Year: 2017

http://russia.places-in-the-world.com/485124-place-sysoi.html

I walked to the Medium Village. Called Sysoi!

I did this once last year…

First time…

I tried could not make it…

Then I got ready again…

Going to try to get out again…

Then last year, I made it…

We made it!

This year I am in much better shape and made it first trip…

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As last year, I woke the village up and people came out by the dozens to take pictures of me. I am some what of a local celebrity and this time I had to answer questions…. Questions that made me run away…

A group of five Russian woman came and asked me questions, such as, 1. Am I married?, 2. Am I lonely in Kommuna? 3. Do I need help carrying my stuff? 4. Do I eat good?

I was polite and as Svetochka says, “That is an issue with you!” Politeness is misinterpreted…

Seriously, they were nice ladies and they took the news good (for they know that I am married, but…..) that I was married and very much in love with a perfect Sweet Pea of a Russian woman. They seem to have had some English lessons…

I then found out that a younger girl from America was living in the village. I gathered she was teaching English, but she refused to come out to see me. They tried to get her to come and talk to me (Translator of course said the horse!) According to the Russian ladies, she is scared of everything, everyone and is very shy! I did not care to meet her anyway. I do not take much sympathy for students who come to Russia unprepared. She is on some program with school or something, this is the normal reactions from many of our students that come to Russia. Simply scared, they come, do their job with as little mingling as possible and go home to America, with very little knowledge about Russia…. I would meet her, but my reputation as a tough & different type of a American, proceeds me and would most likely send her hiding again…

Svetochka, Boza and I are well known in the area. Due to the local Gazette posting an article about us…

The ladies helped me to the edge of the village and stood and waved goodbye. Yes, I ran! Running from women is this Big Bears first impulse and has saved me many times in my life! 😉

I told Svetochka about it all and she laughs, but realizes that there are many Russian women, who cannot find a man at all. In Russia there are many more women than men, especially in the tiny Villages…

One old man (old enough to make me feel young) in the store said to me, “You Kommuna” – “vy Kommuna?” I said, “Yes!” – “Da!” and he nodded in agreement, as he looked at my pile of goodies, I was buying…. From that, the word spread fast and again I was in the spot light. I agree with Svetochka, Just go to the Big Village. Life is easier there for me…. I blend in there…

It is fun to go, but am extremely hard trip. Through the woods, across a river and many many kilometers. But this year, I am in much better shape and did it fairly easy. But I will say that my feet hurt today and I slept good last night…

People in these villages are very nice and very helpful. That is what I see in Russia. People that care, smile and would give the shirt off their back if you needed it…

Love Russia…

WtR

Interview with Flemish priest in Syria: “Putin and Assad saved my life”

Interviewer: You are very critical of the media coverage on Syria. What is bothering you?

“The idea that a popular uprising took place against President Assad is completely false. I’ve been in Qara since 2010 and I have seen with my own eyes how agitators from outside Syria organized protests against the government and recruited young people. That was filmed and aired by Al Jazeera to give the impression that a rebellion was taking place. Murders were committed by foreign terrorists, against the Sunni and Christian communities, in an effort to sow religious and ethnic discord among the Syrian people. While in my experience, the Syrian people were actually very united.

Before the war, this was a harmonious country: a secular state in which different religious communities lived side by side peacefully. There was hardly any poverty, education was free, and health care was good. It was only not possible to freely express your political views. But most people did not care about that.”

Interviewer: Sister Agnès-Mariam, the Lebanese-French prioress of your Mar Yakub (“Saint Jacob”) monastery, is accused of siding with the regime. She has friends at the highest level.

Father Daniel: “Sister Agnès-Mariam helps the population: she has recently opened a soup kitchen in Aleppo, where 25,000 meals are prepared five times a week. Look, it is miraculous that we are still alive. We owe that to the army of Assad’s government and to Vladimir Putin, because he decided to intervene when the rebels threatened to take power.

Original text…

U bent zeer kritisch op de verslaggeving uit Syrië. Wat zit u dwars?
,,Er klopt niets van het idee dat er een volksopstand plaats zou hebben tegen president Assad. Ik ben sinds 2010 in Qara en heb met eigen ogen gezien hoe agitatoren van buiten Syrië de protesten tegen de regering organiseerden en jongeren rekruteerden. Die beelden werden door Al Jazeera uitgezonden om de indruk te wekken dat hier een rebellie gaande was. Er werden door buitenlandse terroristen moorden gepleegd, in de soennitische en in de christelijke gemeenschappen, in een poging om onder de Syrische bevolking religieuze en etnische tweespalt te zaaien. Terwijl in mijn ervaring het Syrische volk juist heel eensgezind was.

