Having been there, it is true… America trying to stir against Transnistria… Again…

Ever since 1990, Transnistria has considered itself independent of Moldova and under Russian help and care…

Svetochka and I have traveled many kilometers by car around this side of the world. One of the places we have been and seen personally is Transnistria…

Many years ago I wrote about how America is using Transnistria as a spot associated with Moldova to create a future area of conflict. An area that just wants to be left alone and to live as they feel. Transnistria was a militarized zone and Sveta and I drove through it. We know…

This is another one of those backyards of Russia that America wants to bully as it plays games there…

Dniester Region, Transnistria, Pridnestrovie!

It looks as though once again, America is now trying to stir trouble and get Moldova to attack Transnistria…. That would mean Russia, who has the job of helping to protect Transnistria through the UN as peacekeepers, would be put in the same situation as happened in Georgia and South Ossetia…. Having to protect legally, an illegal attack and be slandered all over the western media as the aggressors…

Transnistria to the Moldovans and Pridnestrovie to the Russian’s this autonomous region is omitted from western maps. It has not been officially recognized by most international governments and the US meddling here is not surprising. The US has had a lily pad of Marines based in Moldova since 2005 whose sole purpose has been to liaise with the Moldovan Military and carry out training and surveillance along the boarder regions. The Moldovan population are largely against US interference in their country but there is a pretty powerful and vociferous liberal minority which has been well cultivated and generously paid by the US/EU and many international NGOs, some which have been active in the country since the late 1990’s…

Transnistria just wants to be left alone and be a wonderful place to live. In peace and harmony…

Why can’t we (Americans) leave everyone alone?

For you must understand that America has once again started to train Moldavian Special Forces to infiltrate and disrupt Transnistria and her peace and quiet…

WtR

Want to see the world I live in? It is called Russia…

[contentcards url=”https://ok.ru/video/3570730416″]

How about another one?

Watch a few videos on the site…

Then you get to see the world that I live in now. I am proud to be part of such a world. My world happens to be a fish farm, but it is surrounded by the same fields and villages that you see in the videos. It is called Russia and Russia has soul and roots…

These videos are how I grew up in America…. Well…. Except whiskey in place of vodka… 😉

Svetochka sent me the links…

Thanks sweetpea…

WtR

Good read and is basically true in all aspects…

[contentcards url=”http://www.internationalman.com//articles/the-madhouse”]

Authored by Jeff Thomas via InternationalMan.com,

The Madhouse:

In the late 17th century, we British decided that, as a humanitarian effort and public service, we’d collect up all the people from the towns and countryside who were bonkers and confine them in institutions, so that society could be protected from them.

As so often proves the case, the idea of a collective solution to an individual problem is doomed to failure from the start.

There are many problems with madhouses. First, they need funding and, of course, the entity that receives the funding is likely to prefer skimming off whatever they can, rather than spending it on the inmates. Second, the sort of people who apply to become staff are often not the most desirable, and in fact are often dangerous. Third, one madman might be a social problem, but what happens when you throw them all in together? Are conditions likely to make them less mad or more mad? (I would suggest the latter.)

When I was a teenager, I had the dubious pleasure of visiting a state-run madhouse—the maximum-security ward, where all the most violent inmates were kept.

I’d been asked to visit a short-term inmate named Billy, who’d been committed to the mental institution for a month as punishment for a petty crime. My purpose was to hopefully raise his spirits, but my one visit there provided me with insight that I couldn’t have gained otherwise and has stayed with me for life.

I was taken through several layers of security before being led through a series of heavy steel doors into a large room. There were tables and chairs in the middle and beds along the walls. About fifteen men were talking congenially in small groupings.

I sat down with Billy. Although we weren’t friends, he was glad to have a visitor, and the men with him were also glad to see a new face. One man was having a lunch that had been sent by a relative, and he insisted that I have his dessert, a cupcake. He seemed quite a nice guy, although I later learned from Billy that he had been a schoolteacher and was sentenced for life, having butchered his mother and a female pupil.

Billy advised me that all of the inmates were easy to get along with, but most were relatively paranoid and could “go off.” He said that there had recently been a bloodbath in the ward, so everyone was enjoying a week or two of calm, hence the friendliness of my reception.

However, soon, each inmate would begin to wonder if any of the others had managed to make or find a weapon. The more they worried, the more they’d try to get a hold of a weapon or make one themselves. After a month, it would be assumed that most of the men had a weapon of some sort. After two months, it was assumed that they all now had hidden weapons, and tension would be building. Conversations would diminish over time, and each man would become increasingly withdrawn.

At some point, the paranoia would become so great that some errant word or small gesture by an inmate would inadvertently trigger violence in another inmate. When this happened, it became every man for himself immediately. They’d all reach for their weapons, and there would be a bloodbath. Some would try to hide in corners, whilst others would attack whoever might be near to them.

