Holy crap! Yesterday turned out to be down-and-dirty time in the U.S. House of Representatives; and it should surprise no one that the two antagonists were none other than everyone’s favorite southern belle, Republican Marjorie Taylor Greene, and her verbal equal from New York, Democrat Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (often referred to simply as AOC). What honor they bring to their elected positions! What grace! What superior intelligence! What class!
AOC vs. MTG
What a couple of . . . well, never mind. I won’t join in the fray. But I do take pleasure in passing along their exchange, as reported by CNN, for those who haven’t yet heard about it.
Not surprisingly, Greene started it with a mystifyingly irrelevant question in the midst of a House Oversight Committee markup on the issue of contempt charges against Attorney General Merrick Garland. She began by asking Democrats on the committee whether any of them employ the daughter of Judge Juan Merchan, who is presiding over the New York criminal trial of Donald Trump.
[What the . . . ???]
So Rep. Jasmine Crockett (D-Texas) understandably responded by asking Greene, “Do you know what we’re here for?”
Greene: “I don’t think you know what you’re here for . . . I think your fake eyelashes are messing up what you’re reading.”
[What the . . . ???]
Not one ever to pass up an opportunity to run her mouth, AOC jumped right in with: “That is absolutely unacceptable. How dare you attack the physical appearance of another person.”
Greene (to AOC): “Are your feelings hurt?”
AOC: “Oh, girl. Baby girl. Don’t even play.”
[Okay, now it’s beginning to sound like a rehearsal of West Side Story.]
During a break, but with her microphone still on, AOC told her Democratic colleagues that Greene’s ego was bruised, and that “she doesn’t want to say sorry to nobody for nothing. She is going to learn.”
[To “nobody” for “nothing”? I hate to be picky, but some rudimentary English grammar might be nice here. Well, we’ll just chalk that one up to the heat of the moment . . . ]
When asked if she would strike her words, Greene agreed to do so, but said she would not apologize. AOC then made another motion to strike Greene’s words, which elicited the following:
Greene: “Why don’t you debate me?”
AOC: “I think it’s pretty self-evident.”
Greene: “Yeah, you don’t have enough intelligence.”
And so on.
The whole thing finally concluded with Greene continuing to refuse to apologize, though she said she would strike her words so that the proceedings could move forward. She was eventually allowed to continue speaking, though some Democrats — as well as Colorado Republican Lauren Boebert — voted to have her silenced for the remainder of the proceeding. Too bad that didn’t actually happen.
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And we mustn’t forget about Texas Republican Jasmine Crockett, who was apparently still smarting from the false eyelashes remark. According to reports:
[Following]“a series of confusing votes in response to Greene’s explosive rhetoric, Crockett made a dig that appeared to be directed at . . . [Greene]”:
“‘I’m just curious. Just to better understand your ruling. If someone on this committee then starts talking about somebody’s bleach blonde bad built butch body, that would not be engaging in personalities, correct?’” [CNN, May 16, 2024.]
To which Committee Chairman James Comer . . . apparently worn out . . . responded: “Uh, what now?”
As shocking as it may seem, my favorite wordsmith, Dmitry Peskov, in delivering the pronouncements of “el jefe” Vladimir Putin, has spoken the absolute, logical, indisputable truth with regard to the planned summit in Switzerland to discuss a peace process in Ukraine:
“Without Russia, discussing security issues that concern us is absolutely futile.” [Reuters, May 16, 2024.]
The One . . . the Only . . . Dmitry Peskov, Kremlin Spokesman
Well . . . duh! Of course it’s futile to make arrangements for someone — in this case, an entire country — without that someone’s input. That would, of course, require their presence at the discussions. And it appears that Russia hasn’t been invited to attend.
As we already know, all attempts at negotiations have failed thus far because, first, Russia absolutely refuses to give back a centimeter of the land it has stolen from Ukraine to date; and second, because Ukraine won’t simply break down and gift its land to Russia. Stalemate.
So some 50 countries are ready and willing to devote the time (and, not incidentally, the money) involved in planning and implementing a summit meeting in Lucerne to try to come up with a reasonable plan that would be acceptable to both parties. Well, I hate to tell you world leaders this, but . . .
There ain’t no such thing!
Not at this point, anyway. Because what Russia is demanding is not reasonable. Vladimir Putin has — without provocation or any semblance of just cause (“Naziism,” indeed!) — marched in and stolen pieces of a sovereign nation and claimed them as his own. And, like a child on a playground, he won’t give back the toys he snatched and he’ll jump up and down and scream until he’s blue in the face and until he gets his own way, so there!
