[Daily Mail, where America gets its news] Paywalled. But the DM headline tells us all we need to know except the name of the rumoured celebrity...
Fox11 LA has a list of those running for governor — none appear to me to be a celebrity. But the Seattle Times is waiting to learn if former vice president Kamala Harris will step into the ring, so perhaps that’s who the Daily Mail is referring to.
The source laughed when asked if Meghan - who has spoken out against Trump's policies - might make a good replacement for Governor Newsom should he be ousted.
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I would love to hear the Harris/Merkal debate about who was born the most poor black child who fought oppression all her life, and how the other one only got to where she is by who she slept with.
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The governorship could be equally shared among all four horsemen of the apocalypse. Alternatively, CA can replace Newsom with another corrupt and stupid person.
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You hear that gruesome story of the 13-year-old middle-school girl from Deerfield confronted by school officials and ordered to disrobe in front of a male classmate?
It sounds too AWFL to be true.
But it happened, according to her mother Nicole Georgas who said Tuesday she was filing a police complaint with the police in Deerfield on top of a complaint she filed with the U.S. Department of Justice.
The mom alone standing up for her daughter's privacy was repeatedly mocked and insulted by hostile trans activists as she addressed a crowded District 109 School Board meeting.
The story has gone viral world-wide and was broken by the Lake County Gazette and Dan Proft's radio show "The Morning Answer."
To understand this bizzarro world, please understand this:
Even though President Donald Trump has signed an executive order protecting girls' privacy, and has vowed to cut federal education funding to rogue states, the Illinois Democrats are funded by billionaire Gov. JB Pritzker, who is the bankrupt state's leading activist for transexuals.
And he's running for president.
"The male student was present in the girls' locker room," Georges said at the school board meeting. "Feeling violated, the girls made the choice not change into their PE (physical education) clothes with a biological male present."
The next day Georgas said, the officials at Alan B. Shepherd Middle School tried to bully a girls' PE class into changing in front of the boy.
"(The administrators) all came into the girls locker room, making them change into uniform. This went on all week," Georgas said. "My daughter refused to take part in her privacy being violated. How dare they!"
She said Shepard School Principal Rob Wegley told her daughter that any male student can use any girls' bathroom or locker room at his school so long as they say claim to "identify as female."
Georgas said Wegley told her this was the school policy as dictated by Ford and "legal counsel." She said she has filed a civil rights complaint on behalf of her daughter with the U.S. Department of Justice.
Know too that even though Nicole Georgas' story has gone viral world-wide, with world-famous women's rights activist author J.K. Rowling and champion swimmer Riley Gaines championing the girls cause, it hasn't gone viral in Chicago media. "I'd remove my daughter instantly from that school, then go full Nemesis," Rowling posted on X.
Is that puzzling that the Chicago media would ignore such a story?
Then you don't know politics.
I heard about this first by listening to Proft's show.
My friend, conservative Dan Proft of Chicago's Morning Answer has covered the story, and covered it well. He's interviewed Nicole Georgas about her daughter and I link to that interview and his podcast here.
But crickets from other Chicago media. Why?
Are they afraid of Pritzker and his horde of trans activists?
The Chicago Tribune‐where I worked for 40 years and was lead columnist and member of the editorial board‐has ignored it. The newspaper's political writer goes out of his way to bash Proft and curry favor with the establishment corporate left whenever they can‐because that is the Combine's paper–but is it wise for the Tribune to cede the issue and write off so many parents?
Apparently so.
Also, the Sun Times has ignored it.
Both newspapers capitulated to neo-Marxist George Soros long ago. So we've already established that they have bendable knees.
What has happened to Illinois where Gov. Pritzker can operate this way, even as he campaigns for president?
It was once a state of common sense, and the politics were all about common sense whether the Republicans of Abraham Lincoln or the Democrats under the Daleys.
Old man Daley wouldn't go broke promoting common sense. And Abe Lincoln was all about common sense.
But now?
The state is bankrupt, the public schools are atrocious, taxpayers are fleeing to seek opportunity. And in many areas, particularly wealthy suburbs like Deerfield, Downers Grove, Hinsdale, Western Springs and other such towns they are governed by AWFLs (Angry White Female Leftists).
