defensive and now offensive systems that are amazing. I do not think this is so wonderful but I do think it is necessary. It is a reaction/backlash to the wild west approach that the Western Empire has forced upon the world. It is a reaction to the, “America is the world policeman!”
Russia has taken the cruise missile technology to a whole new level and all this while we Americans have been spending ungodly trillions of dollars warring and wasting lives all over the world…
You never can, “Rest upon your laurels!”
I have talked many times about allowing the west enough rope to hang itself. So much of what has been happening in the last 10 years is strategy by the east. I talk about this stuff…
“While the west looks at silence, non-aggressiveness and retreating as weakness. These factors are actually strategies to weaken a foe and allow small defeats to later build into winning the war!”
China, Russia, Iran and a hundred more countries play the west for the dollar and technology. This is undermining in a small drip sort of way. The same way caverns are made underground, during millions of years of a single action of drip, drip, drip and a million more drips. The base is worn away and from that it is easy to bring the roof down…
Russia and China have advanced and we have helped them do it…
I am sad because, we had the world in our hands, we had the choice to make and that forked road allowed that choice to be made. We took the fork of least resistance and forced the rest of the world to develop with their souls behind it. It is all about the soul, culture and intellects. We danced and partied, while who we tried and did rule, has been working to cut our throat. For we never accepted anyone as equals and even our so called friends are looked down upon as lessor than we are. I have studied and all Empires do such mistakes. The British Empire, The Roman Empire and on and on…
Whether America understands this or not. Russia and China have been getting ready for war. Not fighting and wasting their money doing it. The US has been waging war after war, illegal or not and without a care who they bomb. No care for permissions and no care for collateral damage. We have slaughtered the sheep and gone fat and lazy, as the sheep gather the tools to change the world. We have created hate world around. We, as all empires, have become lackadaisical ridiculous…
Sometimes I think we are in the Toga Party stage of the Roman Empire…
We really need to learn from history…
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We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road-the one “less traveled by”-offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth. – Rachel Carson
The last few days have been rough for Boza. He struggled for a night and then we had a rough half a day. His left eye went out of control. Not sure why yet, but it became very resistant to drops and the glaucoma went rampant. Even the right eye tried to become a pain in his head. But with a constant vigil and a double dosage for a few hours, things became normalized. I finally last night got to sleep for five hours straight and feel a ton better today. Poor Boza…
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Sammy the Volga is ready to be primed. They have the body work done and are basically finished putting her back together. It has new front doors from another Volga and the rear doors are being skinned with new metal. The other donation Volga is a sedan, thus the rear doors do not fit our station wagon. But that is okay! Maybe we will see it painted Friday and next week we can leave for Moscow and get Boza taken care of?
It is looking like the left eye needs to be replaced with a fake eye. It has gone south big time…
Hmm… Seems that way to me. 100 shot in a weekend or so, just in Chicago…. War zone comes to mind…
Oh, move on, nothing to see here and all is good in the land of sunshine and rainbows…
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I like the way America points fingers at North Korea, Russia, China and many other countries and never look inward at themselves and say, “We might have a problem among the workings of our own backyard?”
Someone clean that mirror we look in everyday…
Seems I was far from alone in my meanderings about the 4th of July!
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Our Tiny Russian Village yard is full of birdbrains. We have four nests around the yard and now we have little monkey birds learning to fly all over the place. You have to be careful as you work in the yard, for the little guys and gals are all friendly and flying like scud missiles with out any control at all. I have been close shaved a half dozen times as they zigzag across the yard. It is really cool to watch the little ones learn to fly…
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I cannot keep up eating all the strawberries that we have. If I ate them all, my blood sugar would go so far off the scale, I would be bedridden. But they are sure good. Gotta weed the patch and eat some more today. What a terrible issue to have to deal with… 😉
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Hmm…
Russia is becoming a agriculture powerhouse. I am simply amazed at the progress that has been made to implement a self-contained agriculture system. It has far exceeded what Russians could dream of and has now flowed outwards, as Russia starts to sell agriculture products to the world. I remember when things got slightly tight and people had a few months of grumbles about missing products and missing specialty items of food and such. Everything has become replaced and exceeded in quality…
One thing I have noticed is that countries that did not follow the USA lead of sanctions, have become huge exporters to Russia and that my friend is what it is all about. The world is a big place and makes a bunch of products all over it. The world is not a handful of western countries…
That brings up an interesting thing I see constantly from the past and present and foreseeable future. The west loves to make themselves feel superior by down talking much of the world…
All you hear and see is finger pointing and slight remarks about third world countries, developing nations and backwards societies. Fingers always seem to point at Russia and China as the main targets, but lots of little countries are included in that finger pointing…
Well, I hate to tell you this, but Russia is growing and they have 100 fold increased their manufacturing capacity, not to even mention the 100 fold increase in agriculture…
Kinda fun to watch it all happen and an interesting thing! So many European countries have bought into Russia, just so they can bypass sanctions. I am stunned at who is building factories, warehouses and such. But I have talked about this many times right here on this website…
Crank up those sanctions Western Empire! You are sealing your demise…. In more ways than one…. Sanctions are an act of war and thus it is why they are used. To try to create war. Empires thrive on war, war and more war. Well at least when they are dying…
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As important as natural resources are? Why the hell do countries sell them to everyone else and not utilize them for their own people. Yes Russia included…. Just like the US fracking bull#$%^. What is the deal with trying to send very limited resources out of America and deplete the supply there? Russia the same thing to you!
