Tag: Russian Cultural Expert

1. Svit, during the dark days of pre Elon Musk purchase of Twitter, how did you survive the masking of accounts, cancel culture and the viscous left? Initially, I deleted my account, as I noticed other Twitter users were doing-so. However, the deletion, did not come easily, I struggled with it, but I could see weekly, often daily, my account was targeted and my followers dropped, as did the people I followed did – deleted it. Spooky! As a Tech, it was easy to see, or realize I was being targeted, while not “pin-pointed” personally, possibly I was caught in a “rule” that dastardly algorithm we always hear about. I suggest it was a rule-based tool, searching for phrases , created by programmers targeting conservative users. These rules, or algorithms, unlike the potato, or turnip, or bunny, they do not breed, human hands create them. Do not believe Obama!

I consider myself Russian, in the same sense an American from various states calls themselves American, i.e., Texan, Californian, etc. However, I do indeed come from people in various provinces of the Ukraine and Balkans. I am not from the Grand Duchy of Moscow. So, I am Ukrainian. See the irony? Unlike some Ukrainians that play in this 19th century Balkanization, I could see the stirring of war years ago, even when this so-called break occurred, I always wince when people bring up this imaginary Kievan Rus as their starting point for the break away. Its nonsense, foolish, and of course the European Union, that Von Renthe creation exploits it to the full – Guy Verhofstadt anyone? Not one of our good ancestors would understand this term Ukrainia in the modern sense, the nobles, the Grand Princes, and Emperors who ruled us never asked the simple peasant their opinions, and the likely answer “that’s for the Tsar to decide, not me”. My point, several people are guilty in this Ukrainian quagmire, and these guilty people now crow, and pimp for war with an innocence that shocks me…. My background, I did not have the greatest upbringings until a relative stepped in, and from there, my life was much better, but a new hammer came with it. This lady my aunt, struck fear into any nonsense, or bad grade I ever received. Her constant reminder that I was her parents’ grandson was the beginning of punishment. The fist that smacked my mug though, was always covered with velvet! I owe her everything, the wonderful woman, and her husband. He came recently before he died, telling me how proud she was of me, nothing was more awarding than this. As to more, I grew up hearing terrible stories of socialism, I had very old relatives around, so the constant stories were horrid. I mention one always, the worst, of a relative being stuffed in a barrel, nails jammed in, and rolled down a hill. Certainly, socialism at its most caring efficiency, it teaches the audience, the onlookers to obey!