June 22 is coming and I had returned from the trip to Spain and Portugal. King Juan-Carlos had just abdicated his throne to his son, Felipe. Two events dominated the newsreel: Madrid and Ukraine. There was quite a number of Americans on the trip and they all asked me what I thought about Ukraine. I had no comment. Leonardo Da Vinci once said:
- Never say the truth at the wrong time, place and to the wrong audience.
June 22 is coming all right and OEN is my audience. I still remember. Once before I named my article that way (see above). Now, more than ever I have to remember because the poltergeist of Nazism had been revived and is roaming over the same areas it once attacked on June 22, at 4 am. It is a very memorable day in our family. On that day my father, then a boy, survived the German bombing by a miracle and on the same day in Y2009 he died.
I watched the G7-summit in Spain. That was really a dance macabre. Mr. 'Rabbit' Yatzenuk stood among those jackals, visibly troubled. He understood his role of a marionette puppet but he also knew what happened to the other marionettes once they were discarded, whether in Vietnam or Libya. He understood that he was not among the Magnificent Seven but among the Degenerate Ones. In any moment they could turn into werewolves and swallow him raw. He was visibly scared.
And then there was Normandy. I watched the British TV when they announced that the D-day had 'turned the tide of war'. Suddenly I felt like an old man - very tired and helpless. Is it worth it to try to stop those lies? Is it worth it to say again and again that by June 1944 Russia was winning the war unconditionally, that Allies just wanted not to let the Russians take over the whole Europe, that there were 37 German divisions over the Atlantic fortifications while the Allies had about 100 with full supremacy in the air. No, that does not diminish the feat of the private soldier, not a bit. True warriors are never afraid of the truth. But all the TV stations roar the same and the crowd follows suit; who cares for the truth, let's drink to the Big Lie.
Gods are just and they turn our joyful sins into the tools of punishment. This is a brilliant phrase from an old book. I watched the British TV from Barcelona, the capital of Catalonia (Catalunia in Catalan) which was going to vote for the secession from Spain. Turned out that 'blood and guts' did not work; that Franco dictatorship did not mold the new Spaniards; it only put a lid on the very old fire. Now the lid crumbles. The funny part of it is that now it is definitely unfair: the Catalans are purely selfish; inside of the EU grid they feel secure enough to betray the whole history of the country; but now EU doesn't seem to care. In 1936 the unity of Spain was the main pro-Franco argument of the Western powers in the League of Nations; then he was their hero and their savior. They promoted the ultra-nationalist Falanga Espanol then as now they promote the Pravy Sector-the Neo Nazis in Ukraine. Now the territorial integrity of Ukraine under the Neo-Nazis is suddenly a necessity while Spain can come to pieces; who cares but the tourists?
'There is a blue, cloudless sky over the whole Spain." Those words broadcasted by the radio was a signal for the Franco matinee in 1936. Spain was the first big fascist playground. The brown plague could be stopped easily and swiftly then and if that had happened - we would not have had the WWII, we would not have had the Holocaust, and we would not have had the death of all European life in Auschwitz as Sebastian Vivar Rodriguez stated so eloquently.
Spanish Republic was legitimately proclaimed and Franco was an outlaw. He brought Moroccan forces with him, the people he deceived and abused-and they fought for him, committed atrocities for him and died for him.
The matinee was easy to crush. Before Germany sent it legion Condor and its bombers, before Mussolini sent his motorized corps there was only a bunch of generals and the Moroccan troops. Spanish Republican government addressed the League of Nations and asked for help. In response they got a middle finger. That same middle finger we now see frequently when the good financial folks of the world had worked out a deal to swallow someone raw. That symbol is on their flag; the middle finger with a big golden ring on it.
Turned out there was a deal and the labels were assigned: Franco was deemed a staunch conservative and a pious person while the liberal technocrats of the Spanish Republic were labeled communists and radicals. The real reasons-tungsten and copper to feed the Hitler's war, the permanent ownership of the Gibraltar for the English, the restoration of the Catholic Church power - all of that was not discussed.
France had a socialist government at that time but it cooperated with the middle-finger policy nonetheless. It cooperated even when the German bombers based on the Franco-controlled territory bombed the French border outposts. They did nothing. Time will come and lieutenant Blum, son of then Prime-Minister Leon Blum of France, will find himself in a German concentration camp together with the former Spanish republican leader, Largo Caballero; the spirals of history truly work in mysterious ways.
The same folks strangle the Ukraine now as strangled the Spanish Republic then. The labels are assigned again; fluffy folks in Kiev who are all 'pro- West' and 'terrorists' in Donbass, the ones who are 'pro-Russian'. Neo-Nazis in Kiev are now the good guys and we all should love them once again. The same way as French media in 1936 howled, "France cannot have reasonable relations with Germany with the Jew (Leon Blum -- MS) at the helm," now the western media howls, "Putin supports the separatists against the pro-Western government in Kiev." I guess if the government in Kiev was socialist there would have been another matter. But of course, it would have never happened: the roles had been assigned long before and even 'Rabbit' Yatzenuk knows that.
It is Madrid and Ukraine once again and it is on my watch now. A man does not choose his times, neither does he choose his strength. A man is tested and the test never ends. To feel free a man has to find his ground and stand on it. I had found mine.
On this fateful day of June 22, I solemnly swear to keep my love and hate focused. I love the independence of the nations and I hate the people becoming the nations of servants. I love justice for all and I hate hypocrisy. I love the free labor and I hate when people are treated as 'labor force'. I have my vision and that vision tells me that my former country of Ukraine had been overrun by thugs who sometimes come back when conjured by the middle-finger folks, who hadn't changed a bit since 1936. But I am still here. And I am not alone.