Afterward, the weapons would be collected by the orderlies and those wounded would be taken to hospital. For a time, the survivors would return to congeniality—happy that there were no more weapons, allowing them a “normal” social life with each other.

My visit was brief, only an hour or so and, during that time, all the inmates were quite calm and polite to me. I was perhaps nineteen at the time and, later, I mentally compared my rather privileged upbringing with the life of those committed to the asylum. I decided that, if I were ever in a situation that might result in my becoming an inmate in such a place, I’d exit the situation as quickly as possible, before I was trapped in such a deplorable institution.

So. Fast-forward to the present day, and we witness the US government providing a regular stream of misinformation on the Middle East, Russia, China, and pretty much any nation that poses any economic threat to the present American hegemony.

The network news in the US is clearly eating this up and expanding upon it—not only crying wolf, but using a bullhorn to do it. The US has more 24-hour news programmes than any other nation, and many of them spend over 90% of their time warning of the dangers of Russia and other “enemies.”

It can truthfully be said that, when an empire slides into decline, the leaders almost always opt for war, partially because it creates a distraction from political misdeeds and partially because most people will get behind their government, no matter how flawed, if there’s a war on.

This is clearly the case in the US today.

The rhetoric-attack against other nations has largely succeeded in convincing Americans that Russia, China, the Middle East, etc. are “out to get us.” Russia and China, in particular, have consistently tried to expose the lie of this rhetoric, but their efforts are never reported on the US programmes, so the average American has no idea that he’s being lied to on a wholesale basis by his government and the complicit media.

Virtually every news item that’s reached the American ear as to developments in Ukraine and Syria has been falsely reported by the US news, to the point that many Americans believe the US should “go in and straighten them out.”

The creation of islands in the South China Sea by the Chinese, which they have held claim to for hundreds of years, has allowed US military “experts” to declare repeatedly on the news that “We can’t allow the Chinese to expand into the South China Sea.”

And, of course, the US, in the last sixteen years, has invaded or bombed Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Libya, etc., under the dubious claim of “keeping the world safe for democracy.”

Again, cooler heads on the other side of this equation have done all they can to calm down the rhetoric. Even US allies in Europe, such as the French and Germans, have refused to endorse US sanctions against the Middle East and Russia, for fear that they might be dragged into not only a trade war, but possibly a shooting war.

In such an atmosphere, it’s no wonder that the world in general is ramping up its storehouse of weaponry. As America celebrates the creation of a new aircraft carrier, the rest of the world does what it can to quietly build up its own arsenal, “just in case.”

This, of course, is what foments wars, even world wars.

When all the inmates begin to realise that tension is building and the other inmates now have lethal weapons, the question is no longer, “Can I win against them?” but, “Can I afford not to do all I can to protect myself, no matter the outcome?”

This reveals a basic failing of empires – the assumption that they’ll force other nations to cave in to their threats. The opposite is in fact true. Once everyone is trapped in the madhouse together, the moment the violence is finally triggered, all the inmates reach for their weapons. And what happens after that is anybody’s guess.

I’ve spent the balance of my life avoiding madhouses by living in countries that are not rooms within the madhouse. Today, the US is heating up the world to a dangerous degree, and those who don’t wish to be trapped in the madhouse when the tension boils over might be advised to seek a safer place to live before the panic occurs.

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Doug Casey, the original International Man, literally wrote the book on “escaping the madhouse.” Now Doug is sharing his strategies in a special video. Click here for the details.

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Sammy the Volga is home in the Tiny Russian Village…

Last night at about 8 p.m. a surprise came. Sammy rolled up next to the village home and she looked and looks beautiful. She still has one day of work left, but it is to install several pieces that they had to rebuild by hand and they are finishing those pieces up…

So in a couple of days, I drop it off for one day and she (Sammy the Volga) will be done in complete. Also it looks like Svetochka will be here on Wednesday and I am so happy. I miss my SweetPea…

{Later, when sunny, please put image of Volga right here…………… So foggy can’t see it hardly!}

Sammy the Volga; images two and or three days ago… Almost done…

And before painting…

Sammy the Volga is being redone from the ground up almost literally…

Now I am going to gripe… 😉

Sammy had four new (used) doors installed and three of the doors came from one car and the fourth came from another car. Svetochka’s door came from a car with power windows!

So guess who has a power window? Guess who does not? Boza and I are going to have to kneel at our Queen Svetochka, for only royalty gets special things like power windows…. Svetochka was tickled when she found out that she and only she had a power window. As Svetochka would say, “That is just right!”

