No, this will not be a litany of every horrible thing that has taken place everywhere in the world during the past twelve months — I’d never be able to hold your attention that long. And I’m sure you’ll agree that living through it once was quite enough, thank you. Besides, CNN has already done its job, offering links to their 100 top digital stories of the year.

Of course, I couldn’t resist going down their entire list, and the first thing I noticed was that CNN clearly subscribes to my own observation that — with the occasional exception — if it ain’t bad, it ain’t news. In all fairness, though, I don’t believe they have much choice. Seriously . . . aside from the incredible success of Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour, and the reappearance of Laverna (a.k.a. Otter 841) and her newborn pup off the coast of California, how much good news can you remember from the past year?

That being said, I’ve chosen a few of CNN’s headlines as perfect examples of what I mean (not in chronological order). And what a hell of a year it’s been!

November 6th: Trump wins. — Oh, crap, we may as well stop right here. No? All right, then . . . let’s go on.

July 13th: Trump survives assassination attempt. — I probably should have put that one first, because if he hadn’t survived, then the election would have been a whole different ball game, wouldn’t it? I am glad he wasn’t killed — I don’t wish anyone harm — but couldn’t he have taken that as a wakeup call and quietly withdrawn? No?

September 15th: Second Trump assassination attempt. — The good news was, no one was hurt. The other news: he’s still not taking the hint.

May 30th: Donald Trump found guilty on all 34 charges in hush money trial. Now, wait just a damn minute. — After this one, do the first three items make any sense at all??!!!

Anyway, moving on . . .

May 17th: Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs says he is ‘truly sorry’ for physically assaulting Cassie Ventura in 2016. — Well, isn’t that special! I’m sure she feels a lot better now.

March 26th: Baltimore Key Bridge collapses after ship collision. — That was a bad, bad day.

July 19th: Global tech outage. The entire world goes into mourning.

September 4th: At least 4 killed in Georgia high school shooting. — Are you beginning to get my drift?

August 8th: Zero calorie sweetener linked to blood clots and risk of heart disease, study finds. — First they tell you sugar is bad for you, and now . . .

September 26th: Hurricane Helene makes historic landfall. — She sure did, and right in my back yard this time. We had localized flooding, downed trees and power lines, damaged roads, and three days without power . . . and we were among the lucky ones. North Carolina, for example, still hasn’t recovered:

October 9th: Hurricane Milton hits Florida. — Another one of a string of really bad ones this year — and right on the heels of Helene.

December 4th: Gunman at large after UnitedHealthcare CEO fatally shot in ‘brazen targeted attack,’ police say. — Horrible, tragic, senseless killings continue. The only good news here is that they did get the shooter a couple of days later.

July 5th: Earth’s core has slowed so much it’s moving backward, scientists confirm. — I don’t even know what to say about this one. I think it may be a good place to quit, because I’m afraid I may be getting light-headed from spinning backward.

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And that’s less than a quarter of the whole list. I haven’t even touched on Russia’s war against Ukraine, the ongoing chaos in the Middle East, the U.S. presidential debates, other mass shootings and stabbings around the world, or several more natural disasters. I really don’t think I have the strength to go on.

On second thought, maybe just one more, because it’s my very favorite:

November 12th: Don’t sit on the toilet for more than 10 minutes, doctors warn. — Dammit! Now I’ll never finish that book.

Oh, well . . . Happy New Year, everyone, and good riddance to the old one.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/31/24

To close out what has been, to say the least, a difficult year, I am pleased to bring you a bit of cheer from a most unexpected place: the war zone of Ukraine.

Welcome to the Ivan Franko Drama Theater of Kyiv.

And say hello to its current director, Yevhen Nyshchuk . . . who, after serving a year at the front following the Russian invasion in 2022, was able to return to his career in the theater along with other former actors.

Since its reopening six months after the start of the war, the Ivan Franko Drama Theater has staged more than 1,500 performances, attended by more than half a million patrons. Most, if not all, of their plays and concerts have sold out in minutes. [Svitlana Vlasova, CNN, December 29, 2024.]

One devoted theatergoer, Olha Mesheryakova, expects to attend at least a dozen performances in the coming year . . . despite not knowing what the coming year will actually bring to the lives of the Ukrainian people. She explains that the theater offers a sense of hope:

“This creates a certain expectation, gives a kind of structure, great support at a time when the world around me has gone crazy, and I know exactly what I’m going to do on December 23, for example, because I bought tickets in the summer. Honestly, it gives me hope and faith in the future. It’s some kind of magic.” [Id.]

