Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
”I hope they went in with the idea of killing him, not capturing him. We needed to take this guy out. And I know that’s what the executive order said." --Sen. Saxby Chambliss (source)
This order to kill not capture reminds me of a very personal episode from my life.
In 1989 the Ceausescu couple was caught and executed by firing squad after a so-called "trial" that lasted 4o minutes, sentencing and execution included. No witnesses were allowed and no public was present.
It was a mocking of justice and I remember even the lawyer they had appointed by the so called "court" started his plea by accusing them of genocide. Don't get me wrong, they were guilty as hell and even more, me and my 22 million countrymen rejoiced and celebrated in the streets like Americans when Bin Laden was killed - the only difference was Ceausescu secret police who didn't believed their boss was dead were still shooting at us from the rooftops.
At the moment and considering the circumstances everybody was happy to see the evil midget and his mad genius wife (that's what we use to call them) riddled with bullets. But on that Christmas Day in 1989 justice was NOT served, and least we knew - we paid dearly and 22 years later we're still paying because of it.
Turned out the people who ordered the quick execution were second in line communists posing as "revolutionaries" and used the popular uprising as a coup d'etat to grab the power for themselves. This is why while in all other Eastern European countries the revolutions of 1989 ended up by bringing to power true democratic anti-communist regimes, it took Romania another 15 years and 3 election cycles to get rid of the corrupt regime of communist apparatchiks turned "capitalists". And 22 years later, it is still not over; today they still form the largest opposition Party, have a hold on huge chunks of the Romanian economy and corrupt everything they touch. Kind of like the George Soros Democrats in the US.
I forgot to mention the Ceausescu couple personal Swiss bank accounts holding an estimated $400 million US Dollars he made from depositing gold, skimming payments for exported goods and selling ethnic Germans from Transylvania to the German government were never found. Amazing coincidence though, a couple of very important characters who used to be in Ceausescu's entourage but during the revolution turned on him and were instrumental in his quick execution became very successful business people in less than months after Ceausescu's demise. They purchased hotels, steel mills, pharmaceutical companies, merchant ships, thousands of acres of farm land, newspapers and TV stations - everything they could lay their hands on during the privatization of the formerly socialist economy, they purchased with cash and today they are very important politicians and power players in Bucharest.
Quite amazing feat for people who before Ceausescu's demise were living on the equivalent of $200/month government employee salaries.
So please excuse my doubts when I say Obama's order to kill not capture smells fishy to me. You don't order the outright assassination of a man who holds so many secrets that can be vital to the security of your country when you have a good opportunity to capture him - unless you have your own secrets related to that man and want him to be silent.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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Friday, April 22, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
This is literally beyond sick...I just can't believe this crap is happening in America:
My blood is boiling with anger because this strikes me at a very personal level.
-------"Jessica, 16, told KIRO Radio's Dori Monson Show that a week before spring break, the students commit to a week-long community service project. She decided to volunteer in a third grade class at a public school, which she would like to remain nameless." At the end of the week I had an idea to fill little plastic eggs with treats and jelly beans and other candy, but I was kind of unsure how the teacher would feel about that," Jessica said. She was concerned how the teacher might react to the eggs after of a meeting earlier in the week where she learned about "their abstract behavior rules." "I went to the teacher to get her approval and she wanted to ask the administration to see if it was okay," Jessica explained.Baskets in hand, children run to collect plastic eggs (or spring spheres) during the annual Easter (or Spring) egg hunt. (AP Photo)
"She said that I could do it as long as I called this treat 'spring spheres.' I couldn't call them Easter eggs......" More here
As many of you may already know, I was born and raised in communist Romania. During my military service I spent two Easter holidays aboard my ship, a submarine hunting frigate based in the Constanta harbor. For us conscripts the Easter Holidays were supposed to be joyful and plentiful because lots of parents, sisters and brothers were coming to visit us bringing with them traditional Romanian Easter food: roast lamb meat, drob (a meatloaf made from lamb liver and heart) sweet bread and of course the red dyed eggs and candles to for us to light up at midnight on Easter day as it is customary in our religion.
At the time the food served to the service members in the Romanian Navy was consisting of beans, rice, potatoes and pork fat, seven days a week. US Navy service members would probably go on general strike after eating stuff like that non stop for a month; but we ate it for two years and somehow managed to make it through without going nuts. So keep that in mind when I tell you our politruc (the Communist Party political kommissar in charge of the ship) was personally inspecting each bag, box or plate with Easter fare brought by the visiting relatives and was ordering crew members to peel off the red dyed egg shells and throw them and the Easter candles away before coming aboard. Not obeying his order was costing a the offending sailor a week in the slammer with nothing to subsist on but rye bread and water; but we still managed to smuggle intact eggs and candles aboard the ship using the unit courier bag.