Voor de oorlog was dit een harmonieus land: een seculiere staat waarin verschillende geloofsgemeenschappen vreedzaam naast elkaar leefden. Er was nauwelijks armoede, het onderwijs was gratis, de gezondheidszorg goed. Het was alleen niet mogelijk om vrijelijk je politieke mening te uiten. Maar dat kon de meeste mensen niks schelen.”

Zuster Agnès-Mariam, de Libanees-Franse moeder overste van uw Mar Yakub (‘heilige Jacob’) klooster, wordt ervan beschuldigd te heulen met het regime. Zij heeft vrienden tot op het hoogste niveau.
,,Zuster Agnès-Mariam helpt de bevolking: zij heeft recent een gaarkeuken geopend in Aleppo, waar vijf keer per week 25.000 maaltijden worden bereid. Kijk, het is miraculeus dat wij nog leven. Dat hebben we te danken aan het regeringsleger van Assad en aan Vladimir Poetin omdat hij besloot om in te grijpen toen de rebellen de macht dreigden over te nemen.

Original link…

http://www.ad.nl/nieuws/poetin-en-assad-hebben-mijn-leven-gered~add21ab7/

Original translation link…

https://www.sott.net/article/340726-Interview-with-Flemish-priest-in-Syria-Putin-and-Assad-saved-my-life

Again! Why are we so complacent?

WtR

P.S. – The Flemish Father Daniël Maes (78) lives in Syria in the sixth-century-old Mar Yakub monastery in the city of Qara, 90 kilometers north of the capital Damascus. Father Daniel has been a witness to the “civil war” and according to him, Western reports on the conflict in Syria are very misleading. In short: “the Americans and their allies want to completely ruin the country.”

Yesterday, Boza and I walked and walked! Today, I will walk to another village that has a (magazine) store. I will walk Boza several times and then take off about 7 a.m. while still dark and an hour to hour and a half later, I will be in the next village…. Today will be -20 all day long…. Brrr!

I feel bad because Boza has to stay home. The village has lots of doggies and they all run free. Boza who can not see, can not even run away or see who to fight. It is better all the way around. Though, Boza is my buddy and we walk together everywhere. Sometimes life is not fair…

This village has at least 500 people living there. So I call it the Medium Russian Village. Compared to our 3 living in the Tiny Russian Village, MRV is a regular metropolis…

Therefore, I will fill the bird feeders, make the home safe for Boza alone in it and go on a adventure…

Enjoy the images and have a nice day…

Boza and Kyle

WtR

Russians are loving America again (More fake polling news,) plus lets talk about safe places…

http://www.foxnews.com/world/2017/01/27/anti-american-sentiment-in-russia-drops-as-trump-opens-door-to-reconciliation.html

From Moscow to the tiniest Russian Village. Through winter, spring, summer and fall I stay by their side. Russians just want truth from America and trust is not on that list anymore…

They trust me, only because I have proven myself. But as it took me a long time, it will take much longer for Russians to trust the American government, much less the American people who keep voting in the trashy politicians, such as McCain and others…

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Americans talk about “safe places”

On the campuses across the country, safe places have become the new iPhone experience. My safe place is in a meter of snow and many times at -30 degrees. It is my dog and I by ourselves. I wanted to experience real Russia, not a facsimile of western wannabe, as Moscow does has its moments of western loving…. If you have a safe place and it lacks cookies, binky pacifiers, material items and hot water and pizza delivery 24 hours a day to allow you to get away from the world, and hide, then come and talk to me and tell me about life, when your safe space is -30 below zero Celsius and you have survived in a tiny cabin…. Then I will relate to you. But, when you your safe place has endless government funding for kiddies / plus so called adults wipe your ass and drying your tears. I don’t care about your safe place…. When we are in collage, we have to grow up or get out. Though it seems collages have destroyed more of America than anything or anyone else…

My safe place was without power for six hours last night, -23 below at 4 a.m. and a doggy who had doggy business to do with a 20 kilometer an hour breeze. Now that is what I call a “safe place,” for no one will damn come looking for me and if they do, I will see you first…

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I do not trust America anymore,

But then I stopped trusting America as I fought in Vietnam. America has proven it cannot be trusted and the West has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt, it is morally bankrupt… Not to mention financially and whatever…

Ever try to find a safe place in the middle of a war? You don’t live long if you do try! Safe places are places to be trapped……….. Hmm!

