Post by unrealmanifest on Dec 28, 2022 12:38:51 GMT
As I sit here drinking from my cup filled with Tanqueray Gin and cranberry juice, all while continuing to watch more coverage, (some of it covert), regarding the molestation of Ukraine and the insidious acts perpetrated by Putin and his, "yes men," cronies; I am propelled to truly express my views.
As a man absolutely fascinated by WWII and Adolf Hitler's rise to prominence, one can not differentiate the goal difference between Hitler and the latter. Just look up Putin's letter to the public regarding the invasion at the beginning, and then read the first chapter of "Mein Kampf". One stole political jargon from the other.
Can you guess who did the thievery?
As time has gone on in my life and I have learned more about my ancestral roots the more I have learned that I am not by the textbook a German-American. With many beginning to part ways within my family to the heavens, I have learned, (factually), that my heritage traces it's roots back to the Black Sea as a German-Russian. We were one of many families that made their way to America in the 1870s for 160 acres of land, to what is now the state of Nebraska.
I spent my up bringing in a larger knit family, one who was Anti-Russia, Pro-America.
My Great Grandmother Grace was a first born American child, who would tell my brother and I the dangers of no democracy as she crocheted blankets all while being blind at the age of 92. God bless that woman. My grandfather tells us the war stories of Uncle Pete, as a sharpshooter and scout during WW2 as the US helped push Germany back to the Reichstag . My mother and her stories of Grandpa Lloyd and his service during WW2 in Europe and later on during the Pacific theatre.
All of these in one way or another, as typical as it may sound as patriotism and bias, helped shape my beliefs as they stand today.
And while none of my ancestry, it's inherit disdain for oligarchies and authoritarians, nor it's disdain overall for Russia, really triggered my overall passion for Ukraine's independence and well being; one thing did.
A beautiful Lily.
This flower changed my life as a whole. In one way it enlightened me and in the other it ruined me. It was the first thing to ever bring me true evanescence and true pain, but it was also the first thing I thought of when this "conflict" started. Every day because of this Lily, I wonder what life is like far away. I wonder about those at home and the toll this is taking. I wonder if any one back home knows we exist, let alone that we absolutely care. I wonder if the Lily cares.
I pray, (and that may come to a shock for one,) that we the U.S. continue to support President Zelenskyy and the people of Ukraine, and that Russia falls only thanks to Putin, only to see the evil in it's ways and finds TRUE Democracy.
Long Live Ukraine!
As a man absolutely fascinated by WWII and Adolf Hitler's rise to prominence, one can not differentiate the goal difference between Hitler and the latter. Just look up Putin's letter to the public regarding the invasion at the beginning, and then read the first chapter of "Mein Kampf". One stole political jargon from the other.
Can you guess who did the thievery?
As time has gone on in my life and I have learned more about my ancestral roots the more I have learned that I am not by the textbook a German-American. With many beginning to part ways within my family to the heavens, I have learned, (factually), that my heritage traces it's roots back to the Black Sea as a German-Russian. We were one of many families that made their way to America in the 1870s for 160 acres of land, to what is now the state of Nebraska.
I spent my up bringing in a larger knit family, one who was Anti-Russia, Pro-America.
My Great Grandmother Grace was a first born American child, who would tell my brother and I the dangers of no democracy as she crocheted blankets all while being blind at the age of 92. God bless that woman. My grandfather tells us the war stories of Uncle Pete, as a sharpshooter and scout during WW2 as the US helped push Germany back to the Reichstag . My mother and her stories of Grandpa Lloyd and his service during WW2 in Europe and later on during the Pacific theatre.
All of these in one way or another, as typical as it may sound as patriotism and bias, helped shape my beliefs as they stand today.
And while none of my ancestry, it's inherit disdain for oligarchies and authoritarians, nor it's disdain overall for Russia, really triggered my overall passion for Ukraine's independence and well being; one thing did.
A beautiful Lily.
This flower changed my life as a whole. In one way it enlightened me and in the other it ruined me. It was the first thing to ever bring me true evanescence and true pain, but it was also the first thing I thought of when this "conflict" started. Every day because of this Lily, I wonder what life is like far away. I wonder about those at home and the toll this is taking. I wonder if any one back home knows we exist, let alone that we absolutely care. I wonder if the Lily cares.
I pray, (and that may come to a shock for one,) that we the U.S. continue to support President Zelenskyy and the people of Ukraine, and that Russia falls only thanks to Putin, only to see the evil in it's ways and finds TRUE Democracy.
Long Live Ukraine!