And there is nothing more awful than the AWFLs.
You may have heard their sisters screaming in self-righteous rage at Jewish students during pro-Hamas protests at American universities.
From the river to the sea…
What happened to the men in those suburbs, the fathers?
They're afraid. Afraid of the AWFLs. Afraid of saying one thing that would anger them, and cost them social status in their leafy suburbs that once sported those Hate Has No Home Here signs on the front lawn.
Or they're in hiding.
In the wealthy suburbs the men (or the male impersonators who married those women) say little, lest they incur the wrath of the AWFLs.
These are corporate towns, and men in such towns are corporate types.
And in corporate suburban towns, whether in Loudon County, Virginia or Beverly Hills, California, or Martha's Vineyard there is but one religion:
Social status.
And they would sacrifice anything to protect their social status.
Anything.
They would have their own sons castrated to protect their status. Perhaps they wonder why religious fundamentalists hate them so. Does it matter?
It was the Christian moralist C.S. Lewis, in "The Abolition of Man" who years ago mentioned something we should all consider today when wrestling with the idea of this silencing of parents and the castration or sterilization of little children.
The ones afraid to risk their social status by protecting their children from the ghouls of government schools who would castrate or sterilize young children.
They are the Men Without Chests.
"We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst," wrote Lewis.
Some time ago after listening to Proft and while editing another column on this state of Illinois sanctioned child abuse, I quoted Helen Joyce, the journalist who was speaking about why it is so difficult for parents to move on after they've done what they've done.
Once they've done what they've done to their own minor children, there is no going back for them.
And I think her words are particularly apt today.
JOYCE: "Something you may not have thought of is that there are a lot of people who can't move on from this. And that's the people who have transitioned their own children.
So those people are going to be like the Japanese soldiers who were on Pacific islands and didn't know the war was over. They've got to fight forever. This is another reason why this is the worst, worst, worst social contagion that we'll ever have experienced.
"A lot of people have done what is the worst thing you could do, which is to harm their children irrevocably, because of it. Those people will have to believe that they did the right thing for the rest of their lives, for their own sanity, and for their own self-respect. So, they'll still be fighting, and each one of those people destroys entire organizations and entire friendship groups.
"Like, I've lost count of the number of times that somebody has said to me of a specific organization that has been turned upside down on this, "Oh, the deputy director has a trans child." Or, oh, the journalist on that paper who does special investigations has a trans child. Or whatever."
"So those people are going to be the people who will keep this bloody movement going, I'm sorry to say, because they've everything to lose, and it is a fight to the death as far as they are concerned."
What is required is for the activists to stop screaming and bullying that child, and all children and put their psycho-sexual politics aside. They might do us all a favor and eat their guilt and shame.
Just look at Pritzker. Politicians who promote the castration of children–and experiments I thought was once left to the demon once called Josef Mengele–are creatures I really don't want to think about now. This is Lent. And they will have an eternity to contemplate their sins. And their cruelty to little children who are just too young to understand what adults–including their parents and teachers–are doing to them.
There are many long days of Lent, which are best spent praying and fasting, and avoiding blood curdling anger. As a Greek Orthodox Christian I think of our Jesus prayer at times like this to protect my soul from anger:
"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner"
And I think of our Lord who loved all the children. And those who didn't love them were warned of their fate in the Bible:
"It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones."
Protect them oh Lord.
Please protect the little ones.
Κύριε ἐλέησον
Kyrie Elaison. Lord have mercy.
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[USAtoday] The story of how the H5N1 viruses came to be created – and the response to a 2019 safety breach – raises uncomfortable questions about the tremendous trust the world is placing in research labs.
This exclusive article is adapted from former USA TODAY investigative reporter Alison Young’s forthcoming book "Pandora’s Gamble: Lab Leaks, Pandemics, and a World at Risk," which will be released April 25. In this excerpt, Young reveals for the first time details of a December 2019 lab safety breach involving one of the world’s most infamous lab-created “gain of function” viruses – and the efforts that were made to downplay the event, avoid notifying health authorities and oversight bodies, and keep the public and policymakers in the dark.