And if a performance is interrupted by air raid sirens, as they frequently are . . . well, then the audience and the performers leave the theater and take shelter at the nearest metro station. If all is clear within an hour, the performance resumes; if not, the show continues on another day.

It reminds me of stories I’ve read of the London Blitz during World War II: stories of unimaginable courage and resilience in the face of interminable misery and fear.

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And it’s not just the theaters that are going strong. The number of bookstores in Ukraine has actually increased since the start of the war from around 200 to nearly 500 today. The largest, Sens, opened on Kyiv’s main street while the war raged. It is crowded at all times of the day, and says that it had more than half a million customers this year. They also have events planned for months in advance. [Id.]

The store’s founder, Oleksiy Erinchak, explains the rationale behind his opening of a business in the midst of a war:

“[A] book is the most convenient way to spend time during the war when it is impossible to predict anything. Many people have switched to the Ukrainian language [from Russian]. They are trying to understand what it means to be Ukrainian. And books make it much easier to do that.

“Maybe it’s just war, or stress, and a person just hides under the covers, under the bed, opens a book and travels to other worlds to get away from it all. Or not traveling to other worlds, but delving deeper to understand why did this happen in our lifetime? And books actually have many answers, and you can feel them, understand them, and feel better.

“Local culture always flourishes during wartime … If people are bringing money to the Ukrainian bookstore, it means that we need to invest this money further in Ukrainian books, in Ukrainian culture. We need to build this foundation in our book and cultural sphere as strongly as possible and build a semantic shield around it, a dome so that it would be much more difficult for others to break in and influence the minds of Ukrainians.”

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And for those who may find the emphasis on culture a bit frivolous or inappropriate during wartime, Yegor Firsov — a chief sergeant who has been fighting in Ukraine’s defense against Russia since 2022 — has an answer, even as he and others are living in what he describes as “real hell”:

“When it comes to women and children, I and my brothers-in-arms, and everyone, supports it. Because people are distracted from stress and in such difficult times they want to experience something genuine, and bookshops and theaters are about the real thing, about life.” [Id.]

On occasional leave from the fighting, Sergeant Firsov sometimes manages to come to Kyiv. And when he does, he also goes to concerts:

“Culture is a part of our lives, it is both about war and partly about leisure, because even we, military men, need mental healing, need to be distracted, to be resilient.” [Id.]

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All of this goes a long way toward explaining how the people of Ukraine — while vastly outnumbered and out-armed — have held out against the Russian war machine for nearly three years, without losing faith or certainty in their survival as a free and sovereign nation.

And that nobility of spirit is what Vladimir Putin has not been able to crack . . . and likely never will.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/31/24

Or so it was said on this date in 1922, five years after the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917, when a confederation of Russia, Belorussia, Ukraine and the Transcaucasian Federation* entered into a treaty officially establishing the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics — or the more easily pronounceable Soviet Union — and rendered the Russian Empire extinct.

[* Later, in 1936, to be divided into the three Soviet Republics of Georgia, Armenia and Azerbaijan.]

During those five post-revolutionary years, Vladimir Lenin’s Bolshevik Party had fought (and won) a civil war and established a tightly-controlled, socialist form of government, making Russia the first country in the world to be based on Marxist socialism. The country was ruled by the Communist Party and its Politburo; all industry was owned and operated by the state; and all agricultural land was divided into state-run collective farms.

Over the following years, the USSR expanded to include Moldavia (now Moldova), the three Baltic states of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia, and the five Central Asian republics of Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan and Turkmenistan: a total of 15 Soviet Socialist Republics controlled by the government located in Russia.

And the rest, as they say . . .

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And just 69 years later, on Christmas day of 1991, it all fell apart, when Boris Yeltsin took the reins of power from Mikhail Gorbachev, and the Soviet “hammer-and-sickle” flag was lowered and the tri-color flag of the Russian Federation raised over the Moscow Kremlin.

What celebrations there were then! What joy! What optimism! What a decade of wild, unbridled galloping toward democracy, capitalism, Western-style freedom was to follow.

What a pipe dream!

Because you can’t tear down one structure and expect another to immediately pop up in its place. You have to have a plan, and the tools and materials for a new structure. And none of those things existed in Yeltsin’s Russia. So what they did have, for eight crazy years, was chaos.

