Windows to Russia

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In America, what ever happens is the worst, the best, the happiest, the terriblest, the baddest and or the anything’est on this planet Earth. So it proved my point of what I say about the “Empire of Chaos.” We have a snow fall and we call it, “Snowmageddon and or Snowzilla!”

The people in Canada and Northern USA, like North Dakota, are seriously wondering if the brunt of America has lost their minds and a government acting like rabbits in terror, does not help anything. Lets not even talk about Russia and what they have to put up with…

I guess that is the point…

The Empire of Chaos strikes again and now we can slice that GDP and say, “It is not our fault!” and we pass some sneaky legislation and look the other way as we use it to make the rich richer and politicians more powerful as the Chaoszilla snowstorm ravages the East Coast and wipes out huge swaths of humanity in a single swoop of death…

Lies and more lies and we eat it up like a kid in a candy store…

WtR

“It ain’t over till the fat lady sings!”

This is not just political claptrap when I say this: We are at war, this will escalate in the Middle East into a larger regional war. We may have a pause for a year, or maybe two years, then war in Korea, Sea of Japan, then Europe, then nukes…

That Fat Lady is finishing her song as you read this and how long she is able to keep that last musical note going is up to her…

We have analyzed to death the corruption leading up to this ignorance of existence. Yes, all wars are banker wars. So very few, truly deserve death in wars, but the majority like us, take those casualties. Get those dried and or canned beans, weapons and bullets, a way to purify water (bleach works,) to live off the land if need be. Make an effort to get to know your neighbors. If they have guns, remember such basic information for the future…

Vova has a double barrel shotgun; I know where he keeps it and I know where he keeps his shells for it. I must know and always know…

The nukes are going to fly within a few short years and then there will no time to prepare. Chance favors the prepared, nothing is guaranteed. Except a chance of redemption if we en-mass crush the stupidity we elect to office, and remove them. But since we elected that stupidity, we get what we deserve…

These new proposed war powers (WAR) means the politicians know a very large escalation is inevitable. Will it be used domestically for martial law? Probably; Will it be used to round up people? Yes, many if need be; There is a time to speak out against war, who causes it and why and then there is a time to merely make sure your family survives…

We all must start fighting; One can still fight for freedom locally in war, but one doesn’t have to be expressive with their mouth, one must be wise, knowledgeable and alert. You can be scared and still fight…

Governments will take no chances when the casualties start to mount after they beat back the resistance. No attempt to minimize casualties will be made. No attempt to defend the innocent will matter. Rule of law will finally be buried. The government has billions of rounds of ammunition for this very purpose. Most here have enough brains to know what that means…

Mankind will survive and come out the other side, rebuilding a republic, learning from the pain. It is worth for me and the ones close to me to attempt to survive.

Go for long walks, clear your mind and get your body in shape. Be prepared to fight if you must, for what and who you love. I want a safe and free world, but we have used the word freedom and perverted it to evil means and ways, but right now I have no real say in the outcome, but after the dust clears, that will change. My conscious is clear, I did what I could when I could and I am now going to take care of my family and friends here in Russia…

Having lived war, seen war and held men dying in my arms; I hate war with a passion, but people seem to be obsessed with war and killing…

WtR

Chaos…

The Empire of Chaos is my new name for what I have been calling The Western Empire; The Western Empire name is actually taken as it is also known as the Western Roman Empire, or the western part of the Roman Empire. The name is also too mild for the Empire of death and evil and since Chaos was the beginning in mythology and Chaos means: “Complete disorder and confusion!”