Oh I know why! That damn dollar and or what ever is used to buy and sell oil, gas and whatsoever. Therefore, lets change the game and keep the resources that are in short supply, yet necessary to keep your country in good shape, many years down the road. Seems stupid to send the abundance of gas across the ocean, pipelines to Europe, apples to whoever, when they could be allowing the people back home to have literally free fuel, food, whatever to heat and cook with. Makes sense, unless you only care about money…
In America in which I lived in, only people in big cities had to lock their doors of homes, flats, apartments and or their cars. A bicycle could sit for days out front of the house and no one dreamed of stealing it. I remember an America in which “Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet, they go together in the good ole’ USA…” – the “American Dream” was kicking happily. I remember one adult could support his or her family and more if needed. One worker per family seemed to suffice. I remember an America in which people were gay and happy, rather than homosexual and spying on you all the time and fearing why you walked up to their door. I remember an America in which I could as a child disappear safely for the whole day. My bike saw many many miles during the summer. Life was to be embraced in my America and never sit in front of a boob tube with games, movies or TV shows. TV was for special occasions, such as sports 😉 and or later night for the grownups…
I lived in an America that still trusted its government, but we knew a government was a snake in the grass. That government was growing, but time and time again we set them back in their quest. I watched the true beginnings of change when, life became equal and politically correct. I remember when tossing a lawsuit for the neighbor kid climbing your tree and breaking a limb was non existent. I remember when calling the cops was something you did not do, for cops only mediated the issue 90% of the time (Now it seems the cops shoot you 90% of the time for calling them.) I remember farmers having rights that city people never would, such as kids driving trucks and the right a way anywhere they went with their equipment. It was hell to pay for interfering with a farmer and his work. The farmer was the backbone of America and we knew it…
But we allowed change to happen; all in the name of safety, terrorists, laziness and being greedy. Morals became second to most anything…. In my world a fag was a cigarette, the rainbow was a beautiful gift from God, a handshake meant the deal was signed, money was borrowed and paid back, English was spoken and those who came to America learned English to succeed, the neighbor fell upon hard times and we helped, the barns were built by all in town and farms nearby, a doctor visited your home, payment was in eggs, bacon and cows, we bartered, we stood our ground and we new right from wrong. Then…
We became soft and allowed, seat belts to be imposed, speed limits to be lowered, fear to creep into our lives, the sanctity of man and woman as a couple fell the wayside. Children to be imprisoned with in their homes due to the boogeyman! we stopped taking matters in our own hands. We stood by idly while we accepted cops, politicians and others to be our trial and jury of our very lives and existence. We sat down, instead of standing on our two feet and simply watched everything erode around us. America is a country that built the greatest infrastructure seen in the world and we still rather war than repair that wonderful achievement…. We stopped caring about us, we, them and they and became marching to a tune of, “It is their fault! I have been wronged!”
America was a country that had so many issues, but…. we had the correct idea back then. The idea of democracy and that it worked. Maybe it did not work? But democracy was a far cry better than anything else out there. Democracy could have been the answer, but alas, it has become the two headed snake in the grass…
In most peoples eyes in this day and age, I am most likely wrong about my feelings. But the America I celebrated in the past at the Fourth of July would have never accepted what America has become. But through wars, time and propaganda; we have become molded to a new expectation. Simply put: The famed Tea Tax Revolt and or The Boston Tea Party. Was brought on by such lower taxes than we are embraced with now, that they would look at us as the finest idiots in the world. For it is well known, give the government more money, they will waste and war more…
Immigrants use to come to America and they knew they would work and toil to obtain the heady dream of the Free Country. They knew that it was better than where they came from and thus, they also knew they had to hunker down and make it work. You did not come across the oceans to live off the system. You came to make a life and name for yourself. This is not done often anymore. We have become a country of immigrant welfare. Come one come all, vote for us, here is money and remember who allowed you in the country. We want your loyalty, not hard work…
I realized how far down the tubes we have gone when you simply take one thing into perspective…
Give or take a few million people 100,000,000 people who can work, do not work. One hundred million people! Just think how vibrant our country would be if everyone worked, had a home, fed their family and do it with only one person in the family working. Mom and or dad home everyday watching the kids, families a first priority, grandma cooking a Sunday meal for all, grandpa telling stories about the land he brought his family and by the way your mom and dad from many times, family was well known to be a pain in the ass, but we believed that, “Blood is thicker than water!”
