Some Clarifications

On November 29, 2018November 29, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn Current Events, Politics, Social Commentary, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Ukraine crisis: Inside the Mariupol base of the ... — Now I myself am a fan of runes (for nerdy Led Zeppelin reasons) but that my friends is not progressive symbology. It’s just so damned funny to see the dementedly PC western media hype this as some sort of ‘people’s resistance.’

In my last vlog I talked about the conflict between Ukraine and Russia. I feel some clarifications are in order.

I decided to comment on this because as a Russian-American with Ukrainian ancestory (my great grandfather is from Kiev) the coverage of the issue by the western press and western perceptions in general seem incredibly stupid to me. Stupid in a dangerous way.

I’m not operating under the impression that I’m going to solve anything but sitting here listening to this drivel is driving me mental.

So here is my position on this issue presented as a set of bullet points.

1) The Ukraine should be independent.

2) The Ukraine should not be used by NATO and the EU as leverage against Russia.

3) Russian and Ukrainian history is closely linked. (See Kievan Rus)

4) Countries and unions that decry nationalist and populist sentiments reflexively supporting robust Ukrainian nationalism to the point of ignoring NAZI antics (Azov Battalion etc) is really tragically hypocritical.

5) The nature of the relationship between the Ukraine and Russia is similar to that of England and Wales. These nations share similar histories, borders, and (in the case of Russia and Ukraine) very similar ethnic makeup. So when NATO puppets and opportunists stir peoples sentiments into violence and other provocative behaviors, a military response is unfortunately necessary. Such a response is not an invasion anymore than England putting down a contingent of hypothetical Welsh ultranationalists with dreams of EU money.

6) War is dumb. War between the Ukraine and Russia is even dumber.

7) I know very little about Putin or his policies however I do not trust anything the established Western press has to say about him. This is merely a reaction to events based on my own background and understanding of the region. I am open to other interpretations except of course the insane ones being pushed by countries currently bombing and drone striking goat herds in more places than I can name.

8) I have not been back to Russia since 1998. I am a naturalized United States citizen. I am in strong favor of more or less traditional forms of Constitutional government as they have been practiced in this democratic republic. I feel that the same background (Russian/Ukrainian/Polish) that makes me feel impelled to comment on this may also be viewed by some uncharitable persons as questionable. Hence this last bullet point.

Thanks for reading. Here is Fred Reed on the matter :

https://fredoneverything.org/lets-have-a-war-with-russia-id-rather-be-ruled-by-autistic-hamsters/

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Crushing the Welsh rebellion!

On November 28, 2018November 28, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn Philosophy, Politics, Psychology, Social Commentary, UncategorizedLeave a comment

War is dumb.

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Silence is Sterile

On November 28, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn Humor, Philosophy, Psychology, UncategorizedLeave a comment

There’s a lot to be said for quality control. For doing our utmost to avoid lending support to something stupid or wicked.

This noble inclination is however too often twisted into silence.

Not a deep contemplative silence or even a sexy silence but good old fashioned boring silence. The kind of silence that’s sterile. The sort of silence that leads you to constantly complain or feel like complaining about being bored.

For such moments I’d suggest asking yourself the following question: How will I ever have anything interesting to say if I never say anything?

It’s a trick that works for me.

When I’m feeling perfectionist, or insecure, or just plain lazy. I remind myself that perfect trembling lethargy is really really dull and no way to make a fun Vlog and definitely no way to finish writing a novel.

Sure there’s a lot of noise out there. A lot of terrible stuff, heck you may have made some of that terrible stuff, I’ve made some terrible stuff but is it really that terrible? If you were being at least somewhat earnest in your attempt to make art or philosophy then I doubt it was all that bad.

And if it was…

If after an honest review and careful self examination you truly find yourself feeling like a waste of bandwidth….go watch a Logan Paul video.

I welcome all feedback on this sort of mini essay/blog and really anything I happen to post on this here journal. So go on, if you feel so inclined, tell me if constantly handcuffing yourself to ideas of someday being good enough to create something is proving productive.

P.S. I couldn’t resist…spreading…the good word of Bargeld

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Sunday Medley One

On November 26, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

More lazy musical offerings. Some may find it relaxing or something. Or so I hope.

Fractal Briefs | Emo Sugar

On November 25, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Just some informal thoughts on how something as simple as one too many twinkies can lead to some odd disruptions of homeostasis in surprising ways. Holy word salad batman! Watch the video….the thought doesn’t lend itself to easy description.

Supporting Evidence:

A classic shock jock flashback. Clearly emos are the result of sugary sodas saturating the burbs. I hope to win the nobel prize for this observation. I’m a naturalist in the tradition of Darwin, Audabon, and Drake. Don’t deny it…

Signs of Decline – Searching for British Naturalists online results in nude people. Nothing against nude people but I’d prefer naturalist mean guy who geeks out about butterflies in a Victorian Parlour not a chubby Englishman who’s lost his underwear.