Volodya has a deranged, nostalgic view of past Russian might.  He yearns for a return to “the good old days” and seems hell bent on trying to recreate them.  While the rest of the world knows Communism with a capital C, aka the Kremlin mafia, failed completely and put the Russian bear on a stringent diet of becoming just another poor Third World oil country, this old KGB psychotic murderer lives in the past.  Only there can he flee from his own mortality; only there can he delude himself into thinking that Russia can return to greatness.

The irony is that Putin lives in the past but ignores any obligations Russia incurred there.  If I remember correctly, the Ukraine turned over all the nukes found within the borders of the new country to Russia and allowed the latter country to maintain its bases there on the condition that Russia would always respect Ukrainian independence.  I guess Volodya figures he didn’t sign that agreement, so he doesn’t have to adhere to it.  He pretty much does what he wants to do—he’s used to getting his own way as Grand Poobah of the Shirtless Universe.  Moreover, he’s as slippery as the oil and perspiration on those abs, and also the Russian chessmaster of doublespeak.  He lives so much in the past he thinks 2014 is 1984, although he probably never read the book—he had all the ideas he needed from the KGB.

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I’ve written about Putin before.  This narcissistic dictator trying to keep Russian in line thinks Sochi will bring him good PR.  I don’t get it.  The tyrants from the three Stans—the Three Musketeers of Thugdom—are featured guests at his Olympic extravaganza.  I’d guess they don’t have to stay in half-finished hotels, drinking brown water and being revolted by half-naked pictures of the great leader showing off his abs.  Rumor has it that bribes from a Russian Mafioso working for dear fearless leader Vladimir paved the way of obtaining the Olympics for Sochi.  Dunno.  It wouldn’t surprise me.

There’s the terrorist threat, of course.  Those antiaircraft installations above Sochi?  They’re ready to bring down any plane, commercial or otherwise, that even gives the hint of threatening the Olympic village.  I can’t see that they will be much use for stopping the famous Black Widow bombers—if Putin et al killed my husband, I’d probably be pissed too.  Maybe that famous ring will stop them, but watching the Russian police hasn’t given me a great deal of confidence.  And I’d bet they’d take a bribe in a minute—maybe a pair of blue jeans and some vodka?

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Posts like this one are hard to write.  At best, they’re dripping in nostalgia; at worst, they make you acutely aware of your own mortality.  Like many baby boomers, I grew up experiencing Pete Seeger.  From the unfair persecution by Sen. McCarthy to standing beside Bruce Springsteen at the Obama inaugural celebration, Pete was a part of American political life.  More than that, of course, his lyrics, voice, and banjo launched the folk song revival of the sixties.  He created songs that moved us, from “Where Have All the Flowers Gone,” a quiet but powerful indictment of war mentality so popular to Vietnam War protestors, to “We Shall Overcome,” the anthem for the Civil Rights Movement.

The McCarthy era was a black blight in American history where anyone left of the Rotary Club was considered a Communist.  McCarthy destroyed individuals like Oppenheimer and Chaplin; he and the paranoia he nurtured launched the careers of right-wingers Nixon and Reagan, and even the so-called “liberal” Kennedys.  Somehow, Seeger survived, stood tall, and sang out to millions of us who knew the U.S. could be better.  The man who pissed off both the John Birch Society and NBC (their censorship of the Smothers Brothers is all but forgotten now) was an instant folk hero to us as we marched against the fascist and oppressive forces on the right who were trying to tear America down.  We weren’t communists or Communists—we were progressive pacifists who knew in our hearts there’s a better way.

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Readers familiar with this blog know I have admiration for many things in Western Europe compared to the U.S.—world view, mostly multiparty systems, cultural traditions, historical perspectives, more reasonable socialism, and general joie de vive.  We Americans tend to be provincial, glum, and downright obnoxious at times, especially when we’re tourists in Europe.  The phrase “ugly American” isn’t used much anymore, but I have sympathy for the Parisians as another onslaught of American tourists gets ready to head to the City of Light this spring and summer.  Retirees and others from the West Coast to East will be seen mounting the tourist buses on the Rue de Rivoli in their strange hats, Bermudas, and sneakers, preparing to invade the Louvre and Versailles with videocams rolling.

Of course, Europeans have to tolerate us.  American tourist dollars are essential to many European economies.  And not just American dollars.  I’ve seen Japanese tourists all over Europe, for example, not to mention inter-European tourism (Spanish in Oslo, Swedes in Rome, etc.).  My tourism was sporadic and crammed in on weekend getaways mostly, but even back then the European trains, planes, and tourist sites were filled with Americans.  The number and distribution of tourists fluctuates with economical times, of course, depending on economies here and there.  You can always find Americans, however, in the most popular tourist sites.

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Vladimir Putin, the virtual dictator of Russia and wannabe star in an Old Spice commercial (I’m referring to his riding that horse shirtless), is either an idiot or completely living in the Dark Ages.  (This isn’t an exclusive or—he could be both.)  In press conferences referring to Sochi, he talked about Russia’s treatment of LGBT people in a manner that is not much more enlightened than Uganda’s.  Moreover, he seems to think gays are pedophiles—“Just leave our children in peace,” he says.

This clearly goes beyond the usual Russian paranoia.  It’s completely inexcusable for the leader of a nation that pretends to be important on the 21^st century’s stage.  Moreover, it’s a Neanderthal attitude not commensurate with 21^st century progressive thought.  Of course, Putin is light years from being a progressive.  He’s ex-KGB and longs for the good old days of torture and gulags, days when no one dared say anything against the Kremlin mafia.