Inside the high-security Influenza Research Institute at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, two experienced scientists were pulling ferrets out of their HEPA-filtered cages on a Monday in December 2019. Another researcher, still in training, was also in the room to watch and learn.
One by one, the animals were put into a biosafety cabinet, where a solution was washed into their nostrils. It’s a procedure used to collect evidence of infection, and this particular experiment involved exposing the animals to a highly controversial lab-engineered strain of H5N1 avian influenza virus.
The virus they were working with that day was far from ordinary, and there should have been no room for the safety breach that was about to happen and the oversight failures that followed.
The experiment underway involved one of two infamous lab-made bird flu viruses that had alarmed scientists around the world when their creation became widely known nearly a decade earlier. In each case, scientists had taken an avian influenza virus that was mostly dangerous to birds and manipulated it in ways that potentially increased its threat to humans.
In nature, the H5N1 virus has rarely infected humans. But when people have been sickened, usually through close contact with infected birds, more than half died. So it is fortunate that the H5N1 virus isn’t capable of spreading easily from person to person. If the virus were ever to evolve in ways that gave it that ability, it could cause a devastating pandemic.
'GAIN OF FUNCTION' RESEARCH CREATED CONTROVERSIAL FLU VIRUSES
And yet in late 2011 the world learned that two scientific teams – one in Wisconsin, led by virologist Yoshihiro Kawaoka, and another in the Netherlands, led by virologist Ron Fouchier – had potentially pushed the virus in that direction. Each of these labs had created H5N1 viruses that had gained the ability to spread through the air between ferrets, the animal model used to study how flu viruses might behave in humans.
The ultimate goal of this work was to help protect the world from future pandemics, and the research was supported with words and funding by two of the most prominent scientists in the United States: Dr. Francis S. Collins, director of the National Institutes of Health, and Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the NIH’s National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases.
[Melanie Phillips] I am in London where the air is not sweet.
The Foreign Secretary, David Lammy, accuses Israel of breaking international law by stopping aid from entering Gaza. This is untrue. Israel stopped the aid two weeks ago in order to weaken Hamas and force it finally to release the remaining Israeli hostages whom it kidnapped on October 7 2023. International law requires limited humanitarian aid for civilians, but only if no advantage will result "to the military efforts or economy of the enemy". Since Hamas has seized most of the aid delivered to Gaza to keep its genocidal war going, it’s clear that withholding aid is not only legal but essential.
Lammy also says the Israelis are starving Gazan children. This is untrue. It is also a blood libel. Everyone could see from the grisly propaganda circus staged around the recent release of skeletal hostages that the Gazans were conspicuously well fed and it was their Israeli hostages who had been starved. In Israel, there’s a view that stopping the aid is pointless because there’s enough food in Gaza to feed the population for around four months.
Sir Keir Starmer walks back Lammy’s remarks. The Prime Minister’s spokesman says:
Our position remains that Israel’s actions in Gaza are at clear risk of breaching international humanitarian law. And we continue to call on the government of Israel to abide by its international obligations when it comes to humanitarian assistance to the population in Gaza.
Israel’s actions are not at clear risk of breaching international humanitarian law. And it has consistently abided by its international obligations. Walking back Lammy means continuing to defame Israel with different words.
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Very few Brits Scotts Irish are cool with the invasion and replacement. European Weannies arent cool with the invasion either. They will tell you, they are powerless to stop it. They are not able to vote themselves out of it. It's not so much a society that lost its way, but a society that is victim and powerless to their overlord's wishes.
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[REGNUM] The man in the portrait has a terrible, repulsive face. The beard, moustache and hair can still be tolerated - there were many of those shaggy, thick, wild ones back then. But the eyes... The eyes are fiercely sullen and piercingly, unnaturally alive. Eyes that yearn, suffer and burn with an unbearable, otherworldly un-light. Burning with fire.
