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I listened to NPR and there some commenter called the women who blew themselves up in Baghdad as nuts. Ok. But when Stephan Lux killed himself in 1936 in the Hall of the League of Nations to draw attention to the Jews in Germany he was also called nuts. He should have blown himself up together with all those zombies. Then maybe he would now be called a Hero. As such no one remembers him. And how about rubber computers? That is not nuts? A self-powered computer per a hungry child, so that they forget about food driving the manual dynamos. You know, long ago in Russia we had a comedian who advised to tie a rope to the ballerina so that she generates electricity. Professor Negroponte wants just that. And nobody calls it nuts. 9. DeBillism. Bill Clinton and George Bush do not read books and surely do not peruse Russian media. Otherwise Bill would know that in Russia they have a popular poem where his name Bill is rhymed with a Debil. (stupid moron in Russian). George W. would know that there, in Russia they recently commenced a poll on what to do with him if he is captured and tried for his crimes. I don’t want to spoil the reader’s appetite by telling what suggestions were the most popular. Now, in 1993 an American lawyer Terry D (I retain the name because it does not matter here), a young man of about 28 was shot to death at Ostankino by the special Ops loyal to Yeltzin while pulling people to safety. According to the witnesses, ‘That hero pulled out 12 people before he was shot’. Meanwhile DeBill with his Hill had a royal dinner in the Kremlin fairly soon after those events. Among other things they ate ‘the moose brain’. Well, if only he read Mark Twin he would know that when Mark Twain and other ‘ Innocents Abroad’ visited Russian Emperor Alexander II, they were invited not to Kremlin, the sacred place of Russian culture but to one of the Tsar’s summer residences for a informal family tea party, sandwiches only. BTW, all the Royal family spoke fluent English. Mr. DeBill, I am afraid, would not be invited to the Tsar. Neither would Mr. Dubya (which in Russian means ‘I am stupid’). What a panoptic picture! 9. Songs. In the Fahrenheit 911 the US GIs pump themselves up with the loud rap music. Well, Julia Ward Howe surely would not recommend to use her Battle Hymn of the Republic here because ‘His truth is marching on’ would not fly here. ‘His truth is Shock and Awe?’ Sounds morbid. But we should know that those who have better battle songs always prevail and the Battle Hymn of the Republic was better than Dixie. The Holy War battle hymn of Russia was much better than Joerst Wessel rap of the SS and surely such lyrics as ‘I feel so happy when the grenade explodes’ could not provide spiritual support to the Vermacht. Nope, La Marseillaise is still much better than any English or German battle song and if the Iraqi and Afghani resistance gets its song from some their Julia Ward Howe- God Help us all. Listen to the music. 10. What they think about us. In Russia they now keep under arrest a man called Colonel Kvachkov. He is accused of masterminding the assassination attempt on certain Chubais, the energy baron. Colonel Kvachkov,a sturdy military man and an Orthodox Christian denies those charges. But he admits that he considers Russia as an occupied land and Chubais as a collaborator. He thus calls himself a POW. And you know whom he calls occupiers? Us. He calls us plunderers. He calls us all those names. And he is very revered there, in Russia, very. Something to talk about? 11. Was it necessary? How many people is it OK to kill? Our President said that Iraq was improving. How many people was it OK to kill for it? 100000? 500000? Was it necessary to kill them? And if your answer is 'yes' or 'maybe' or ‘it depends’, go back to the item #1 in this article. 12. References. GW in his speech mentioned Ukraine as an achievement of democracy. Great Ernest Hemingway once said a very relevant thing, referring to the rich people praising his novel, 'If those SOBs are happy with it something is wrong with it.' As if he knew GW in person. 13. I wonder if I wrote all of the above for nothing. Perhaps some fading flower then, Will come to life and bloom again.
A writer is a rogue goose. All other gees fly in a flock formation; every goose knows his place and time for honking. The rogue goose is undisciplined. He leaves the formation indiscriminately to have a look at it from aside. He roams back and forth, takes a peep at the leader, honks a little bit from behind, distracts everyone and writes on what he sees. Time passes and as he wants to return back to his place he discovers someone else there. Thus he either has to wait until they land for rest or join another flock in emigration. Those other birds could be cranes, storks or even crows. If he makes it he will become a rogue again. Whenever he goes and whatever he writes he never reaches a destination or enjoys a landing. There's only Kipling's God of Fair Beginnings and skies above and beyond. And the only way for a writer to make peace with the Deity is through the language of Poetry
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