You see, in his tiny communist brain, the red Easter eggs - which in Romanian Christian Orthodox tradition are symbolizing the blood spilled by Jesus on the cross, were a threat to the communist state security. We soldiers were not supposed to believe in any "Christian superstitions"; our blind faith and unquestioned obedience was to be unconditionally given only to the communist State and to the supreme commander, comrade Nicolae Ceausescu.
A couple of years later after I married, my wife told me the same thing was happening at her workplace - the Bank Of Savings (the one and only bank in Romania at the time). During Easter holidays, the politruc in charge of the branch she was working for was inspecting the lunch boxes of each employee hunting for the trouble making red dyed egg shells, exactly like the political officer on my ship.
Clearly, the separation line between the American liberal-democrats and the full fledged communist apparatchiks of the Soviet era is becoming blurrier and blurrier.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
It is a 3 episode miniseries totaling almost six hours of film that documents in the smallest detail the revolutionary years of the infamous left wing terrorist Ramirez Ilich Sanchez aka Carlos the Jackal.
For those of you who were too young or not even born yet when this name was on the frontpage of newspapers all around the world, Carlos was the Bin Laden of the 70's and 80's.
Here is his biography: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_the_Jackal
Carlos shared the same hate for capitalism and the Western civilization as the Islamists he worked for. His terror group was paid and supported not only by underground terrorist organizations in the Middle East but also by the dictators in charge of those countries: President Saddam Hussein of Iraq, Hafez Al-Assad of Syria and many others.
Carlos was also on the payroll of the KGB and even murdered two Romanian dissidents who worked for Radio Free Europe in Munchen, Germany at the direct order of the Romanian dictator Ceausescu.
It is very revealing to see in this movie how Carlos' revolutionary leftist ideals and grievances against the what he perceives as Western "imperialist" society are merging and matching perfectly with those espoused by his Islamic and communist employers.
You will see what happens to Carlos at the end of the movie when his Islamic friends don't find his services useful anymore. This could be a lesson from which today liberals and leftists who support Islamism and Sharia in the name of multiculturalism could learn something, if only they would have the ability to learn from history - which they don't.
You can rent the movie at Blockbuster or if you have a Netflix account you can watch it here
Even if you don't have an account at Netflix you can open one, watch all the movies you want then cancel the account before the end of the free 30 days.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The self-important Google schmuck and "60 Minutes" darling, Wael Ghonim, to whom many news networks in America point as the social networking guru behind the overthrow of the Egyptian government, was barred from the stage by Sheik Qaradawi, Egypt's new Islamic Fuhrer and spiritual leader of the Muslim Brotherhood. H/T Atlas Shrugs
Another leftist useful idiot who after paving the way for the global caliphate got thrown under the bus by the Islamic radicals he raised to power. He should be thankful he wasn't cut to pieces and fed to dogs.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I don't know how to begin...two days ago at 4:25 PM my faithful co-pilot who brushed with death three times before and was tougher and more resilient than the mythical Soviet soldier crossed over. The last mission we gave him was to meet and tell Once and Taz how much we love and miss them.
I'm crying. Sorry, time out.
He passed on the back seat of our old Mercedes, his favorite place in the entire world. Whenever it was not too hot outside I took him with me in the car from morning till afternoon while driving on business. Sitting in the back and putting his head on the armrest waiting for an ear scratch while I was driving - we always said he was our co-pilot or navigator. He liked it there so much that sometimes we parked the car downstairs in the garage and let him sleep there for hours. Then when we considered it was time to take him out of the car and into the apartment, he wouldn't budge - growling in protest and refusing to stand up. That was HIS place, and that's where I put him to sleep - the vet was kind enough to step out of the office and give him the shot right there in George's car, on his seat.
We won't enter too may details why we lost our big gentle (formerly crazy) boy. What initially was believed to be a spleen cancer after an ultrasound examination earlier today it proved to be a huge liver tumor. Both vets - the one who we used for years and the specialist reached the same conclusion: if we try to remove it he would probably die in surgery and if by some miracle he wouldn't the life expectancy would have been 1-2, maybe 3 weeks. They both agreed it surgery would have been useless.
