My thought as I walked this Victory Day morning in the Tiny Russian Village…

In the lands of forged reality, the past, present and future are the treated the same as a stratagem of pretense. The pretense is considered utmost, which places the certitude of reality and truth as irrelevant. It’s the gibberish that creates nightmares for the sane of us and dreams of grandeur for the psychotic among us…

I just read a Tweet that….well read it yourself…

Now if that does not let you see black and white as how the twist is being done against the world. Then you are helpless against the lies being spewed…

But I guess Russia? Oh Well! What does truth matter?

WtR

About the Author

Russian_Village

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.