Then along came Vladimir Putin to “fix” things.

And the rest . . . well, you know.

Today, after a quarter of a century in power, Putin has indeed “fixed” things. He has stabilized Russia’s economic, industrial, military, agricultural, and social structures . . . if, by “stabilized,” you mean “taken total control of.” Today’s Russia has become a carbon copy of Lenin’s USSR: an expansionist, militaristic, oppressive, closed society with a government ruled by one evil, shifty-eyed, megalomaniacal little tyrant determined to rule the world.

He is, in effect, the 21st Century’s Lenin . . . history repeating itself, but with technology and weaponry never imagined 100 years ago.

The world moves much more quickly now than it did a century ago. What lies ahead for Russia in the next decade — or, for that matter, in the next days — cannot possibly be predicted. We can only hope for something better than what it has today.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/30/24

This has been a long — and, I’m sorry to say, often depressing — year. It feels as though we’ve gone into extra innings, circling the bases a couple of hundred times, struggling to survive wars, natural disasters, terror attacks, collapsing governments, plane crashes, mass shootings, rampant inflation, more wars, and the loss of far too many good people.

Well, that’s more than enough. We’re finally rounding third base and heading for home: the start of a new year in less than two days. We’re supposed to be looking ahead with optimism and good cheer. After all, simply by reason of the fact that we’re still here, sliding into home plate . . . well, haven’t we already won the game?

Then why all the doom and gloom everywhere? Because it makes news . . . that’s why. These days, if it’s not bad, it’s simply not news. Even my blog has become mostly a commentary on the DOD — “Disaster of the Day” — which means that it too is depressing, by default.

So, as 2024 comes screeching to a halt, I shall — contrary to my earlier promise to myself — make a single New Year’s resolution for 2025: I resolve to dedicate at least one posting per week to something wholly and completely — maybe even nauseatingly — pleasant, cheerful, and most likely apropos of nothing.

No, I’m not giving up on venting my thoughts and feelings about all the chaos on our screwed-up planet. The world isn’t going to change, after all; and I do still need an outlet. But I will hereafter be on a dedicated search for bits and pieces of happiness as well, even if they’re sometimes meaningless or silly. And if I can’t find anything, I’ll just make something up. A limerick, perhaps.

“There once was a girl from Nantucket . . .”

In the meantime, happy Penultimate Day of 2024, everyone.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/30/24

Peanut farmer; Georgia State Senator; Governor of Georgia; President of the United States, diplomat.

Camp David Accords, Panama Canal Treaties, SALT II, civil rights advocate, Nobel Peace Prize recipient, Habitat for Humanity.

A life well lived.

Requiescat in pace.

Mea culpa.

I should know better than to take anything Vladimir Putin says at face value. Yesterday, when it was reported that he had “apologized” to Azerbaijani President Aliyev for the crash of one of that country’s airliners in Kazakhstan, I thought it was a far better approach than Soviet leader Yuri Andropov’s response to the downing of Korean Air Flight 007 had been in 1983 — which at that time was, of course, to deny, deny, deny.

I did, however, qualify my reaction by indicating that Putin’s “apology” sounded more like a sympathy call, as he had not actually accepted responsibility for the tragedy, despite mounting evidence that the plane may have been shot down — whether knowingly or accidentally — by Russian forces stationed in the area.

Still, I should have waited a bit longer, because I had not yet seen a report of the comments made by the Kremlin’s official voice of authority, spokesman Dmitry Peskov, in a conference call with reporters. When asked about calls from Azerbaijani lawmaker Rasim Musabeyov for an apology, our old friend Peskov had this to say:

“This aviation incident is under investigation and until the conclusions are made as a result of the investigation, we do not consider ourselves entitled to give any assessments and will not do so. At the same time, we have our aviation authorities who can do this and information can only come from them. We do not consider ourselves entitled to comment on this.” [Nathan Hodge, CNN, December 27, 2024.]

Thus, Peskov has offered nothing new. Instead, he is sticking to the old, reliable tactic of talking while saying absolutely nothing — which, in Kremlin-speak, is tantamount to a denial . . . or at the very least, a delaying tactic to allow time to come up with an alternative story.

Well, at least they haven’t resorted to the old Soviet standby: “That is an internal matter” — usually followed by someone leaving the room in a huff. Not yet, anyway.