So with heavy heart we decided to let him go. It is painful for us (you all know from your own losses) but it was better for George. He was 10 years, three months old. Half of his life abused and chained in the backyard by an idiot who didn't even wanted to say goodbye and pat him on the head when he surrendered him to us. My God, how bad was George stinking that New Year evening, we drove back home with all windows in the car open. Then, over the last five years lived with us he managed to overcome his antisocial behavior, to beat his twice-a-week epileptic seizures, to accept and respect our sweet Once as the pack leader, to survive a jump from the second floor or a mountain cabin, two amputations front and back legs in one year because of toe cancer and a prescription medication poisoning that was so violent and ugly for 10 days we thought there was no way he was gonna pull it over. Yet he did it, every time - like the legendary Soviet soldier from my wife's granddad story: under enemy machine gun fire, submerged under water with a cigarette lit in the corner of the mouth and still advancing toward the enemy positions. That kind of dog was George - nothing could stop him. Not even a closed door - you'll have to see the round door knob from the inside of our front door. When we moved in the door knob was round and shiny; now the metal is chewed and has craters in it like the surface of the moon; that's because George was trying to get through the door and be with me, his God - as my wife would say.
Crying time out again.
I don't know what else we can say. He never was intended to be our dog but we took him anyway because we believed if we didn't he would be put to sleep. Little by little he made room for himself in our hearts (at 133 lb he was a big dog, the Giantest Giant we ever saw so he needed lots of room) and when he left he also left us with that big empty space.
It is past 7 PM and about now it was time to take Georgie out for a walk. Sometimes I had to work late in the evening preparing for the next day of business and I was considering the evening walk with George as a chore interrupting me from finishing what I had to do. Now I realize how much I was mistaken. I already miss seeing George waiting at the door, jumping and grabbing the the leash in his mouth and telling me with his eyes "let's go already, what are you waiting for?"
My wife is with me on the phone right now as I'm writing. She's driving home from school and she just asked me "the house feels empty, isn't it?".
From my desk seat I look down on the floor at my feet and George isn't there anymore. The house is empty indeed. I'm going to lit a candle again.
Thank you George for being such a good and faithful friend.
Good bye, see you on the other side. We will love you forever.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Here is what I got in the mail today from Sen. Robert F. Kennedy Jr and the Natural Resources Defense Council:
Letter sample 1:
Letter sample 2:
Pretty straightforward message, eh? Give us money or Sarah Palin, her murdering friends...err...trophy hunters and her oil industry acolytes are gonna massacre the polar bears.
What were Obama and the liberal talking heads in the government media saying about being civil and toning down the rhetoric?
Monday, January 24, 2011
| CNN: Afghan infants fed pure opium |
Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan (CNN) -- In a far flung corner of northern Afghanistan, Aziza reaches into the dark wooden cupboard, rummages around, and pulls out a small lump of something wrapped in plastic.
She unwraps it, breaking off a small chunk as if it were chocolate, and feeds it to four-year-old son, Omaidullah. It's his breakfast -- a lump of pure opium.
"If I don't give him opium he doesn't sleep," she says. "And he doesn't let me work."
Aziza comes from a poor family of carpet weavers in Balkh province. She has no education, no idea of the health risks involved or that opium is addictive.
"We give the children opium whenever they get sick as well," she says, crouching over her loom. More here
| Paedophilia ‘culturally accepted in south Afghanistan’ H/T: Vlad |
Older, powerful men boosted their social status by keeping boys as sexual playthings and the practice was celebrated in song and dance, a military study claimed.
British officers in Helmand requested the study to help them understand the sexual behaviour of locals and Afghan comrades after young soldiers became uneasy they were being propositioned.
American social scientists employed to help troops understand the local culture reported that homosexual sex was widespread among the Pashtun ethnic group in southern Afghanistan.
Strict separation of men and women, coupled with poverty and the significant expense of getting married, contributed to young men turning to each other for sexual companionship.
“To dismiss the existence of this dynamic out of desire to avoid western discomfort is to risk failing to comprehend an essential social force underlying Pashtun culture,” the report said.
The study, called ‘Pashtun Sexuality’, said that as well as willing sex between young men, “boys are appreciated for physical beauty and apprenticed to older men for their sexual initiation”.
The practice of ‘bache bazi’ or boy play, is known throughout Afghanistan, but is particularly renowned in the city of Kandahar next to Helmand, where prepubescent boys are widely admired.
Western soldiers often report feeling unease at the attentions of their Afghan comrades, who are affectionate with each other and sometimes wear make-up. More here