The above statement goes perfect with a country like America; whom thinks they are the beginning of all righteousness and rules with totally unadulterated CHAOS…

Therefore, I shall adjust my thoughts and we have now been given the best name for the latest empire to terrorize the world as we know it. The name I have accepted for the west as they call themselves on the planet we call Earth is…

The Empire of Chaos…

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Yesterday I made Tuna Casserole…

I took a can of water based tuna, a pack of cheese crackers, a small pack of mayo, a small chunk of Colby cheese and salt, pepper, garlic and mixed all together in a bowl, using the moisture from the tuna can only. Once stirred thoroughly, I put in a throwaway bake pan and baked it on the bottom 25 minutes and top and bottom another 5 minutes…

I used what I had and when it was done, I ate every last bit of what you see in the image…

Oh My! It was so good and then I moaned about being stuffed the rest of the day… 😉

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Tonight Boza and I watched the sunset. It was cold and it was windy and it was wonderful…

The air is softer and the wind is from the south. This is important for we will now get warmer, like -5 C. instead of -35 C. The frost has actually been blown out of the trees and it just feels warm to me. Boza liked it and we just walked 20 minutes and felt no repercussions, like we do at -30 C. or so. It is strange to look at -20 C. as a good temperature and -10 C. as a heat wave. I am starting to understand Siberian people and how they look at the weather…

Heat is easier to cool down from than cold is to heat up from. The energy required to heat a home at -30 C. is unbelievable, but even at +38 C. a fan will allow you to survive. But the energy required to run a fan is a far cry from the energy to heat with…

Just a thought of mine! And could you image the energy required to stay warm at -80 C. ?

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Vova and I are waiting to get our roads plowed, but it looks like more snow is coming and thus, no plowing of the roads. They refuse to plow if it snows. They will only plow if no snow is in the forecast for at least a week. Not going to happen too often…

The 80 year old babushka in the White House does not care if they ever get plowed. She puts on her skis as she did today and walks to the nearest village. Today she went to get her 10 liters of weekly milk and she goes to get it, no matter what is happening in the world. She is one tough old bird… 😉

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Vova has his lights on tonight; and that means he is feeling better. I have been worried and today after he got his nitro yesterday and slept soundly for a day. He seems to be doing good. I just hope he does not over do it and keeps things cool for a few more days. He went rabbit hunting and got cold. That is what got him and I remember that he had pneumonia a few years ago and I worry. We are a long way from civilization…

But I know that Vova feels like I do. If you die out here in the Russian Village; You die free, happy and on your own terms!

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I thanked Sveta last night and I told her to thank her mother. They allow me to live in this village. The home was bought by Sveta’s mother many years ago and the family faded from using the home after Misha Sveta’s son grew up. I came along and found heaven in a Tiny Russian Village. I realized today with a fervor, that if I died tomorrow, I have lived a full life and ended up in a village that loves me as much as I love it…

Sveta’s family accepts me somewhat; I know that the only member of Sveta’s family that I care to accept me is Sveta’s mother. That I care about and it looks like she does, but she is better if I do not become present to much. She is a nervous type intellect, extremely intelligent and a very kind person. She looks at all the images I post and has been amazed and astounded at what the winter looks like here in the Tiny Russian Village…

They never dreamed that someone could live here all winter. It never crossed their minds and they only looked at the place as a summer only situation. So they are watching and learning that winter is a dream come true in the village. Sveta has experienced it personally for the first time this year. She loved it and never comprehended that winter was feasible here in the village…

I worry about the situation with Russia and America. I do not want to leave Russia under any circumstances. It is getting nasty from the USA side and sooner or later, Russia will react. Sad and more sad…

Oh and I want to thank all the people who donated. I will easily keep the blog online with our host and did not have to take from the budget money to eat and live on…

Have a nice day…

WtR

I am just going to let the images talk for themselves. The trees are covered in a super frost…

This morning after a clear as a bell sky! The moon was big and bright and it got cold, damn cold…

Boza and I walked and I could not keep my eyes from freezing shut. My eyes watered and eyelashes froze together, needless to say after about an half hour of fighting that kind of cold, we both decided that life was better inside where the fireplace was going…