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I know Russians,

I do not try to write from a special safe place in Moscow, I talk the talk and walk the walk in Russia…. I do not play in expat bars and restaurants. I eat in my friends homes and laugh and cry alongside them as things get bad or good…

Yes at one time Russians loved Americans (they still do, but they do not trust.) But we have a long road back and no matter how fake you play the polling data, we lost when we lied to Russia… Time and time again…. Trust is important…

I am sick of fake news, fake polls and fake attitudes. Want truth about Russia? Then get your head out of MSM ass and look for that truth. Why you just found someone who knows about Russia, as you read this…. And even the expats living in Russian big cities, fear me, for I will upset their fantasy world that they have created to make money from the Western Empire. Moscow is full of paid Russian haters…. and not one of them will, “Walk their Talk!”

I do!

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I got pissed yesterday!

I am so sick of seeing so much anti-Russian crap that I am getting angry. So today, I will ignore the stupidity and work on my books… I am not a nice person when angry! It takes a lot to get me there, but when I do, I am efficient in my reactions…

So, have a nice day and that is sincere from someone living in Russia, walking in a Tiny Russian Village, playing with Russians, talking with Russians, eating with Russians and politicizing with Russians. I am sincere in the fact that I wish you to see how wonderful my life is and has become. Hardships make a better life…. It is all mental, even if we die from those hardships, it is all part of life…

This is so true…

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength. – Arnold Schwarzenegger

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But I have to say,

If we blunt the hardships with facades and coddle the adults and give people freebies. They never develop and they never grow up!

In a good society, the ones who can never grow up are taken care of by the immediate society around the ones lacking. This is how it is in Russia. This is how it use to be in America. Then when a government takes over the care, the needs, the wants and the thinking of and for individual, things get out of hand and we have a perfect example; in the US of A…

Now! I feel better…

WtR

Finally got the desk set back up. The monitor, keyboard and accessories are hooked back up and everything is working up to par again. Therefore, good to go until the next hard drive dies… Still can not find a darn mouse pad. I just use a piece of paper folded. No such thing as a decent mouse pad, actually any mouse pad, in this part of Russia…

The birdbrains are a happy bunch. We have 30 to 40 sparrows, 20+ chickadees and 6 Jaybirds. The yard is full of happy sounds all day long. Makes life a joy…. I sing Jaybird, Jaybird, Jaybird and the Jays come looking. I then sing Chick, Chick, Chick – adee – adee and the chickadees come flocking…. I sing babybirds, babybirds, babybirds and the sparrows come for dinner time. Big grain for the jaybirds. Tiny millet for the sparrows and sunflower seeds for the chickadees. I also put out unsalted salo for the Jays and chickadees. The sparrows seem to ignore the salo… (We are losing some sparrows, just too brutally cold, for too long!)

I pulled all the vitally important rugs and carpets, vital as in no frozen feet, I did what any good Russian does, I tossed them on the snow and beat them. It is the way of Russia…

Then swept the whole room and reset cleaner rugs. Not clean, but cleaner… 😉

Then Boza and I out the gate and off to the winter land far far away!

We lucked out this morning at 3 a.m. only -4 and snowing. Gotta appreciate what Mother Nature gives you, when she is in a good mood, because it could be much worse…

WtR

Kinda simple right now…

Boza and I are just trying to stay warm and tomorrow it will start warming up to around -5 for a couple of days. Maybe I will get enough energy to take some images of the countryside? Right now we just walk to the edge of the Tiny Russian Village and then run home…

Boza eats, sleeps and does doggy business very fast…

I work on the computer, write on my books and do bear business even faster than Boza!

Life is simple…

Build fire stay warm!