We took care of the bad sheep ourselves, calling the cops was stupid and is even more stupid nowadays…
Why are the welfare recipients not working for that welfare? Good question and no one likes the answer given by either side. But it is what we have become and defines us as a society and a country. Welfare is not democracy…. Many welfare people have an active life, I saw many bowling, playing baseball, football, dancing, drinking and being merry; when they were suspiciously crippled. Oh my back hurts and I can’t work. It works and works time and time again. The people who really do have a decapitating issue really need help, but we failed to weed the garden too many times…. In fact the garden is overrun with thistles and we seem to think thistles are a good thing now…
The world I grew up in did not believe telling on each other was appropriate. A tattle tale, even when correct, was shunned and feared. That person was a marked person and you knew they would tell on you if you looked cross eyed at them. Finger pointing was not very common and protecting friends and family was first above the law and government. We all knew and all had moonshine distilling family and friends, but we would never have told on them. It just did not happen…
The greatest threat to life was gangsters and mafia. 90% of that was made up…
Democracy is a tough love situation. We never get what we want in a democracy. We must endure and work with what we are dealt as cards. But it looks like we should have been more forceful and less tolerant. We have tolerated ourselves into a wall and that wall does not give. Never should people come from another country with the idea that they can impose their countries ways upon us. They either come and enjoy what we are, or they do not come. This is a key issue that has destroyed us and our culture that we were building as a fledgling country…
That is important, ask anyone from all over the world. The culture that has taken thousands of years to develop did not happen by giving everyone everything on a silver platter. There must be losers and there must be those that strive to be better. For if we do not have anything to strive for. we are nothing…. If my ability to long jump more than you is degraded, then why long jump? If my ability to be valedictorian is washed with twenty more not as good at grades as me, then why strive to be the best?
I loved being an American in the America I grew up in, but that America no longer exists. In today’s America, many people from the cities to the suburbs and from the country are less unscathed than in the past. With all of our so called governmental help and nanny effects, we are no more than a third world third-world country in safety. We are worse off than even the worst past times. Maybe we have more things, but we have much less spiritual well being and filming someone dying by cellphone is a higher priority than saving that life at all costs to yourself.No longer is the rare person who is self-centered, it has become rare to not be self-centered…
Being safe is a synonym for taking our rights away and that just makes things worse for the good people and much better for the bad people…. we have actually created the conditions in our country that we should not be armed and guns should not be available. This is from an avid gun owner in the past, me! Society is no longer mature enough to handle guns and it is scary to see who has them…. I was raised on the usage of weapons and was taught the rights and wrongs of a weapon…. This was taught in school, at home and by society in general…. a gun was for feeding the family and protection as a last resort…
In today’s America, many children are on food stamps (around 20,000,000 or so,) almost everyone does not have enough money, even with two working in the family and 50% to 75% of Americans are living from paycheck to paycheck (according to what source you believe. But regardless 50% is devastating to being in a country like America) In today’s Land of the Free, if you leave your shovel sitting outside? it is gone the next day, we have deadbolt locks, yes locks and more locks on our doors and security systems in many houses. This was unheard of in the America I grew up in. In today’s America, the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s who we have stories about, are friendly in comparison to the division that has come forefront…
In today’s America; banks, politicians, rich and carpetbaggers have stolen our savings, the interest on our savings, our pensions and our whatnot. But we have more material items than ever before. A society based on material possession, Hollywood, games and money? Is a society that is failing…
In today’s America, our kids are carrying over one trillion in college loan debt. Americans, are carrying another one trillion plus in auto loan debt. The America I grew up in was the world’s greatest creditor nation. A nation that loaned to others in the world. A nation that paid its bills on what it had available, not what it borrowed. Today America is literally number one as the greatest debtor nation in the free world. The debt is so far above our comprehension, that even the fake debt clock pales in comparison to reality.