It seems that if you continue to look for another moment, all the horror from these eyes will flow into yours and you will no longer exist. Because you will not be able to bear such internal pain. Not everyone is given it. He was given it…
A petite woman, more than of a respectable age, dressed elegantly, subtly and discreetly, just so that you have to look closely, look closely, see how the details of the costume and jewelry play, and only then gasp and shower compliments, comes out of the gate onto the street.
Frost -19. The village in a white shroud of snow, under a bright icy sun, the white-blue sky washed and cleaned like sheets, and starched by frost to a state close to paradise. We are in Siberia. We are so far away that there are no borders and there can't be any.
Now a sleigh with Petrusha Grinev will fly out from around the bend. Or fifty wild men led by Yermak Timofeevich. In extreme cases, a kibitka with Mr. Chichikov. Or suddenly a carriage with the royal family? Anything can be expected - the terrible, the beautiful, the unbearable.
There is a crowd of people at the gate. They could be from anywhere. From Brazil, China, Surinam, Paris, Uchkuduk, Tyumen and Spitsbergen. They have all come specifically to the village, whose life is completely unsophisticated and spread across the steppe like a thin film of butter. Between Tyumen and Tobolsk. And they are all going to this terrible man.
In a sense, he is an idol. An object of burning curiosity, admiration and worship for some, hostility and disgust for others. This has been the case for the last 110 years. Not calming down, not appeasing, still implacably and furiously.
But the only way to get to him, to this terrible and most famous of all living Russians, is through this tiny woman in a black fur coat. No other way. Because she has the key. She knows more about him than everyone else. But it's not about knowledge... Through her, this man with fierce eyes ceases to be an idol.
There is a stone near the fence. This is not a random boulder, but an important attribute. And the first thing the miniature woman does is climb onto this stone. It is very beautiful. Then she suddenly looks like the Girl on the Ball, the Princess on the Pea or Thumbelina on a water lily. But all this is lyricism. The stone by the road makes her taller by as much as 13 centimeters. Only then can the listeners see her, and not jump from behind the backs of those standing in front.
Marina Yuryevna Smirnova climbs up on a rock. And begins to speak. And then, believe me, I have seen and heard it twice, the entire steppe - from the Urals to the Yenisei - rises like a whirlwind above our heads, and the story that the little woman tells screws into our heads like a corkscrew.
It is very painful. It is almost unbearable to listen to. And it is impossible not to listen to it. That same force - fierce, terrible, shaggy - expressed in a beautiful, light, flying Russian word, presses you to the spot.
And people stand, not moving, all turning into hearing, following the word, like sheep following a shepherd, and will wake up from this haze only after two hours. With a heart torn in half.
But we don't know anything yet.
The most ordinary village street, a fence, a house, a stone by the road. All of them witnesses to the crime and the miracle that followed.
In the summer of 1914, a shaggy and bearded man went out into the street of his native village for the most ordinary of reasons - to send a telegram. A beggar woman approached him - a common occurrence: everyone knew that a crowd of people flocked to the man for alms and conversation.
But the beggar woman came for something else, she snatched a dagger from under her clothes and stabbed the "benefactor" with it. The blade entered the stomach by thirteen centimeters. A normal person dies. Shaggy survived.
Marina Yuryevna tells this story from the "height" of her pebble under her feet and in such detail that people start looking around, as if they expect to see a beggar with a dagger and a wounded man who will run another 180 meters before falling, picking up a stick on the road and knocking the knife out of the killer's hands. But there is no one there!
When Smirnova speaks, the shadows do not disappear at midday, but come to life. But as soon as Marina Yuryevna falls silent, the spell dissipates, and you see before you the most ordinary fence, gate, front garden, and a bare street not in dust, but in snow.
All those who have arrived in a crowd pass through the gate, now the main magic will begin. Because there, behind the gate, in theory, is the main thing. For the sake of which everyone has gathered.
The courtyard and house where Grigory Efimovich Rasputin lived.
But the yard is blatantly empty. That is, you expect to be immersed in authenticity, in the everyday Russian peasant chthonicity, but you see before you... You see nothing. A well frame, a woodshed, a toilet booth. And two five-wall houses. You stand in front of the near one, and the far one, although it looks old, "authentic", is not lived in, but rather heavily shell-shocked, tired of life. And disappointment begins.