But it’s still early days.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/29/24

It’s not at all a happy instance, of course: this week’s destruction of an Azerbaijan Airlines passenger plane over Kazakhstan, killing 38 of the passengers and crew.

As expected, immediately following the tragedy, there was speculation as to the possibility of the plane having been struck by a missile — and, because of the location, likely at the hands of Russian forces in the area. As evidence mounted that this might indeed have occurred, the Putin government went into defensive mode, cautioning against promoting “hypotheses” as to the cause of the crash.

But they didn’t flatly deny it. And yesterday brought a headline that both shocked and delighted me:

“Putin Apologizes, Tells Azerbaijan Russian Air Defenses Were Activated When Jet Crashed”
[RFE/RL’s Russian Service, December 28, 2024]

The report said that “Russian President Vladimir Putin has apologized over the crash of an Azerbaijan Airlines passenger plane this week, the Kremlin said, amid growing evidence that the jet was hit by a Russian air-defense missile in the Chechnya region before it went down in Kazakhstan, killing 38 of the 67 people on board. In a phone call with Azerbaijani President Ilham Aliyev, Putin said Russian air defenses were repelling an alleged Ukrainian drone attack on Chechnya’s capital, Grozny, when the plane was trying to land at the airport there, a Kremlin statement said.” [Id.]

It went on to state that Putin had “conveyed his apologies in connection with the fact that the tragic incident occurred in Russian airspace” — while still not acknowledging that it was indeed a Russian missile strike that had caused the crash. [Id.]

Well, all right . . . that’s almost an apology. It actually sounds, from the reports available, more like an expression of sympathy. But it’s a huge step in the right direction as compared to the aftermath of another crash, some 41 years ago, that was quite personal to me . . .

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1983: Korean Airlines flight shot down by Soviet Union.

I was in the office when the call came from the Dean of Columbia University Law School, telling me that John Oldham had been on that Korean Air Flight 007 to Seoul, en route to China for his summer of study and teaching.

All I could say was, “No! Not the one the Soviets shot down!”

Tragically, yes.

John was an amazing young man — smart, hard-working, decent, with a bright future. Just having graduated from law school, he was scheduled to join our firm; but first he had been offered an internship in Beijing for a year of study, with a side job of teaching English. He had been scheduled to leave a day earlier, but had changed his reservations in order to accommodate a friend who needed help with something. That was John.

And now he was gone.

It fell to me to tell everyone — but first of all, Walter. That was my immediate boss, Walter Surrey — a prominent international attorney and senior partner of a firm with clients doing business throughout the world, including China and the Soviet Union. But he was at a dental appointment that morning, so I had to tell him by phone, before he might hear it somewhere else.

When I called him at the dentist’s office and broke the news, he said nothing for a moment. Then: “Call Tregub. I want him in my office at noon. No excuses.” And he hung up.

Valeriy Tregub was our commercial contact in the Soviet Embassy. When I reached him by phone, there were none of the usual niceties. I told him bluntly, “One of our people was on that plane. Walter wants to see you here at noon.” And he didn’t argue.

When Tregub arrived, he looked as though he’d already been through hell; and his meeting with Walter didn’t help. I learned later from Walter that he had told Tregub what he thought his government should do: accept responsibility for a terrible, accidental tragedy, and offer restitution. But of course, that never happened. Instead, the Soviet government under Yuri Andropov closed ranks, denied involvement in the incident, and slammed shut the Iron Curtain.

And to this day, there has been no justice for the 269 passengers and crew members on that flight . . . John Oldham included. He would have been around 65 now, perhaps a father and grandfather, and probably looking forward to retirement from a highly successful career. But it never happened.

And 41 years later, it still hurts — for me, and for the families and friends of the other 268 people aboard that flight. Nothing could have brought those victims back to life; but an apology — or even a simple acknowledgment of responsibility — would have gone a long way toward mitigating the anger.

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So perhaps now, in a world some four decades older and (hopefully) wiser, Vladimir Putin will take yet another step toward doing the right thing, admit that his people made a tragic mistake, and offer restitution — not simply to improve his image, but because it is the right thing to do.

Just sayin’ . . ..

Brendochka
12/29/24

What a wonderful gift it would be for the New Year, if we were able to bring home the remaining political prisoners from Vladimir Putin’s penal colonies: those people who never should have been there in the first place, who have done nothing more heinous than speak the truth about the Putin regime or about the war in Ukraine in particular, but who missed out on the prisoner swap in August of this year.