It is so wonderful and so beautiful and so exhilarating. It is heaven to me…

The images talk for themselves…

WtR

All but one taken this morning as Boza and I attempted to walk…

Stunningly beautiful, if not brutal at the same time…

WtR

I spent two hours this morning with Vova. He called Sveta last night and told her that his family had misplaced his nitro spray when they visited before the New Year. He had very old pills of nitro and they were not doing the job. I had given him a nitro spray a few months back, but it seems to be gone. I have extra, for nitro is my life saver and this morning I grabbed an extra I keep, some food (kielbasa, salo, chicken and such) and two packs of cigarettes that I store aside for Vova. He is out of cigarettes and that is most likely part of his issues…

So with a care package in hand, I staggered up the hill through what had to be 10 foot drifts. I had to crawl and scoot myself over much of the way and finally made it to the top of the hill. No snowshoes or skies is rough. skis and snowshoes just float on top. Vova was asleep, but I made him get up. I had to make sure he was okay…

He used the spay immediately and in about 15 minutes he started to come to life. I then gave him everything else after he was doing good. We checked his blood pressure and his sugar levels and everything was messed up and high. He saw the cigarettes and I thought he would cry, he hugged me ten times and then got down to business of sending me home with supplies of his own, that he has extra of. He had a sack already to go before I got there…

cabbage

I was given a cabbage and that is a part of this story that I will tell more of…

There is a woman who loves Vova very much; she would do anything for him and as in most cases of life, Vova likes her, but love is not the issue with him. Vova loves the summer fling he had with the rich girl…

Last night Boza and I were woke up with Boza starting to bark. We looked out and saw a person walking up the hill on skis. Moon is full and the sky is clear so seeing was no issue…

I thought, “Oh, someone to drink with Vova! Crazy person!” Drunks feel no cold…

This morning I find out that the person was the girl from Marjara (spelled like it sounds) and she had brought bread, cabbage and special jams to Vova. All from her garden or stock. She did not have access to something like nitro (no pharmacy in her village) and most people do not keep enough for themselves, much less extra…

She came and went and did not stay all night and the issue here is that when she walked several kilometers it was -27 Celsius or -16.6 Fahrenheit. She tried to help Vova, for he was calling out for help and she did help him. He was fed and tucked away for the night, warm and safe…

Then it struck me about how this woman came all the way from a village across the river and many kilometers away. It seems that the term love is not strong enough in this case and then I thought about many Russians I know and they seem to all be willing to go that extra mile for friends…

I wish Vova could feel about this girl, the same as she does about him…

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Vova is doing good and Boza and I ate a good meal, now we are going to stay warm. It is still -24 and brutally windy and fridged. Smart animals stay hidden and warm. Boza and I are going to be smart animals today. Tonight will be colder, Vova says that it will be -33 and get ready. He has a thermometer that reads down to -50 C. and at the time I was there, it was almost -30 then…

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I got a big cabbage, more potatoes, small thing of jam and two loaves of bread to take home. So this woman carried food for both Vova and I to be exact. I realized that Vova had this food in another sack waiting to get it to me…

Want to know something? (As a tear runs down my face!)

I have a sweetie who would walk through all this snow for me and back. I realize that and while I would do the same for her, I have never had anyone care about me that much before. I also have a friend who cares if I live or die. In fact several friends now and that is something, I never had in America…

I am a rich man with friends and loved ones in Russia!

WtR

But keep them to myself most of the time anymore…

No one wants to hear the truth and no one desires the truth. We have stepped off the precipice many years ago and since the chasm at the foot of the mountain is so deep, it takes time to hit as an ending…

We are not just falling from the top, we are falling into the yawning huge canyon of life and the bottom can not be seen. Therefore, we are feeling like it is all okay, as we fall in what seems to be am endless dream…

I love this planet we are on! This has to be one of the pride and joys of Gods creations and I am sure there are many out there, rotating around many of the trillions and trillions of stars that make up our universe…

I believe that our solar system is just a tiny fleck in our universe, but our universe we live in is just a tiny fleck in a bigger verse. There is no end and no beginning, for the “chicken or the egg riddle” has no meaning in the life of the cosmoses…

Energy is all that matters and energy never is destroyed. Energy just trans-places, transfers, and or simply put; Energy just is and will always be available, it just changes its face to suit the needs for its own desires…