WtR

2:30 a.m. and Boza wanted to go outside…

I mumbled at him that it is cold…. And he sat in the middle of the floor and tried to stare at me. He was off a little in his line of sight and those blind eyes made me sad. I sat up and mumbled some more and Boza came over and laid his head on my lap. Yes, Boza is a good boy and since I am in tune with him, I know he needs to go out to do doggy business… But, hey it is cold…

-32.3 C. and that means -26.14 in F…

So happy doggy and mumbling bear went outside to do doggy business. My breath tinkled as it froze instantly when I breathed out. Boza danced a doggy cold paw paw dance and down the mountain we went. Happy doggy soon became interested in why it seemed so cold beyond normal and soon he did his business and started for home. I found myself all alone standing at the bottom, in the valley and yelled out, “Hey stink butt, where are you going?”

Boza did not listen and actually did not care. I found him at the gate waiting for the lumbering bear to get there. (To be truthful, Boza did come back several times to make sure I was alive! But always ran away. Kinda like hurry up dad!) We got inside where it is a much more pleasant +20 degrees C. and Boza ate three packs of dog food, then went back to bed. I ate two wraps with ham and Boza woke up just enough to eat bites of ham and went back to bed. Of course I am wide awake, thus I worked on some projects of mine and am writing this post…

4:55 a.m. and it is warming up. -31.4 and settling at that… 😉

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I want to mention something about my trip the other day to the Big Village…

My bus ride back to the Tiny Russian Village bus stop was interesting. The bus was basically packed and they made room for me near the front, since I would get off first. I guess I look like a public information terminal, because everyone always tries to ask me this and that. For Russians who do not know me, they talk to fast for me to gather their meaning many times. Just like English speakers talk to fast for non English speakers to comprehend many times. My brain is in English and the Russian is slow, from that…

But after everyone finds out I am an American, they were all excited. They were not understanding what this American would want to get off the bus at Kommuna or Tiny Russian Village. In fact they were worried. Worried enough to point out everything that might be an issue. That is a Russian for you…. Always trying to help in one form or another…

I got off the bus at my stop and then I heard the bus driver make an exclamation. He just realized who I was. He turned to the bus passengers and told them about the Gazette and the American and Russian Sweetie (Svetochka.)

Сараевский американец Кайл Китон: «Россияне не хотят войны» – American from Sarai, Kyle Keeton: “The Russians do not want war”

Small town and small area, people know and remember everything. The bus got silent and I could feel everyone staring at me, as I put on my snowshoes. I ignored them and they just sat their with faces pressed against the windows of the bus. When I was done, I stood up and looked at them. I smiled and waved goodbye and everyone on the bus all waved and smiled. They were so excited. The very back of the bus made me almost giggle. Three babushkas were all fighting to get their faces in the last window to look at me. It was seriously wonderful. They had lost that worry about a stranger look and garnered the look, that he is one of us, even if a little different. They knew I was familiar and happy here…. They also knew I was normal in this part of the world…

Regardless, I gave them something to talk about!

As I turned to leave, I gave a thumbs up and everyone waved and smiled some really huge Russian smiles. The bus driver honked and off the bus went. That is what I love about Russians; 99% of them are the most wonderful people you would ever meet. They love strangers from other lands and they love to gossip. They showed me what is special about Russians; they were worried about me at first and then when they found out who I was, they became even more so attached to me. But they knew I lived here and I was no fool to worry about… And yes a new American lost in this tiny Russian area would need to be worried about. Because you would find him or her frozen to death before they figured out about the way of life and its survival…

I just love Russia…

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Vova found the energy to walk to one of his girlfriends…

Vova realized that he needed a gal for a night. There is one gal who just loves him and she is really smitten with him. She was going to come to our village, but the weather is just too bad and Vova after huffing about lazy people, all of a sudden, realized if he wants a date, he better get moving…

Therefore, last night at about 5 p.m. Vova dressed like an Eskimo headed out. He knew he had a blazed trail to walk on, for I had already broken the ground all the way to the main road. Vova left the Tiny Russian Village, Vodka Flask in hand, singing his favorite songs and looking forward to a wonderful night. He said, “до завтра” – do zavtra – see you tomorrow…. and disappeared from sight…

I smiled…

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I had a good night. No music blasting from Vova’s home, no one wanted something, no one at all. Boza and I were alone for the most part. There is one babushka at the top of the village and she does not bother anyone. We (Boza and I) had the village to ourselves…

Peaceful night…

WtR

Boza and I woke at 4 a.m. and found the world had gotten even colder than it was when we went to bed. It looks to be dropping even more and the air is seriously crisp this morning. I was tired from my trip that lasted almost six hours yesterday. And this morning, I am slightly sore, but a very happy grouchy bear. Damn the coffee is good this morning…