Having climbed the steps of the porch, we enter the vestibule - there are photographs on the walls. They are of barely recognizable celebrities from a former life - politicians, musicians, astronauts, athletes, musicians. They also make up their own little "crowd" of visitors and those crowding in the corridor to get to Grigory.
We enter the Grigory Rasputin Museum in the village of Pokrovskoe, Yarkovsky District, Tyumen Oblast. This museum is death to aesthetes. It is organized in the most incorrect way. We expect expositions, exhibits, immersions and entertainment, but we end up in some gallery of a crazy collector.
Because 90% of the entire space in the two rooms is occupied by images of Grigory Efimovich Rasputin. The quality ranges from childishly home-grown to pompous parsun. Pencil drawings, oil paintings, beadwork, black-and-white and colored photographs, posters, postcards, calendars, movie posters, advertising banners, postal envelopes, vodka labels and icons. Rasputin looks at you from every corner, wall, window and curtain.
This is a hard-to-bear phenomenon. The appearance of the Tobolsk elder, to put it mildly, does not encourage contemplation. But this entire visual "nightmare" lasts exactly until Marina Yuryevna places a tiny stool under her feet - they were bought for bathrooms in a famous Swedish store - does not extend her pointer with a laser point, does not adjust the bracelet on her wrist and does not start telling a story...
Living speech is music. And it is impossible to "retell" music. Marina Yuryevna Smirnova is one of those rare people for whom the Russian language is a gift. Something incredibly integral, deep, beautiful, alive. A very rare person is able to speak the great and mighty language like that.
Science, space, life and everyday life – everything is present in it and none of it exhausts it. And she speaks easily, naturally, the words flow, filling you faster than air. And you stand as if enchanted. And you understand everything she talks about on some deeper level. Maybe this is what it means to understand with the heart?
What do you need to understand? She is a school teacher of Russian language and literature. She has been going out to the "public" with a pointer for almost 50 years. Hence the ability to "hold" attention with a death grip. And to enchant with beauty and meaning.
But if we put aside the lyricism. Strange as it may seem, but for all the hundred years since Rasputin's death, the terrible myth about his life and participation in the life of the imperial family has never been subjected to any reasonable doubt. It has only become increasingly overgrown with husk and riffraff.
Here, in a rural, purely private museum, made on the knee, on a kopeck, with a collection of colored postcards, a broken mirror, a lisping gramophone and a magical wooden chair, the husk and riff-raff are pouring out and falling off. The creepy old man suddenly acquires human features. And Smirnova's Russian language is to blame for this.
- My husband is to blame for this, - says Marina Yuryevna. - The museum was conceived and created, of course, by him. People ask me, how did this even come to your mind? And I answer: listen to men. And no one believes me.
Here I make a surprised face. Because I am sure - this is coquetry on her part, curtseys. Well, who else can co-exist as equals next to such a star as Smirnova? Marina Yuryevna's husband is neither seen nor heard. I could not imagine that that shabby man with a snow shovel at the gate, who let in a group of visitors and closed the gate with a hook, was Vladimir Lyubomirovich Smirnov.
To which Russian historical science owes at least the discovery of the exact date of Rasputin's birth. A date that the capital's historians, archivists, writers, etc. did not know. And everyone else that surrounds me in this museum, too. But it all started with one number.
It all started back in the last year of school, when tenth-graders Marina and Volodya meet each other. And it’s hard to imagine two people more different in character. Wave and stone, ice and fire. The brightest, most self-confident, knowing exactly and best “how it should be” Marina. And the quiet, focused, not public, thinking Vladimir.
The seventies of the 20th century. On TV - Kobzon and Leshchenko, in the kitchens - Vysotsky and Galich. Say one thing, think another, do a third. Or better yet, don't do anything at all.
But where does this interest come from in the head of the young historian Smirnov? Why is there no beginning to Rasputin's biography? And the newly minted history student shares this simple question with his girlfriend, a linguistics student. Rasputin is known in China and Jamaica, but in his homeland, in the funds of the Tyumen Museum of Local History, there are only two authentic documents with his name. One note and one photograph.