We are a silly race of creatures that seem to be so shortsighted that we are literally incapable of seeing what is beyond our noses. It seems that we are getting less desiring of the stars and more embracing of secular material…

Good and evil is an interesting Hollywood concept; but I have yet to see much difference in humans when it comes to the overall picture. Everyone has their vices and everyone has their dreams and everyone has their morals laid bare at times. Under all facades is the same core person and I have yet to see but a few a humans that did not sell out the rest when the going gets tough. I do not mean car wreck tough, I do not mean hurricane tough, I do not mean earthquake tough. I simply mean; When we are looking at the Gates of Hell (being Hell whatever your version is to you,) you will sell your first born, second born and or soul, to keep from going there. There are some of us who have been to the Gates of Hell and have fought to crawl back as so many took the easy way out and gave up what makes them human…

Humans have the capacity to be incredible. We just do not realize our capacities and instead of developing our abilities, we expand our deficits and try to act like we have accomplished something good in life. If we simply lived life with nature, we would accomplish a much higher plain of encumbrance, with higher intellects. maybe we will survive to see such an era, but I think we have tried several times in the last eons and have failed miserably every time…

War rules the Earth and until we remove the Gods of War (Ares – Aris,) we will never so daylight or even a simple sunrise for what it is…

A simple fact has been expelled from our minds and replaced with dribbling data fluctuations; Chaos reigns on earth and little unbeknownst to most humans, mankind at one time believed “Chaos” was the beginning of all that we know and see. It seems that at one time, we looked at Chaos as the beginning of the universe and now I see Chaos as the ending of our universe, if we do not reign it in and control it…

Just not sure we even have the capacity to control Chaos; for Chaos is who begat us and unless the student can master the master; we are doomed…

Believe what you may, but all Gods are the same and all Gods come from one or the same. God is the same all over the world, as is the Devil himself. We have choices top make and those choices are what make or break our lives…

I believe in God, but I have a twist inside of me that realizes that God is plural, not singular, for even God came from somewhere, someone, somehow and we, while in his image, are a far cry (many stairs to climb) from those that we call God(s)…

We should never have stopped reaching for the stars…

WtR

Sveta worked a deal and bought me a set of snowshoes yesterday. She found a guy who bought these snowshoes new two years ago for their dacha and never used them. They are perfect for what I need and are an older style of a Canadian type snowshoe…

I found the same shoe online at http://www.namdalsavisa.no/diverse/den-store-trugetesten/s/1-75-1083718 and they run 1598 kroner, which is $231. Now that I would never pay, but; $50 was a deal. Sveta found the guy and got the shoes and sent me an image of the shoes. Now I think that this is my birthday gift for several years… 😉

Actually due to people sending donations to cover the $120 hosting fee for a year, we were able to have extra money to buy something of a necessity. Now that deserves a big thanks to all who have donated to keep Windows to Russia online. I also want to thank all the people who send e-mails of support and do not have the money to send. Everyone who reads is important, unless you wanna hate and threaten our lives. Therefore, thank you for any support given. I know money is tight all over the world…

In Russia these would be considered a hunting style of shoe and since most people here use skis, there are not too many snowshoes around. Russians from what I understand are trained in school to use skis and special walking/hiking skis are the norm…

I grew up with snowshoes…

WtR

Boza came to life at around 4:30 a.m. and started to bark. I grabbed my coat, boot and therm pants. We ran outside to see what was invading our space…

We found tracks near the outhouse and followed them. Small tracks of something hopping. Boza was hot on its trail and the snow was flying as we ran through the yard. Then on one of my paths I cut for Boza, we surprised a huge wood rat. He was trying to do his ratty business in our yard and left us a little pee spot, plus a solid or two of waste product. With a squeal and literally a scream, he shot down our path, with Boza barking on its tail…