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Some time ago, I wrote a post about our larger-than-life governor, Chris Christie.  Last Thursday, I watched him waffling and weaseling about Bridgegate.  Sure, his aide might have ordered the traffic problems with the GW Bridge as payback all by her lonesome (in the press conference, he fired her).  As the mayor of Fort Lee (featured prominently in my novel The Golden Years of Virginia Morgan, by the way) stated, it’s hard to imagine that someone would engineer such a payback in the first place and then be so stupid to leave an email trail.

I originally thought same-sex marriage would break the Big Man in Trenton, but this might be the real bye-bye to his hopes for representing the GOP in the presidential elections.  Let’s say it like it is: the action was nasty and illegal, traffic was tied in knots, and a 90-year-old woman died because paramedics couldn’t get to her (her relatives claim it wouldn’t have mattered, but they’re not doctors).  Christie’s aide will fall on the sword in an attempt to take the heat off her boss, but his reputation as a bipartisan wunderkind is damaged.  Whether he ordered the payback or not, he hired that aide, so he’s responsible.

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One of the great battles of World War II, this offensive was really a series of battles that took place in and around what’s known today as St. Vith, Belgium.  How do I know this?  For one thing, it’s one setting I use in my new entry into the “Detectives Chen and Castilblanco Series” titled Aristocrats and Asssassins.  Detective Castilblanco jokes about his waistline being also “the Battle of the Bulge,” and that’s really the topic of this post.  I too have used this metaphor when referring to my over-indulging—many do, perhaps without realizing the origin.

Most people in the U.S. belong to one of two extreme groups: overeaters and undereaters.  The group they’re in varies from day to day and meal to meal, of course.  The second is especially concerning when it’s caused by poverty—too many children are hungry in this country relative to those in other industrialized nations, for example.  It’s also concerning when it’s brought on by eating disorders related to psychological problems, especially when those problems can be traced to a lack of concern for mental health in our healthcare plans.  But many of us are overeaters, especially around Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the days surrounding those holidays.  I’m in that category.

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This real Man of the 20^th century was the inspiration for my character, the U.N. Secretary General, in the book Survivors of the Chaos.  I know that sounds self-serving and maybe diminishes Mandela’s greatness, but it’s a fact nonetheless.  He was a larger-than-life icon of South Africa’s struggle against Apartheid—he changed his country forever.  Moreover, he served and continues to serve as an inspiration for many who struggle against social and racial injustice everywhere, an inspiration that travels far beyond the small thoughts of an insignificant and unknown writer looking for a powerful character model.

There are forces for evil in this world like Franco and Hitler.  Mandela was a huge force for good.  But he just didn’t mouth the words—he lived them and suffered and gave dignity to his suffering.  He was not a perfect man—is anyone perfect?  I can’t speak for persons of antiquity.  I’m told that Buddha and Christ and Mohammed were perfect.  Didn’t know them.  Never saw their faces on TV.  Never listened to them vocalizing their words of wisdom.  But I, and countless others, listened to Mandela.  We experienced his goodness.  We heard his words of wisdom.  We saw him unite a country when he could have torn it apart.

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[Note from Steve: It’s been awhile, but here’s another potpourri of comments on current news—in other words, I’ll forsake my usual verbosity in order to cover more items that have caught my attention.  A lot of newsy comments for very little money?  Consider it a selection of tapas and pick and choose what you like….]

Item: Has our country gone mad?  Last week (Tuesday) we all received the news that the recall elections in Colorado were successful.  Dems Angela Giron from Colorado and John Morse from Colorado Springs were recalled and replaced by Republicans because they were strong supporters of gun control legislation.  This recall was backed by the NRA, of course, and now they will shiver the timbers of any legislator who dares to cross them.  The recall was also backed by the Koch brothers and other conservatives who had it in for these two because of other progressive misdeeds.  Colorado moves farther to the right…will it soon be competing with Arizona, Florida, Kansas, and Texas?  Just wait…they’ll soon ban teaching Darwinian evolution in schools.

Maybe the middle of the country and the South should secede.  I’d support it if they’d return all the federal funding they’ve spent over the years!  I urge all ski enthusiasts to boycott Colorado this winter.  Hit’em where it hurts—in their bank accounts!  (With the floods, that might not be necessary now.)  Yeah, I know, the Colorado districts involved are tiny and other people would suffer from the boycott, but Morse was State Senate President, or something like that—he was a representative for the whole state in that sense.

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I’m referring to geopolitics here.  I’ll admit the question is strange, but my answer is “yes, but only sometimes.”  Over a year ago, events in Egypt, Libya, and Tunisia kicked off the “Arab Spring.”  The ones in Egypt, in particular, seemed so promising.  After Nassar and Mubarek, it seemed that Egypt, the most populated Arab country, was on its way to become a free, democratic, and secular country.  Unlike Iran, Israel, and many other “democracies” that are really theocracies, with varying degrees of repression, a traditional ally of the U.S. in the Arab world was coming around to the idea that a state religion is the antithesis of freedom—secularism seemed to reign.  But the Spring has sprung—came the elections, and the Muslim Brotherhood assumed power.

Now the U.S. is forced to dance along a very slim tightrope like that guy that went over Niagara Falls.  In a clumsy demonstration of Orwellian double-speak, the Obama administration  isn’t calling what happened in Egypt a coup (it’s probably one of the few policy decisions that’s bipartisan, though).  Of course it’s a coup!  When the military deposes an elected president, irrespective of the popular sentiment, it’s a coup.  It’s as if the people who hated George W. Bush or the people who hate Barack Obama had the U.S. military depose them.  That’s not appropriate in a democracy.  You throw the bums out at the ballot box (and this is the best argument for term and age limits and ending gerrymandering, by the way).  Democracy is incompatible with a military-led government.  Egypt is now a military dictatorship.

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