A trip to the big village…

Here is my trip…

They did not finish plowing the side road until after I was back. I really thought I had it made and it struck me as interesting at how my life always is; The road was only plowed about 50 meters. That is it, must have been a breakdown? Or tea break for a day or so… 😉

It is plowed now, but I had to walk a hundred meters in meter deep snow and found the tractor tracks of a wandering tractor. I will not make assumptions, but if I had to say what happened! Looks like the guy went ice fishing and decided a two day job is better than a one day job. The tractor looked as if the driver was feeling no pain and the tracks weaved all over the place and thus, I followed the next best thing to a plowed road…

I found either side of my road plowed, but nothing in the middle… Strange it was, until I figured out what happened…

When I started the rough part! I found this above image, but the tracks leading to it had filled in with blowing snow. It was these tracks that I stumbled around on and got to the best set of tractor tracks to stumble my way out. I figured out finally that whoever started to plow from the main road, gave up, drove through the trees and fields, then after ice fishing (found foot tracks to the river,) tried to get excited about doing his job, gave up again, and since it snowed like crazy and the wind blew like crazy. I had only an isolated spot to prove the guy even tried to plow…

I was not expecting anything to be plowed, but getting your hopes up sometimes makes for a grouchy bear…. I pushed onward and onward, one step at a time…

Meet Lenin…

He is everywhere in Russia and our Big Village is no exception. No, the Tiny Russian Village does not have a statue of Lenin, sorry… But I have to say, “Comrade Lenin kinda grows on you after a few years in Russia!”

Therefore, I made it home and after I was getting near our bridge across the river, I heard the tractor as the guy who gave up yesterday plowing came back to try again. I shook my head and then realized, it is all good! It, the road, is plowed now and that is a blessing…

Then as I finished the trip, I was doing some thinking. As I neared the Tiny Russian Village, I heard someone yelling at me. Vova had come down the mountain to help me carry bags (better late than never, right?). I picked up food and stuff for him also.He had cooked a big meal (potatoes fried with salo, salted fish dried, salt cucumbers, two fried eggs and a scoop of sauerkraut,) I sat at home and enjoyed that meal. It was delicious and yes, Boza got his bites of food also, from it all…

I was tired and soon Boza and I were sleeping soundly…

I have to say, I have a sweet girl in Moscow, who worried about me. She would call and tell me to rest, eat good food and take it easy. She knows me and knows I push, push and push some more. I am my own worst enemy and she knows that. She is a big help from long distance and allows me time to slow down and rest as I talk with her on the phone. Svetochka is my better half and it is nice having a better half and not a worse half for the first time in my life…

I wonder what that means about me? Hmm!

-26.5 right now and dropping……. as I write this post, another 1.5 degrees colder…

WtR

Today no snow coming down…

It has snowed for days on end. We are literally snowed in and very snowed in. So…. As to prove something to myself, I am going to walk out. I am going to the Big Village…. It is about three kilometers of waist deep snow and I will put the snowshoes to their ultimate test. Can they do it? Better yet, can I do it…

Sometimes we, as we get much older, have to prove something to ourselves. We look in the mirror and see a person that we many times do not recognize and wonder who that old person is. It is all okay, but at times we have to see who we really are. Today I will do that. Today I will walk out and if I make it, I will have answered myself some questions. Age slows us down,but that does not mean we stop…

If I have to go in life, I want to go doing what I love and life is what I love. Everyday in Russia, it is a challenge for this weak Russian speaking person. I struggle with the language and I struggle with myself as too, who I am. I doubt seriously that I will find who I am, but I still try and still move forward. I try to learn everyday and I try to help those around me as much as possible. But there are times we have to do something for ourselves. No matter how stupid it seems to others…. The world here is literally Arctic in substance and mentality. It is harsh outside right now and I decided to prove that I can still make it…

I realize that compared to the old days, I am wimpy! But I am changing that…

Boza has made me realize that getting old, even going blind, means nothing and we have to keep plugging along and accept what life throws at us. Boza is a tough doggy and I want to be just as tough. Sounds stupid doesn’t it? Not to me…

Every step…

Last time Svetochka was here, I said something to her. I said, “Every step is one step closer.” Meaning this village three kilometers away, would get closer and closer, just keep making one more step…

Then after thinking over the last week about what I said. I realized that life is exactly that same way. Life is simple in a truthful  reflective. Life is one step at a time…