And she casually tells him - my grandmother is from this Pokrovka. That is, Rasputin is a fellow countryman. A secret conspiracy... They are seventeen or eighteen years old. As a historian, he was interested in finding at least something. He dug through the Tobolsk and Tyumen archives. And he says, let's go to the archive of the Yarkovsky district.
— And I contradicted him — quite reasonably: if there is none in the central ones, what good can there be in the backwaters?
But Vladimir Lyubomirovich took a regular bus to Yarkovo. And there a find awaited him - an authentic record with the date of birth of Grigory Rasputin.
That's where it all started. We started traveling. Writing down the memories of old people, collecting photographs.
And then, as Marina Yuryevna says, "time fell apart." Some went on an untimely bender, others went into business and began to fight for their well-being. And her "quiet" husband thoughtfully collected all the family money, took it out of the savings book, borrowed some more from his mother-in-law - and bought a house in Pokrovskoye. The house where Rasputin's parents once lived. (Grigory's own house was barbarically destroyed in 1980.)
A powerful investment. The investment looked incredible. A house without windows or doors, everything that could be taken away had been taken away, burdock and wormwood grass were in full growth.
- When he brought me here to show me the house, - says Marina Yuryevna, - I thought I would kill him. What did he spend all our savings on?! And he quietly, heartfeltly says to me. Marina, you are a smart person, but a complete fool. Believe me, people from all over the world will come to you. And I thought: I married an idiot. In our city, the mammoth museums are empty, no one goes. And here there are 100 km of broken roads. Who will go?! Who needs your leaflets and photographs?
“Where did he get such confidence in his own rightness?” I ask.
- From Count Dracula, - Marina Yuryevna answers. - Back in Soviet times, he went to socialist Romania on a trip. But everyone there was just hanging out in the shops, and he went to this Dracula's castle. So that he could tell me later on the steps of Rasputin's house.
There are names in the history of mankind that the whole world knows. Dracula, Casanova, Marco Polo. And our Pokrovsky peasant Rasputin is one of them.
You have to listen to a man! Could I have imagined that just a few years later, on the porch of this house, I would be pouring vodka for the Boneham ensemble and drinking with them for the remembrance of Grigory Efimovich's soul?!
They mow down burdocks, glaze windows, whitewash walls, make stands from scrap materials. They hang up photographs, found birth certificates, several icons. And all this when there are no salaries, a bag of frozen mushrooms in the refrigerator, and a sack of potatoes in the cellar. And that's all the food.
“I’m afraid to seem like an idiot,” Marina Yuryevna begins the next chapter, “but then the mysticism begins.”
One day, Marina's mother comes to her apartment and tells her that the director of the Tyumen Battery Plant has just called her - her mother is the only one with a home phone - and said that he is going to take foreign guests to Tobolsk, and on the way to show them the Rasputin Museum. At 6 am on Saturday, the newly-minted "museum workers" Smirnovs are already there. Marina Yuryevna has washed the floor. They are waiting for the foreigners. Somewhere around 11 am, a foreign car stops at the gate, respectable people get out. Austrians. With a translator.
They did not know what awaited them. And what awaited them was… Grigory Efimovich in the flesh. This is no longer about History with documents, but about a theater with braid. In the village of Pokrovskoe lived Viktor Fyodorovich Prolubshchikov, a local cultural and educational worker, an actor of the folk theater, a colorful personality. Smirnova, by her own admission, “burning with shame,” persuaded him to “work” as a hero. He put on a kosovorotka from theatrical props, his own cowhide boots, combed his beard and became eerily similar to Rasputin. Only much shorter.
She was giving a tour, telling something, and at the end she rang the bell that had once hung on the door of Rasputin's family. And then the Siberian Elder appeared before the Austrians. He came out sideways from behind the stove. In his hands was a plate of pancakes with pike caviar, pickles and glasses of vodka on a tray. And he offered to drink to the remembrance of Grigory Efimovich's soul.