“No! They’re mine!”
And because there is far more at stake for Russia than “just” Ukrainian territory. Perversely, there is now the need to continue bolstering its war-time economy by extending the war it had not expected to become so protracted and expensive . . . as evidenced by this week’s replacement of the Defense Minister, General Sergei Shoigu, with a civilian economist, Andrey Belousov. Not to mention his planned long-term future advance through other parts of Eastern Europe. Both of which Putin, of course, denies and denies and denies until, again, he is blue in the face.
Or at least red . . .
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Now, I laud all of you peace-loving diplomats and politicians for your desire to end this hideous war that never should have begun in the first place. But do you really think that you have a snowball’s chance in hell of convincing Russia to yield an inch on its demands, or Ukraine to simply give away its precious land? I sincerely hope you do, and if you succeed, I’ll be the first — and the happiest — to admit I was wrong. But for now, I have to agree with Mr. Peskov.
No, it wasn’t the Simon & Garfunkel dream about the world agreeing to put an end to war, though I wish it had been, since it might have had a chance of coming true today. Rather, I dreamt that I was riding in an official limousine with some other people when we were caught in a hail of gunfire. We ducked down, hightailed it out of there, and escaped unharmed, except for the dog, who was sadly shot and killed. But we still had to hide from gangs of terrorists who were everywhere . . . though they looked more like street gangs out of West Side Story than 21st-Century international terrorists. Anyway . . .
The other details — which are still incredibly clear in my mind — are not relevant here. The only reason I’m telling you this story is because this morning, when I looked at the news headlines, I saw that Slovakia’s Prime Minister, Robert Fico, had been shot and seriously wounded in “a hail of gunfire.”
Oh! My! God! I’m psychic!
Well, hardly. At least, I don’t think so. It’s just coincidence, right?
But about the Prime Minister. I’ve written about him before, out of concern for his Moscow-leaning form of government; his friendliness toward Viktor Orban, the similarly-inclined Prime Minister of Hungary; and Slovakia’s pulling away from its support of Ukraine — with whom it shares a border, albeit one of just 97 km. (about 60 miles).
Robert Fico, Prime Minister of SlovakiaViktor Orban, Prime Minister of Hungary
I know I have expressed a desire to see both of these men out of office, hopefully to be replaced by more liberal leaders. But I do not — NOT EVER — wish anyone bodily harm. And the news report that just flashed on my screen indicates that, after three hours of surgery, Robert Fico is still fighting for his life, and “the situation is bad.” [BBC, May 15, 2024, 2:50 p.m. EDT.]
I sincerely hope Mr. Fico recovers. Would I like to see him take this attack as a sign that it’s time for him to leave the political arena? Yes, I would. But I also hope that this assassination attempt — which has already been labelled as politically motivated — will have failed. We need Slovakia, Hungary, and all the other Eastern European nations within NATO’s orbit; but not at the cost of people’s lives . . . or the loss of human decency and civilized society.
Okay now: He stays; he’s moved laterally; this one has a whole new department to become familiar with; and that one . . . oh-oh. That one appears to have been downgraded, and — oh, no! — is now out-ranked by his own son, who seems to have sprung fully formed from the head of Zeus. When they play games in Moscow, they play hard.
Well, maybe not this hard.
It’s no surprise to see changes at the start of a new administrative term, even with the same president. But some of this year’s moves in Moscow have caught people by surprise.
It all started with Defense Minister — or I should say, former Defense Minister — Sergei Shoigu. This was not a huge shock, as he had been under criticism for some time with regard to his management of the war . . . excuse me, the special military operation . . . in Ukraine. He has been a close friend of Vladimir Putin’s for many years, and even survived Yevgeny Prigozhin’s attempted mutiny against him last year (which Prigozhin himself didn’t survive for very long). But performance and results trump friendship every time, and Putin decided a change was necessary. And there was that little matter of one of Shoigu’s proteges at the Defense Ministry being arrested and charged with corruption . . . Still, we’re talking about an old friend, and so he was given a more-than-satisfactory new job. More about that later.
Sergei Shoigu, Former Minister of Defense, now . . . ?
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First, let’s see who replaces Shoigu as Defense Minister. Surely, it has to be someone of equal or greater military rank . . . What’s that you say? It’s a civilian? An economist? A freakin’ desk jockey?!!
Well, yes. But Andrey Belousov is, by all accounts, a brilliant economist who, according to my favorite Kremlin spokesman, Dmitry Peskov, “. . . is not just a civilian, but a person who very succssfully headed the Ministry of Economic Development of Russia, for a long time he was aide to the president on economic issues, and was also the first deputy chairman of the government in the previous cabinet of ministers.”