Yesterday’s American Dream has been replaced by today’s American politically correct and we have stilled the progress of a great nation. A nation that the world looked up to…
My world I remember was far from perfect, but it was a far cry better than the world we have idly set on our asses and allowed to grow like a mold on the wall. that mold once set in, virtually never goes away. Ignore mold one year and have three times what you tried to erase, bleach did the job temporarily, but mold seems to always come back. Unless we rip out that wall and replace it. Once the spores are embedded, it only takes one spore to start anew…
As a child I loved the Forth of July…
It was the most magical holiday in the world to me. BBQ, fireworks, parades, parties, family and friends all gathered and it all meant something. The 4th ranked right up there with Christmas and Thanksgiving. It was a holiday that meant something…
So I do not party anymore on the 4th. That started many years ago. The 4th meant something at one time…
It meant! Good or bad, we were a country and a great country at that. We had abilities to shape the world into a better place. We had dreams, safety and pleasantness abound. Life was a bowl of cherries and we could deal with the pits as we came to them. But then…
We lost our roots and lost our dreams of a better country than the world had seen….
Liberty consists in the freedom to do everything which injures no one else; hence the exercise of the natural rights of each man has no limits except those which assure to the other members of the society the enjoyment of the same rights.
We need to get back to our roots! We failed somewhere down the line and we need to backtrack and restart from there…
You do not have to like how I see it! You do not have to care if I am sane or not! It is how I see it and we are a long ways down wrong fork of the road. When we came to that fork in the road, we had a choice then to make and take. We took the road that screamed money, money and more money…. And all that comes (good or bad) with money, we reap…
Failure was immanent, but it was fun spending like no tomorrow! Right?
Oh and I only touched on a part of all that has changed. America is no longer that country that fought for her freedom…
Maybe you like that? I do not……..
To end such a long tale…
I have found myself living in the world that America was once. It is fitting to me and my soul. Eleven years ago I stepped onto the world of Russia and found what I had lost. I found a world that still reverberated with morals and care for the past. It, Russia, is not a perfect world and it is not a feigning world of pleasure and silks of life. The world that I have found is as alien to how most of you who read this post have become to accept as normal. It is a world that still holds keys to the heart and allows you to be free to slit your own throat, through and by your actions…
It is a world that is growing smaller, yet still, the people and land are arable and hold on to what they had and could lose. It is a world that reminds me of what I watched fade from my finger tips and it is a world that puts God high, if yet neigh, on top of all. For even in their desire to be godless, the belief in God is what they fight against as they turmoil. Their souls still walk among the devils that beat them down in the past, a past that could never be forgotten for many many generations…
The stories that are still told and the walk of life as it progresses holds onto what was and what is. They resist the call of the western world and its immoral actions, such to the point of being downcast in the eyes of many. They are an intellectually proud people that will take tremendous pressure put upon them, yet when it is needed and necessary, they will stand and do what is correct…
I see a change in the youth and I see a future in many generations that dwell upon the present of the western world, but without a doubt, I will have passed on to something else, beyond this earth…
Yes I celebrate July 4th, but it is a celebration for my new found freedom. A freedom I watched fade and slip from my fingers and now I watch it happening again, in another country, yet it is exorbitantly slow in progress in front of my eyes now. I am old, but yet not ancient and can maybe help those around me understand what is happening before their eyes…
Until that time as when Russia catches up to the western world in a lack of morals and intellect degraded…. I will enjoy the peace, tranquility, freedom, safety, moral base, lack of detriment and abundance of liberty that still runs abound in the veins of the Russians and their country…
I am blessed and I am thankful. For it seems that time marches on and all things must change, for good or bad…
She knows who she is and Svetochka, Boza and I thank you very much…
The image is of the planted white lilacs that were sent to us by the mail services. They survived the delivery and they survived the new transplanting. New growth abound, after a slight setback of the starting growth. They sort of got shocked being taken from the pot to the outside, but they are happy and growing new roots and leaves…
The spot is a well protected area near other purple lilacs. When the become more mature in a few years. I will be able to spread them to the permanent home. We decided to allow them to grow bigger first and move them when the timing is better for such things. We have a plan to create a wall of white lilacs on the southwestern side of the home, but since it is not as protected as necessary, this is what we got for now…
They will make it and are happy lilacs… 😉
Thank you very much. It is such gifts that make life wonderful…
The laptop died in the Tiny Russian Village. It was a good workhorse and actually still works, but the monitor has shelled out completely. I could hook up the external monitor, but that is space consuming and I like more area to work in…. And the keyboard is different, but that I will work around…