It is clear that the effect is devastating. The plant director pays for the pancake show and the memorial service as much as the Smirnovs spent on the entire renovation of the museum. When leaving, the foreigners leave a written thank you. On an ordinary A4 sheet of paper, which Marina Yuryevna will put under the cover of the first Guest Book and forget about it for a long time. When the Book is filled, she will take off the cover and find that sheet of paper with the Austrian text.
And what is mystical about it? In the date. The Austrian visit took place on July 17, 1992. This is the day when the royal family was shot in 1918.
And then - thirty years of life. Real scientific research work, archives, documents, people, testimonies and books. And yes - queues of buses with tourists, delegations of the powerful, fame all over the world and not a penny of state money.
What does Marina Yuryevna talk about for two and a half hours? I would dare to say it this way - about the day of July 17, 1918.
About an event in which, like the sun in a drop, everything is contained - the life and death of her fellow countryman from the village of Pokrovskoe, the life and death of the Russian Tsar, his wife, his children, the death of the Empire and, as a consequence, the suffering of millions of Russian people, blood, tragic beauty and unfading questions.
She tells it in such a way that whether you like it or not, you follow her voice. And you see how Russia, like a thousand-fold enlarged Titanic, is sailing towards its thousand-fold enlarged iceberg, and the people on board have their own truth, pain, beauty, stupidity, courage, meanness, vileness, blindness, deafness and late remorse.
The Smirnovs talk about their hero in such a way that you no longer care about all the things that were poured on him, accused, killed, buried, horrified, admired and hated.
Grigory Efimovich Rasputin, a peasant from the Tobolsk province, possessed a gift - an intuition of the abyss.
What did Russians have in common a hundred years ago? Not God, not the Tsar, not freedom, not hope, not good intentions. The intuition of the abyss. The approach of the inevitable. The breath of darkness.
And where is salvation?
Russian language.
In the Znamensky Cathedral in Tyumen, every Sunday after the big festive service, the priest comes to the center of the church, places an analogion with notes, opens the service book and begins to pray for all those who are now at the front. Names, names, names... The church is full of people, following him, with their lips alone - names, names, names. And so for more than an hour. And the longer this standing and praying lasts, the more clearly you understand: here it is - ours, common, the only thing that unites us all. Lord, have mercy - in Russian. And it retreats, retreats...
[Twitchy] Earlier we told you about a federal judge blocking Trump's trans military ban. This is just another example of a federal judge blocking Trump's executive orders way overreaching their jurisdiction. Today, Governor Ron DeSantis of Florida offered a suggestion to this very pressing issue.
A round up of tweets discussing Governor DeSantis’s proposal, in the usual Twitchy way, starting with the unembedded thing below.
Ron DeSantis
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Congress has the authority to strip jurisdiction of the federal courts to decide these cases in the first place.
The sabotaging of President Trump’s agenda by “resistance” judges was predictable — why no jurisdiction-stripping bills tee’d up at the onset of this Congress?
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Lots of noise about impeachment. We must study every ruling & act accordingly w/ everything on the table (noting: 14 Dem votes required in Senate.). But, more fertile ground… 1) House can pass a resolution stating there is/was an invasion, 2) we can defund radical courts.
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IANAL but the historical evidence shows that the US Congress can ABOLISH a federal court below the level of the USSC by a simple majority vote. This they did in 1863 and there was no big deal about it. This has nothing to do with impeachment either. The widespread ignorance about this fact and the silence of the legal profession online are both rather amazing at this point in time.
A multi-volume chronology and reference guide set detailing three years of the Mexican Drug War between 2010 and 2012.
Rantburg.com and borderlandbeat.com correspondent and author Chris Covert presents his first non-fiction work detailing
the drug and gang related violence in Mexico.
Chris gives us Mexican press dispatches of drug and gang war violence
over three years, presented in a multi volume set intended to chronicle the death, violence and mayhem which has
dominated Mexico for six years.
Rantburg was assembled from recycled algorithms in the United States of America. No
trees were destroyed in the production of this weblog. We did hurt some, though. Sorry.
