I honestly believe that America has taken the wrong path and that path is to her demise. We went through the terrible growing pains of a great nation and a nation that was built upon real values and morals. In God we trust and liberty, prayer, freedom, morality, compassion and all that good meaning conceptions, was our life, in thoughts and actions. Then something happened and we became the polar opposite, not just in mind and actions, but in morals, soul and spiritual; Like a creeping virus, America became what we fought against in the past. We became the Evil Empire that we so despise in our past…
Just had to say, “Dog in Fog!”
At sunrise about 5 am, Boza and I walked to the mist in the distance. It was so much fun and it swirled as we walked amongst the birch trees and pines. Boza scared up a few foxes and I waved my walking stick of death at some grouchy ravens…
Actually, as Winston was aware, the chocolate ration was to be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty at the end of the present week. All that was needed was to substitute for the original promise a warning that it would probably be necessary to reduce the ration at some time in April.
As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames.
“1984,” Orwell – Read the book pdf (>>>> 1984 – just for you – right here <<<<)
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…
I am standing at the top of our mountain. It is not a big mountain and really is not a mountain. But Russians like to call land high up a mountain, just like they call all tornadoes and high winds hurricanes. So I stood on a mountain today, the same mountain I stand on everyday since I have been in the village and looked out over the valley. The valley that this once simple, but beautiful monastery guarded over…
Ron McGerity, a 60-year-old American who has been living in Geneva, traveled at least 120,000 kilometers (75,000 miles) over the past 15 years, visiting 61 countries along the way. The cyclist died on Thursday in a hit-and-run accident in Russia’s central Ivanovo region, located some 254 kilometers (157 miles) from Moscow…
The Palestinians are not the cowards, not the issue nor the instigator….
We (American people) are the cowards, we are the head in the sand Ostrich and the blinder wearing horses, so that we do not have to face reality…
For “WE” allow our federal administration and government and the soulless persons running it, who are laced with obsequiousness, to continue to feed goodies to the “Apartheid State of Israel,” without a word of real protest against the openly and unashamedly extreme cruelty pressed upon Gaza, visible to all with eyes, ears or any senses to comprehend with…
“You know, they’re schemers: Schemers trying to control their worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are…You know what, you know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan: Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that like a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it’s all part of the plan.” Heath Ledger’s Joker, the Dark Knight, 2008.
“They did not repent of their murders, their sorcery, their immorality, or of their thefts.” Revelations
There will be no such event called the Third World War as humanity is still playing out World War I, World War II and the Cold War. The leaders referenced in the title of this article are, or will be, the primary instigators for continued waves of carnage around the globe. Their statements, executive decisions and political/milita
I found the Mill Site and found the Mill Stone
This is an update on the millstone that I found. To be exact it is the top-stone of two and I have yet to find the bottom stone. Most likely the bottom stone being much heavier and thicker, has sunk deep into the earth or beneath the rubble of the building foundation. Which by the way, the foundation is monastery era brick…
I was forced against the wall with attacks again coming from the USA. They tried to take me off-line a dozen times in the last week and many more before then. Part of surviving is an efficient website template and a cache system. I decided to step back to the basics and build a template from scratch and install a cache plugin…
The template for WordPress is called by me: “Coffee my Dear Watson!”
Yesterday our Volga got a surprise front end replacement?
I and Sveta had planned to buy a certain part and replace a certain part. This made sense to her and it was the way I did things back in America. We found a guy a few weeks ago who said that he would sell us the part we needed for 5000 rubles and take 5000 rubles to install it…
This was fair and actually cheaper than anyone else. Everyone would get the new bushings and a couple of small pieces and do the job. They were still fair in price and we almost had a few of them do the work. It just did not seem to congeal and the work never got done. Then along came a man told to us by my Village buddy (I call him Vova, almost like the car Volvo!), named Andrew. Andrew was a quiet man and works at the hospital in the big village. He is one of the drivers for the ambulances and on his day off he would do the work. He works 24 hours on and 24 hours off…
For 10,000 rubles, we had assumptions of replacing just the lower control arm of the driver’s side of the car and was happy to get it done for I did not have the equipment to do the job. Then when we got to his shade tree spot, that he works at, within the hospital grounds, we got a surprise…
He planned to drop the whole front end out of our car and he had already pulled the front end from one of his 5 donor cars (That you see next to ours in the top picture.) and swap it out. Twelve stubborn bolts later, out fell our front end and then it was time for a break (Sveta bought candy cars for everyone) and back to work…
Andrew and his dad working on our car…
This whole exercise caught us off guard, for I was close to doing the job myself and I was just going to rebuild the part that was bent. As it turned out, Andrew was a godsend and saved us much long-term issues, that would arise if the front had not been replaced. The front end that was installed in the front of our car came from the village, a village that never sees road salt or road deicer, such as we get in Moscow and Moscow area. Front ends, as well as body parts hardly corrode in the villages and we got almost a new complete piece of equipment. Which allowed him just to swap the thing out, which is a whole bunch easier as I could tell. The front end is definitely a modular device and as with almost everything on a Volga, it is designed to repair on the side of the road, if need be and be repaired with regular tools that anyone has…
The new front end is from a model 3110 Volga about 2004, so it was much newer than our 1999 Volga. We also are going to see about finding a much newer style front end and replace it again in a year or so. Our front end is a kingpin style suspension and we can bolt in a newer ball joint style suspension as easy as pie after this one went in. The truth is after all the work he did, the newer one would go in very easy now. Sammy the Volga fought him all the way, as all her bolts were corroded and many had to be broken and or torch cut…
All in all it was a fun and informative experience. I got to watch a very good shade tree mechanic at work and watched as he built and modified what tools he needed to do the job. I watched a man who knew everyone in the village and he knew who to go to to get parts that he needed…
Normally I do all my own work, so it was hard just to sit and watch, but I realized that this was out of my abilities, for a Volga is still a Russian car and my past is American cars and parts. This was better left to the guys who know about these cars…
Sveta had a blast and I explained everything they did to her. She like any good girl, listened and acted like she cared! What a girl I have and she is just plain wonderful. She called me today from Moscow, as her train arrived safely and now Boza and I are bachelors again…
At least our “Sammy the Volga” is safe to drive again…
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…