Now I am here to tell you that I have watched Boza leaping from spot to spot and I call it the rabbit hop. This rat hit the deep snow and he hopped just like Boza does. What came next was cool. He went through the fence like the fence was not there. This was a huge rat, I mean fat and sassy (he looked as big as an elephant at the time it happened.) As you can see from the photo, he went through the chain link hole. I am amazed at how rats and mice can squeeze through such tiny holes. The fence did not even move or twang as it passed through. This was a fat rat… 😉

I know this is the wood rat that has been under our house several times and he ran into the neighbor’s yard and disappeared. Looks like we need to get ourselves a rat and remove him from existence. They will tear up a house quick. He comes from the little community trash dump nearby and I am sure that food is getting scarce in that tiny dump area…

Boza is sleeping now, but I have to say that his nose knows when something is in the yard…

Just thought I would pass on what Boza and I do for fun in the Tiny Russian Village…

WtR

Life is fragile and let it down and it will get you. In the Russian Village as in any village far away from society, life will catch you unaware and surprise you. This is on my mind because Vova has not appeared for a day and his lights were off all night long. I must drudge through the snow to his home. It snowed all night and now the drifts are 6 to 7 feet deep. Therefore it is time to make a social visit to Vova…

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Life is a full time job here in the Tiny Russian Village. You have to prepare for anything to happen. If the electricity goes out; well it could be weeks before it comes back on. The well freezes and you have to chop a hole to get water. Wood from the wood pile does not carry itself and you must constantly carry wood. Boza wants to play and run and you must try to accommodate his wishes also. You have to keep yourself from getting too hot and sweating outside and at the same time; keep yourself from getting too cold. You have to adjust as the Tiny Russian Village gets smaller and smaller everyday, for the snow is getting deeper and deeper, everyday…

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When I cook, I cook for two or three meals at a time. The skillet above is full of potatoes, carrots, kielbasa and onions. I ate a third of it, with the help of Boza of course, and will eat more later today. Looks like three meals in this skillet…

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The 4×4 you see belongs to Vova and it has a bad alternator. I just communicated with someone about how people seem to hate to fix things, they simply buy new instead. This is an example, but besides Vova has his Niva for getting girls, he says. (I have a girl and she is nice and sweet!) This truck is the answer to the issues here in the village, Vova has all papers for the truck and I think if the price is correct, like almost free, case of vodka, a please let me have it, then I can work on it in the spare time during the summer and next winter have a way to get around. It needs some minor work and a new set of tires. If I can swing the money and not destroy my budget, (to terribly bad,) then it is what Sveta and I need. It will crawl through very deep snow and get us to civilization…

Sometimes we have to buy what is a necessity and in this case, this truck would solve huge issues…

Probably never happen, because money is tight for this American and even the dirt cheap trips we use to take, have become out of reach in price. The world is crashing as people look around and ask, “What Happened?”

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All my cut paths are gone. The snow has drifted in and they smoothed over. I see at least an extra foot of snow this morning and getting around is tough. Sveta is trying to work a deal for snowshoes, but that is in the city, where deals can be made. She has found a set of very expensive snowshoes owned by a Muscovite, who has never used them and never will, and she can possibly get them for like 4000 rubles ($50) and they are made for big men and less than a third of what they cost right now in the store. She is looking for skies for her and maybe she has some at her moms house? This is one of those budget destroying items that becomes a necessity and since she wants to come down in February, I will be able to use them through March…

Sveta and I decided that as we can afford such luxuries, we buy what will last and not cheap. Items have to last for many years, not one season. The fact that these snowshoes are cheap is a plus benefit and why we have to try to get them. They are quality…

Lucky the paths are easy to redo as the snow is dry and light!

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I had to smile at an e-mail I got from an office in Washington, D.C, “How do you like the cyber attacks, you unpatriotic POS? We have more to send your way!”

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I responded, “Good and please pass my site around to the rest of your cronies! It is good for rankings! But hey why would you call me a Point of Sale (POS?) or do you mean it in the way of Urban Dictionary type of language! But thanks anyway, however you mean it…”

You have to wonder how they can send hate from a DC office and such, but when I complain and send the facts, I am ignored and they, those who are suppose to care about such hatefulness, look the other way… 😉

WtR