But why a civilian to run a war? Because, according to Peskov, “Today on the battlefield, the winner is the one who is more open to innovation. Therefore, it is natural that at the current stage, the president decided that the Russian Ministry of Defense should be headed by a civilian.” [Anna Chernova, Helen Regan and Ivana Kottasova, CNN, May 13, 2024.]
Andrey Belousov, Russian (Civilian) Minister of Defense
Oh, well now . . . that explains it: because “the president decided.” The Gospel According to Saint Vladimir. Right. But it’s okay, because we are assured that General Shoigu will still be available to consult as needed. Don’t we all feel much better now?
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And since you’re all dying to know where Shoigu’s new office will be, I won’t keep you waiting any longer. It will be right there in the Kremlin, as the new Secretary of the Russian Security Council. Wow! With Vladimir Putin himself holding the office of Chairman of the Security Council, and Dmitry Medvedev as Deputy Chairman, that places Shoigu at the table with both of them. That actually sounds like a promotion to me, but . . .
NOW HOLD ON JUST A DAMNED MINUTE! They already have a Secretary of the Security Council — Nikolai Patrushev, that scary, hawkish guy I’ve written about a couple of times. What’s going on with him?
“I’m going WHERE???”
Actually, the world was kept hanging for a day or two on that one. And finally it was announced that, after 16 years in his position as the right hand to God, his new job — for which he undoubtedly never applied — will be “overseeing the shipbuilding industry.” The Kremlin said that Patrushev “would bring his vast experience to a role of a slightly different character but that shipbuilding was ‘an absolutely strategic sector’ and did not rule out that he would be given further responsibilities.” [Guy Faulconbridge and Andrew Osborn, Reuters, May 14, 2024.]
Aw, come on, guys. We’re not stupid; we know a demotion when we see one. What’s really behind all this? Maybe Patrushev, who is now 72 years old, was getting ready to retire anyway? Maybe he’s having health problems, or just wants to spend more time with his grandkids? Or maybe he’s been a bad boy and displeased the boss. Who knows?
But apparently one humiliation wasn’t enough. So to rub a little salt into the wound, Patrushev’s 46-year-old son, Dmitry Patrushev, has been promoted from Minister of Agriculture to the position of Deputy Prime Minister in charge of agriculture.
Aw, gee whiz, Dad . . . I didn’t know. Honest.
Yeah . . . we’ll see how that family dynamic works out.
Dmitry Patrushev
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Incidentally, I’m sure you’ll be as happy . . . well, nearly as happy . . . as I am to know that my sweetheart, Putin’s Parrot, the inimitable Dmitry Peskov, has held onto his job as Kremlin spokesman, or Press Secretary, or whatever his official title is. He is, to my way of thinking, the closest thing to irreplaceable. His somber, sometimes angry, often bleak pronouncements never fail to capture my attention . . . and frequently even make me smile at the sincerity with which he delivers them. Stay the course, Dima; Kremlin news wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without you.
Dmitry Peskov, Kremlin Press Secretary
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There have been announcements of other promotions of the “new generation” of Putin’s sycophants (or should that be “psycho-phants”?) — something at which Putin had hinted in the recent past: a whole new, younger group of lackeys for him to potty train. Frankly, I’ve never heard of any of them, so a little more digging on my part is in order. What a great excuse for another chapter or two.
In the meantime, the grown-up version of Moscow Musical Chairs continues. Let’s hope it’s not followed by a round of Russian Roulette.
The nerve — the absolute gall — of Vladimir Putin to announce a major shuffling of the top government posts just when I’ve taken a break from writing in order to get some personal business attended to! I mean . . . the cojones!!! It’s as though he knows how much I love the analysis and writing, and positively abhor the other stuff, and he’s doing this just to drive me crazy.
Stop it, Vlad . . . you’re killing me!
Well, okay, that’s delusional. He doesn’t know I exist (thank Heaven!). But I am weak-willed when it comes to putting aside the necessities and indulging in the pleasures. So, I’m going to take a break from my break, and I’ll be back here tomorrow with my comments on the latest from the Kremlin. I’ll just have to find the answer to the 25-hour day . . . which will be easier than finding the answer to the workings of Putin’s brain.
Holy crap! He demoted Nikolai Patrushev??!!! I mean, what the hell . . .
Staff Sgt. Gordon Black is 34 years old, a U.S. soldier with 16 years of service, most recently stationed in South Korea. He has a wife from whom he is estranged and who filed for divorce in 2022, a 6-year-old daughter, and parents back home in the U.S. And he reportedly has — or had — a girlfriend in Vladivostok, Russia, whom he met while in South Korea, where she had lived for five years and was working in a bar.