When you are young and indestructible. Life is leaps and bounds at a time…

When you get older, those leaps and bounds, become steps and shuffles. It just means that you can still do all you want, it just takes longer and more care to get there. Hard for someone like me, who leaped and bounded like a gazelle through life. I think that made it hard on many in my life, I know that it drove me to excel in all I did. I never turned a challenge down…

I would leap out a droning airplane behind enemy lines, just as if I was going to a party. I climbed the side of 1000 foot cliffs, just like the party was at the top of those cliffs. I crushed competition like they were in the way of that party and when life became threatened, I would explode in a fury to become the last man standing at all costs…

Then came several issues that rained on my parade and they shut me down. Six heart attacks and a brain tumor has a tendency to effect life in many ways. Life had showed me who is boss…

I guess that is when I started to take one step at a time. Just as I do now!

Therefore, one step at a time is better than sitting and whining about how bad things are, how life sucks and how mean life is…

My world is more than just elements of weather. My world is elements of another country and that is what keeps life interesting. I walk into the unknown willingly. For how will I grow? If I am unwilling to step out the door and breath the fresh air…

I see this quote as my life…

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams

That is why I love Russia!

I have ended up where I need to be…

WtR

I am doing what many Russians are doing…

Popcorn is big business this year. We all are watching the “Three Ring Circus” unfold across the ocean. Russians are very interested in what happens across the pond and they await the games as they unfold. It is very interesting to watch such chaos happen and now when we watch, we see swapping around of priorities and morals as the main show…

Everyone is either switching sides…

Trying to bargain for their power position and or simply selling their soul to gather the needed end results that makes them happy. This is happening from the little guy sitting at home watching the nightly news, to the power brokers running the country. Chaos is a swirling mess at its best and this time it has become a hurricane, barreling full steam ahead at the shores of America…

My thoughts on the subject have been confirmed and that is why I voted for Trump. This time change will happen and it will make or break the country. Breaking America as it stood had to happen to settle the world. Good or bad; I hope Trump breaks the system and returns it to the people (Even if he tries to sit on top the pile.) Not sure the people have any idea anymore what to do with it, but if Trump can crush the wannabe Napoleons and Hitlers, then the people can deal with the last man standing much easier than hundreds of demons running around…

This is what it is all about. Power and one man taking it all. It had to happen, for the US is not based on fairness, just who is top dog. We have spent our whole life in America to believe that being top dog is the place to be, I am no different. Thus, why I have survived this long. Kissing ass works for most, but real money, real power and real fun begins; when you crush your opponent…. That is why I was so successful in the corporate world…

People are scrambling…

People are “wishy washing” back and forth. I am seeing democrats selling out left and right to their recent stands they took. I see republicans running into trees and walls as they try to figure out what kind of republican Trump is. The fact is Trump is not any of the above, Trump is Trump and he wants control of the most powerful spot on earth. I knew that and he would not be Trump if he acted any different…

Trump puts America first, his family next and as long as he sits on top. He will do okay with his own persona…. Yes that means America will have to come to grips with a Putin style leader. Russians have long expected and endorsed a leader to lead them for his life and Russians do not consider that a bad thing. Putin has Russia at heart, Trump has America at heart and we have been brainwashed to think that one man or woman as leader for life is a terrible thing. But it is not…

A terrible thing is when thousands of Hitler and Napoleon wannabees are allowed rein to destroy all around them. That is a bad system and that is what America had become; Napoleon’s backyard and Hitler’s dreams come true. Too many bosses, make a souffle collapse…. and Obama was never a boss and thus destroyed what was left of the system…

The world had gotten use to a country that was so powerful, but never kept its word about literally anything. That becomes comfort in an odd way and now the world has to adapt to a stronger presence, maybe (time will see,) in the White House at DC…

Therefore America is…

Chaos and chaos takes a strong person to keep a rein. Strange; America has become exactly what we fought against all our lives. America has become the Old Soviet Union, just with a modern twist. And as ex-Soviets will tell you, “Life was really very good most of the time in the CCCP!”

Freedom has become lost in America, it hides under a facade of Freedom. We just do not know how to get out from behind that fake wall. America needs a strong hand reining her in.  For if we do not have that person, we have what we see now. Everyone going in twenty different directions, all trying to grab a share of that pie!

Time will tell!

Have a good day! Go long on popcorn…

WtR