The Meeting Part Two

  Sometimes decisions kind of make themselves. Such a happening just happened to me. I was thinking about how I had loose ends. For whatever reason, I felt that because I named the last one, The Meeting Part One, that I owed a part two. To whom I thought I owed this, or why I felt indebted at all, is one of the mysteries of myself. I have written it, its sitting with the rest of the yellow legal pads I use for writing. So anyway, I'm thinking I owe this, and of course with today being Christmas and all, I thought I should write about that. Along with these considerations, I was deciding whether to write anything at all. But as if by instinct, when I came into the bedroom where my PC sits, without thinking I hit the space key, and Bang!, my blog page whitening the room, staring me in the face with The Meeting Part Two, already typed in. So anyway, here we all are, wherever we are, and in what frame of mind? By the way, Merry Christmas! Wish him a happy birthday at your table today. 

  So, the meeting. For one thing, it was obvious that it would be too long, and that I should not go off setting the scenery, and that I should get to the point as fast as good taste would allow. In other words, though I wish this was a book rather than a blog, if I'm to write at all anymore, that I should make it short and sweet. Couple of things regarding the setting, the meeting room and table were huge as you might imagine. On opposite walls, looking across the room at each other, were life size portraits of Marx and Lenin. I had some fun with that confrontation I can tell you. On the other two walls were smaller portraits of other famous Russian leaders, Generals, and probably a Czar or two. Conspicuously missing  was the portrait of Nikita missile. Even though Google was useless in helping me get this historic figures name spelled right, he was the Russian leader who stood toe to toe with JFK over the Cuban missile crises. Though he was a very brave and smart general in WW1, (check me on that), but because the world saw it as the USSR as having backed down, Nikita was shamed into an early retirement. Putin who is not a large man, entered the meeting room through a three foot wide and ten foot high door, making him look all the smaller. But the star of the story would have been a man named Sasha. I actually have a Russian friend named Sasha, so his character was easy. Sasha was the head of approximately ten thousand Russian patriots who live, (most legally), in the United States, and according to the reports heard from all over the country,  people were excited over Donald Trump. Sasha said he knew that Trump would win when Hillary had to bus in supporters, where Donald Trump filled stadiums. Natasha, Vlad's secretary, brought out a silver trey with vodka and shot glasses. They toasted Sasha and their modern day KGB for predicting the election results one year out. Nostrovia they all said. But lets see here, Putin wanting "the Donald" to win. Putin is a Communists right? In what world would the Russian leader want anyone other than four more years of the Obama style. Under him, Russia invaded Austria, (they only stayed a week or two?),  a commercial jet liner was shot down by Russians who want the USSR restored. the Chinese communists have claimed international waters for a military base, we have that North Korean child playing with missiles, Foreign jets buzz our Navy ships, and even wimpy little Iran kicks dirt in our face surrounding our ships in little speedboats. Forget Russia, Why would any socialist/communist country or leader not want four more of that? Saying they want Donald Trump? With children they call that reverse phycology.     I'm sorry for this, especially Christmas day. I wish you all, Christian or not, a very blessed Christmas day. Best of wishes for the year ahead!  ED

The Meeting Part One

  This is a fictional account of a meeting that may or might not have taken place at the Kremlin. The names are unchanged to protect the innocent. However, the players in this little tale are strictly fictional, as I am unfamiliar with Russian names, and have no idea as to their titles, as say to the equivalent position in America. I believe that they call their high officials Czars rather than Secretary, but these are the men who advise President Putin, and are his cabinet. If memory serves correctly, early on, President Obama called some of his people Czars? Whether I saw it on TV, or somewhere on the internet, I don't remember, but I'm fairly sure it happened. Who knows, maybe that had something to do with that open mike problem the President had, when he leaned over to Putin and whispered, I can be more flexible after I'm re-elected. But surely I digress, so let us return to the story at hand, The Meeting.   

  First, perhaps a quick primer on the difference between our form of government known as a Democratic Republic, and the Socialist/Communist form of government. The primary difference can be summed up best with one word. Freedom. In the United States, you can stand on a street corner with a bullhorn, chanting the most outrageous slurs against the government and it's leaders without fear of reprisal from that government. Not so with both socialism and communism. For these type of government, the people must be in lockstep with their leaders, and for those who don't, reprisal is swift. Shaming and accusations of racism, sexism, whatever. If that doesn't work, physical attacks, imprisonment and once totally out of control, people start showing up missing. 

  For you millennials out there, first let me congratulate you for the fact that you took the privilege of voting seriously, and although grossly uniformed, you were quite passionate and involved in the voting process. My generation was apathetic, and in truth, I didn't even vote until I was in my mid forties. It is my hope that you will stay interested, and that you will take the next four years to read up a bit on Socialism. For instance, Did you know that when Hitler first came to power that his movement was called, the German Socialist Party. It took only a few months before he cast his spell over the nation and called it the Nazi party. Read your history, most all of the dictators and tyrants started out as Socialists.         

The Human Condition

  Laughter is good for the soul, I'm sure you've heard that saying before, and its true, a light heart and all. When we laugh, we release all of that pent up worry, its freeing! Because we spend most of our time being serious, many times, way to serious. We stress over this and that, bogged down with thoughts to the smallest detail. Thats just us being us, complicating things with often a simple answer. Its what separates us from the rest of all other life, our intellect. When God said that we were made in his image, that is what he meant. The godhead, the Holy Trinity, is pure spirit and without form. But as far as a physical form, God came as the man Jesus, he came in human form. 

  But the intellect, it is our minds that separate us. If you are an evolutionist, still you must grapple with the question, why us, why our species so far above the rest? Why would we come from monies, because they look closest to us physically? Many scientist believe that next to ourselves, dolphins are the smartest. So shouldn't that mean that we should have been fish? Mammal, whatever.. We are the only species who can create. The sciences, music, and every type of art form, all come from our intellect. From the invisible world of the microscopic to reaching out beyond the earth. Yes, we are quite the species. But along with our potential for so much good, comes the other side. An intellect that can be cruel and used for evil. We may be the smartest, but nature, that which is natural to life, has no such problems. Dogs are busy being dogs, cats, cats, and so on. We can take even the simplest problem, and turn it into rocket science. (by the way, they aren't exempt),  In other words, we make things more difficult than they have to be. The answers are usually quite simple and right in front of you. Sigmund Freud was right and said basically that as humans, we are obsessed with sex. The simple answers, are right outside your door. The animals aren't the ones stressed out and confused about life, we are. Keep this in mind, Stress almost always leads to depression, and depression is an obsession with self. Look to what is natural, the simple truth is right there in front of you, all you have to do is look.