Okay seriously! Fifty percent of the car has been painted with a crinkle rock and chip resistant paint. Then the whole car was painted on top of that. (I am so happy!) Sammy had four new doors, four sections two feet or more of frame work done, new rocker panels (Hand built from square steel pipe.), Gaz Gazelle rear shackles install for 3 inches of lift and a bunch more stuff. Much of which had to be built by hand. Just like the rear doors had to be sliced apart and some of the old doors welded to the new doors. These are the things that take time and they did a good job…. You would never know that they sliced and diced half the car…

We will get that 10 more years from our beloved Volga…

By the way; paid for in full by donations for the specific reason of saving a classic car such as Sammy. Svetochka, Boza and I want to thank all the people for the donations to rebuild Sammy. It has been amazing at the out pour of help to rebuild this Volga. You would be surprised at how many people on this side of the world adores such cars as this…. Total cost, besides time 80,000 rubles = $1300 and or 1100. It was worth it and Sammy has new clothes…

Thank you…

WtR

PS: Now we concentrate on getting Boza and his eyes operated on. The doctor said he can do this in August and as soon as we are back, Boza gets shunts put in his eyes for pressure relief…

Coffee thoughts on Sanctions anew against Russia – 2017…

Foreground: The beginning of what is happening now…

US strength as we know it know was built on technological innovation, some procured from within her borders and much more than we contemplate, procured from without her borders; US leadership was built on great institutions (but institutions not necessarily rooted in truth and honesty. But the implication was there and the desire was met by many of us, we thought honesty was part of our heritage). This strength of technological as a base has been shifting to Asia for quiet some time. Some 75 percent of that shift is nearly entailed in full. Thus, what goes up must come down. Whether it falls quietly or not, is the question?

All that was great about US institutions has all been destroyed by cronyism, ethnic politics, and (worst) by illegal banking practices. The footprints of generations (with both good and bad intentions) that built those USA institutions are by now far out of sight, and the new generations far removed from the high principles of the old in thought and in action. Fact is the new generations have been railed in the wrong direction, due to fear from the old powers that new powers would rise and derail them as the proclaimed false gods…. Therefore, the connection between the old and new has almost been severed and nothing exists between the two to have a commonality…

It seems that we lost the old adage, always “Train your replacement with honesty and morals!”

At least it is a form of an adage that I used exclusively in training my managers, time and time again…. (I watched such training be devoured, when McDonald’s trained managers to worship the bottom line and forsake the human parts of business as important. To McDonald’s people are expendable and the infiltration of such trained managers hurt the management industry to a vast extent. Then, since McDonald’s was the new desire, all others followed in the footsteps of greatness…)

Thus, as in all great civilizations that come into existence, from the beginning of such Empires, when a critical mass of great thinkers and philosophers, statesmen and warriors is formed, you have the creation of greatness. It cannot be ordered at will. It happens because of a need, an idea, a rooted moral base and vision for the future…

America (USA) had that, but it’s all been destroyed by greed of a very few. In fact so few that they moved unobserved among us unsuspecting sheep, just as an assassin does to exterminate his prey…. The few are still protecting their past endeavors and are scared of losing their power, even as they wither and die from old age…

Contemplate this; If a man could live forever and that fountain of youth was a reality, these men would have discovered it and allowed themselves to retain power for ever and ever…

Russians are deep thinkers, intellects and patient.

What is happening right now and being orchestrated by the USA. Is nothing new to Russia and is only a saddness because Russia really wants to be friends with the US! Really they do, we are the same people, the same mindset and we are one. But we are constantly being driven apart…

Russians understand this happening, within the Western Empire. And so they would know that no action is required. Action is what you do when they attack within the borders of your country. When the tanks come rolling inward? Then defend the Motherland is the cry. Until then, leave the jerks alone…. Never Interfere With an Enemy While He’s in the Process of Destroying Himself…

Ascending to the throne is when the cream on the fresh milk rises to the surface; curdled, when the scum on top does stagnate, grows old…. This happens when a base under the pillar of strength becomes corroded with degradation…

Russia has no need to strike back fully with all options, against US sanctions.

They are successfully playing the waiting game. What’s the hurry? When your adversary is making mistakes, why correct them?

The order for the US to withdraw 755 diplomats and employees from Russia, was not retaliation for Congress’s new sanctions. It was retaliation for Obama’s declaring 35 Russian diplomats Non Grata and seizing Russian property illegally. Russia just evened out the numbers of both US and Russian diplomats to 455. Maybe there will be more evening out by Russia for sanctions, maybe not. Perhaps no more NASA astronauts will be ferried up to the ISS. Putin could have done that in 2014… Who knows and really, “Who cares?”

But why retaliate? When the cream is curdling at such a fast pace! Cream must be enjoyed when it is fresh. It makes coffee the finest there is. That my friend is part of the issue; we have lost the ability to enjoy coffee as it should be and have flavored coffee into oblivion, with variety and chemicals…

Alas you say, “But why use real cream, when we have such wonderful fake stuff?”

