Free Kiev

But tonight I would like to address my remarks particularly to this city and particularly to the Ukraine--a city and a republic that has meant so much to the Soviet Union and so much to the world, Richard Nixon.

Diffidence. The sole follower of my blog and I accidentally bumped into each other at the mail slots, and said the normal random things people say, my primary worry driving out in the frigid cold, and my ex, poor Frank, modern serf if there ever was, informed me his incestuous issue had a heart attack, and I'm guilty of glib indifference, and thus, if I can be so self-aware of how cold I am, how can I expect anyone on social media to lend me a hand? Whatever you read of the intelligence, the retrenched white hot anger, you'd look at me, see emotional wounds in my eyes, straggly hair, need for better grooming, look away, feel pity, dehumanize, wonder how my teeth became so damaged, and then, we have the massive liberal wailing over Rudy's jingoism. Some of us understand what Guiliani was saying, in translation: Barack Obama is thoroughly infused with a multiculturalism which  is ill suited for the sovereign head of the United States, but he did it in a reactionary way that isn't being nice to those of mixed race socialist heritage. I don't think anyone would disagree that Obama's mother made herself an outcast, and by some miracle  her boy navigated this without turning into inner city refuse. I'm the one who managed that, so accept my lot and shut the fuck up already.

Let me save some of you some time: I am no longer a patriot, and within reason, I am allowed to express this. I think our two party system has finished its course and no longer truly amounts to anything. We nominate centrists and essentially choose which moderate we like best on center right or center left. And I only have one image of Hillary Clinton when she was the first lady of Arkansas. Her hair was shoulder length, held in place by a black headband, while she was assuring a national interviewer that Jennifer Flowers "was just a friend."

I can know nothing else about the Clintons, but know that this duplicity speaks volumes about the limits of political representation, and I am that very rare thing: a violent brain damaged female who frightens patrician sensibilities, driven off from a number of online communities, not an easy thing, because I should be medicated. A helpless anarchist, but an anarchist none the less. I don't believe raping women is an effective intimidation tactic, and therein lies the difference between an Isis recruit and myself.

Am I really that hard? I am not the only disabled American who has been disenfranchised, not the only victim of crime and abuse, but with my enemies, probably. I've reached a place where I'd like them to feel what it is like, to be trapped in a senior living home because of one defiant choice when you were 23, stabbed in the back by activists you thought you could trust, and a Puerto Rican Italian man who should be dead, who is a living symbol of how health care is bankrupting the fucking country and dragging me down because there are no resources to spare to give me a better outcome, all I can feel about his son's insatiable ability to impregnate his idiot genes into women is that his heart attack serves him right. Therein is exactly what happened to my humanity. 

The Necessary Martyr Complex

The Russian backed destabilization of Ukraine represents the problem of autonomous regions trying to become nations. Analysts argue over what NATO is willing to do versus what Russia is willing to do to reabsorb the region. NATO, in typical fashion, marches up and down the field with the bagpipes harmonizing over the integrity of national sovereignty without being willing to give Russian re-expansion .a price tag. Putin's team plays spin the bottle in an attempt to reclaim parcels of its former empire. To what end? 

I remember the disintegration of the Soviet Union as a blurry cataclysm during the transition from Gorbachev to Boris Yeltsin. There was a Time essayist who emerged during all this heady turbulence to inject a note of caution. Authoritarian regimes could always come back. Al Qaeda and Isis may have emerged as the tumor festering out of Muslim Brotherhood emasculated inferiority, similar to the Khmer Rouge in Southeast Asia. The Communist Party in China remains united. The Castro brothers seem determined that Cuba too remains socialized (as if the US was powerless to change that outcome, because the Bay of Pigs was a blot on Camelot best left buried in JFK's splattered brain), and Putin wants restoration, and yet, this is not the Cold War heating up again. Mao, Stalin, Lenin, these are museum pieces, replaced by Russian war lords and cronies who have ties to Putin's administration, and we've swapped the ominous notion of prescriptive ideology with the gentler concept of state model, yet Ukrainians are dying, and Europeans see the shadow of a fierce some bear on the horizon, as if to distract from more border tensions with the Chinese.

Ukraines have viewed my posts, perhaps marveling that American liberalism is not what it seems, and that it isn't. Few people actually have the luxury of freedom to do as they wish, especially in terms of migration. I do not know what to tell you, and your leaders were perceptive on the issue of  giving up your nuclear arsenal. If you had kept it perhaps Putin would have trekked at a different pace. I do not think you can rely on the European Union, and even if a speculative Republican replaces Obama, that Republican has to acknowledge the reality of your border with your former motherland-- but your blood should not be being shed to restore an imperial mindset no longer applicable. President Nixon's call for a "free Kiev" was strategic. I doubt he envisioned the collateral damage in the embedded feed currently breaking our hearts. 

Nylon and Chiffon

"I see oranges flying across the room."

Tavis Smiley grates on my nerves. The voice, the necessity of hustling through the segment, and chucking aside implosions away from PBS singularity, he is only a few decibels below cable news reactionaries of whom I view very little. But I paused for Robert English, who gave the most succinct capsule analysis of Ukrainian sectarian strife I have yet come across.

I may annoy my unseen overlords at Examiner/Clarity Media, and I did a wee bit of research on my no contract lovable slave driver-- let me put it this way-- I like the work, dislike Clarity's methods, and, if I get a chance, will one day assassinate Nero, in the vain hope that Claude Rains resurrects Caesar, which in translation means aggregation has an evil, sometimes egregious, tilt. But I may annoy Examiner once again and attempt to hone my analysis skills on Ukraine's crisis. Blame George Will; he gave me the idea to worry about semi-autonomous regions. Slowly moving onto my throne of institutional elder (I can hear Tavis ping Quincy: "What is going on with this dowager woman? I have access to the Pope and she infringes on the hospitality of the sisters man, hiding behind that pity.") I actually remember this man calling for a free Ukraine.

How the world has evolved since Watergate, but, by the same token, the developed world is in a post-ideological cataclysm. Not that I wish to defend Stalinism, but what is a Ukrainian national identity? neo-Nazism?

Say American. Say English. Say Russian, French, Italian, even Canadian, and we get a rough picture of pansy ass loggers getting back at their shared border neighbors with Wolverine. But the Crimea? What I know of the Crimean War I distilled from watching Trevor Howard get the Empire's hands dirty.

Clarity actually owns The Weekly Standard, and it would doubtlessly baffle Examiner's manager, if she actually exists and I persist in tracking down a live body, if I ask her for a name before I submit my portfolio, all of picturesque humility. I respect Will Self. Let him know that through the food chain.