Staff Sgt. Gordon Black, American: HOSTAGE
Black left South Korea last week for his new assignment at Fort Cavazos, Texas, where he was to report within two weeks. But instead of traveling straight to the U.S., he detoured to Vladivostok by way of China. Black’s mother and estranged wife believe the young woman, identified as Aleksandra Vashchuk, having returned home from South Korea, “lured” him to Russia for one last meeting. When he landed on May 2nd, he was arrested and charged with “secretly stealing property” of a person identified only as “citizen T.” He is being held until at least July 2nd, according to a spokesperson for the Pervomaisky District Court.
Aleksandra Vashchuk, Russian: The Girlfriend
The U.S. Defense Department is investigating whether Black was specifically targeted by Russian intelligence services; the Russian Foreign Affairs Ministry has said Black’s detention had nothing to do with politics or espionage. We shall see what transpires by the end of his two-month detention. In the meantime, Staff Sgt. Gordon Black makes it onto the list of Putin’s HOSTAGES.
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And reports of arrests for spurious reasons continue to crop up. Just two examples are the February 2022 detention of 21-year-old university student Danuta Perednya, sentenced to 6-1/2 years for reposting a message on social media app Telegram criticizing the war in Ukraine; and the October 2023 arrest of another university student, Olesya Krivtsova, for posting an Instagram story also criticizing the war in Ukraine. In the latter case — in circumstances far too reminiscent of the Stalin era — Krivtsova was reported to authorities by some fellow students at their university in Arkhangelsk. She has since been added to a list of terrorists and extremists, charged with discrediting the military. She has been placed under house arrest, and is facing as long as seven years in prison.
There has been little or no publicity concerning the estimated hundreds of such cases; there are just too many, and too often they simply fall between the cracks. But the Russian prison system is overflowing with them, for the simple act of reposting an article, or speaking out against the war in Ukraine. Clearly, the worst years of the Soviet Union are being revisited upon the Russian populace.
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And so, I once again implore you, please do not forget those who remain HOSTAGES; their families and friends haven’t. And here, one more time, are their pictures as a weekly reminder that they are real, and truly suffering. In no particular order, they are:
I’m not ghosting you. But I’ve got some personal business — the kind of stuff that invades everyone’s life now and then — that needs my attention and will be taking up the majority of my waking hours. So I’ll be taking time off from writing, because if I can’t give it my complete concentration, I feel as though I’m shortchanging my readers.
One exception, however: My Sunday rant about Putin’s hostages will continue to appear. I made a pledge, and I intend to keep it. They will not be forgotten.
So, see you on Sunday, and weekly thereafter, until this other stuff is done. Then, to quote Arnold you-know-whom, I’ll be ba-a-a-a-ack. In the meantime, the world will continue spinning . . . hopefully, not completely out of control . . . without my pearls of wisdom and humor. Be good, be happy, and be safe.
An extra post today, to share an emergency announcement:
According to our county’s Emergency Management Agency (and other news sources), we on Earth are expecting a “Severe (G4) Geomagnetic Storm” this weekend, with “at least seven earth-directed Coronal Mass Ejections (CMEs)” already on the way.
The Beauty of a Geomagnetic Storm
At first glance, this sounds positively terrifying. But reading on, it appears that we’re not about to be blown into millions of pieces and flung into the stratosphere, or wherever we would be flung in such circumstances. This has apparently happened before — three times just since 2019 — and I seem to have slept through them. The principal effect should be felt in our HF communication, GPS, power grids, spacecraft, satellite navigation, and other technologies . . . possibly. And mainly north of the 45th parallel, which seems to run through the state of Maine, where they may even get to see the Northern Lights if they’re lucky. Don’t know about the rest of the world below the 45th.
If all of this is accurate . . . and I make no such assurances . . . I would suggest, simply out of an excess of caution, (1) coming down out of your spacecraft, if you’re in one; (2) turning off your TV, laptop, iPad, iPhone, and all that other stuff; (3) getting out the candles, lanterns, and a good book or board game; and (4) not driving in unfamiliar neighborhoods unless you still use paper maps. And speaking of vehicles, does anyone drive a Tesla? . . .
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never heard of a Coronal Mass Ejection. However, I am of a long-ago generation, and we didn’t speak of such things . . . not in polite company, at least. So I’m rather looking forward to this weekend.
Coronal Mass Ejection
Oh-oh! I seem to have spoken in haste. That is not at all what I had in mind.