It saddens me beyond words to have to end this year, and face the beginning of yet another year, by once more listing their names in my small effort to ensure they are not forgotten. But here they are again:

David Barnes
Gordon Black
Marc Fogle
Robert Gilman
Stephen James Hubbard
Ksenia Karelina
Andrey Kuznechyk (in Belarus)
Michael Travis Leake
Ihar Losik (in Belarus)
Daniel Martindale
Farid Mehralizada (in Azerbaijan)
Robert Shonov
Eugene Spector
Laurent Vinatier
Robert Romanov Woodland
Vladislav Yesypenko (in Crimea)

I wish each and every one of them — and all those whose names are not known to me — continued courage, hope, and a one-way ticket home in the year to come.

Godspeed.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/29/24

What would happen? It’s simple:

The old folks would reclaim the world, and send the last two generations back to school.

Because without the calculators, they couldn’t do basic arithmetic, let alone this thing called “Common Core” math.

Without a GPS, they couldn’t find their way to the nearest emergency room or sushi restaurant.

And without Google, they’d have to learn to use a card index in a building called “a Library” — if they could even find their way to the Library without a GPS.

They’d have to learn to speak to people face-to-face, because there would be no email or texting. They’d also have to learn to use a telephone attached to a wall in a building or a phone booth. But first they’d have to look up the number in a big, heavy phone book.

And they’d have to go into a bunch of different stores to shop, because there would be no Amazon. (Sorry, Jeff Bezos.)

They’d have to start wearing a watch to know what time it is . . . which, of course, would necessitate learning to read an analog clock.

Typing would be on an actual typewriter, using all eight fingers, with the right thumb reserved for the space bar. By the way, let me introduce you to carbon paper, typewriter erasers, and something called White-Out, which smells odd but won’t really get you high.

And while we’re designing the curriculum for this re-education program, let’s teach the young folks how to write in cursive, just for the fun of it.

Travel would be more interesting, too. Flying would require calls to various airlines for flight times and fares, and a visit to the airline office to pick up your paper tickets. For a road trip, you might want to call the AAA (American Automobile Association) for a TripTik, to map out your routes and make your hotel reservations.

Want to watch a movie? We’re not going back to the Stone Age, so you could still do this at home . . . but only at the scheduled time on one of the dozen or so TV channels. Or you could buy a VCR and a whole library of VHS tapes of your favorite flicks.

Because there wouldn’t be anything “on demand.” Life would be slower — but would that really be such a bad thing?

Sure, we’d miss all of our tech “stuff” if it were taken away from us now. But for those of us who grew up without it, that slower life was somehow easier, and quieter, and more friendly. And sometimes I miss it. It might be nice to reconnect to the human side of life.

But on the other hand, you wouldn’t have been reading my blog back in those low-tech days, because the concept of a “blog” didn’t exist yet. So maybe . . . just maybe . . . our tech stuff isn’t all bad.

The jury is still out on AI, though. That shit really scares me.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/28/24

Christmas is a time for families and friends, and often total strangers, to come together in harmony and peace. It’s a time for messages of love and good wishes for the coming year.

And this year, it was a time for America to receive the biggest, bestest gift imaginable for the coming year: three additions to the family, whose names are:

Canada,
Panama Canal,
and
Greenland

Yes, those would be strange names for a trio of newborns . . . if we were talking about people. (Though not any stranger than some of Elon Musk’s offspring, but let’s not belabor that subject.)

We are, however, talking about geographical entities. And the incoming American Alienator-In-Chief has decided that the United States needs all three in order to secure our . . . well, I’m not sure exactly what we’re supposed to be securing. But he says we need them, so it must be true.

Accordingly, Canadian Prime Minister Trudeau will hereinafter be known as Governor Trudeau of the State of Canada; the Chinese (who may or may not be in Panama at all) will no longer have control (which they may or may not actually have at all) of the Canal; and the people of Greenland will have to forget their Greenlandic and Danish languages and begin working on their English.

And someone will be busily trying to figure out how to arrange 53 stars on a flag. Good luck with that . . . 53 isn’t divisible by anything.

Wait! I’ve got it! Three rows of 11 and two rows of 10 . . . a total of 53 really, really small stars.

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Okay, that’ll work. Now, if we can only get the people of Canada, Panama and Denmark to agree . . .

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/28/24