You should try a real cup of fresh brewed coffee

And Starbucks does not have such a coffee. Not a coffee percolated over a fire and enjoyed as it was mean to be enjoyed. Somethings cannot be improved upon and real coffee has to be lovingly made with emphasis upon your, not theirs, desires. You must build you perfect cup of coffee how you want, not how you are told…

This is as in all aspects of life and that has been lost to the wayside, as we dance to other’s tunes…

We’ll have to learn to wait and see. We must absorb and assimilate the things happening and we must garner our roots. Water those roots and society, individuals and even countries will flourish…

Russia waits and watches her foe…

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Interesting read…

[contentcards url=”http://johnhelmer.net/us-senate-strikes-for-russian-equality-the-oligarchs-targeted-in-new-sanctions-bill/”]

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Sammy the Volga; images two and or three days ago… Almost done…

No specific order of images. Images taken by one of the guys working on Sammy the Volga and came from the Russian VK – ВКонтакте – https://vk.com and I grabbed them to post…

They are putting the car back together right now and say that I can get it tomorrow afternoon?

Almost there…

WtR

They Say That Sammy The Volga is Done…

Today at 3 p.m. I am suppose to pick up Sammy the Volga?

Volga

Do I believe?

Not sure, for it is Russia and I will believe when it happens. Since many Russians are not driven by the same gods as are Americans! Things are always, “Tomorrow!”

Therefore, today (Cегодня – – Cegodnya), never means a possible yesterday (вчера – – vchera), but it always means tomorrow (завтра – – zavtra)…. Furthermore, tomorrow most likely means, more than a few tomorrows, before the next day is actually accomplished…

I make the villagers laugh! For when we talk of tomorrow? I say, “zavtra, zavtra, zavtra………..”

They understand what I mean, for tomorrow is always another day and another adventure, thus, that new day and adventure may get in the way of accomplishing anything promised the day before. For that was the past and since Russians live in the now, the past is less important than life at that moment. Heaven forbid if we talk about the future! For life is now and the gods have not laid thee actual stones for the future yet and things change…

So I pick up Sammy today, but “zavtra, zavtra, zavtra………..” 😉

It really is okay and eleven years later, since I first came to Russia, I can smile about it!

Sometimes…

WtR

Interesting read: The faucet is leaking and leaking faster…

[contentcards url=”https://www.forbes.com/sites/robertwood/2017/08/04/long-list-of-americans-who-renounced-citizenship-is-more-about-taxes-than-trump/#102d58b616b9″]

And…

[contentcards url=”https://americansoverseas.org/en/americans-are-giving-up-their-citizenship-at-record-rates-but-not-because-of-trump/”]

And…

[contentcards url=”https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2017/08/03/2017-16318/quarterly-publication-of-individuals-who-have-chosen-to-expatriate-as-required-by-section-6039g”]

And…

[contentcards url=”http://intltax.typepad.com/intltax_blog/2017/08/2017-second-quarter-published-expatriates-second-highest-ever.html”]

Hmm… Nuff Said…

WtR

Sammy the Volga is painted…

Oh My! Really? Are You Sure?

Maybe, sometime before I pass from this earth…
Sammy the Volga will come home to be part of the family again…

She is going to be pretty…

WtR

Sometimes I dwell upon, as a child… I swear I dwell… Cross My Heart!

Cross my heart and hope to die…

Cross my heart and hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye,
wait a moment,
I spoke a lie
I never really
wanted to die.
but if I may
and if I might
my heart is open
for tonight
though my lips are sealed
and a promise is true
I won’t break my word
my word to you.

Cross my heart
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
a secret’s a secret
my word is forever
I will tell no one
about your cruel endeavor.
You claim no pain
but I see right through
your words in
everything you do.
Teary eyes
broken heart
life has torn
you apart.

Cross my heart
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye
I loved you then
I love you now
I’ll still love you
though I’ll break my vow.
I can’t hold this secret
any longer
it’s hurting you
not making you stronger.
You’re my friend
so I’ll risk your respect
by hurting you
I can protect
I’ll save yourself
since you will not
you might hate me
but I’ll give it a shot.
I’m willing to risk
our bond that we own
so long as you’re safe
you won’t be alone.

Cross my heart
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye
break my promise
tell a lie
save my friend
though, maybe it’s ‘bye.

Interesting to think we as little tykes could spout this poem, almost in full, when I was young…

This stuff, just as I contemplate the fairy tales that we were taught. Such as Grimm’s Fairy Tales”.

But we swore we told the truth and used, “Cross my heart hope to die, stick a thousand needles in my eye”.

The “thousand needles” emphasized the importance of what we said… 😉

I swear…

WtR