Difficult to Persuade When I Have No Idea Who is Running the Country

It has been a bad day.  Ukrainians, I now think of you.

I see a lever being tried over and over. A regime change attack. I believe that Putin has well won confidence in his ability to influence the outcome of an election, and so is very eager to see one in Ukraine!

Additionally, I have seen the statements of the current Secretary of Defense, and I wish him the best of luck during his term. They were expected, the betrayal is afoot.

There appears to be a surprising penetration of influence into the Trump administration, and well meaning envoys may survive, or those who advise against Ukraine may survive. In any event, I applaud the work of Congressman Wilson and others, and wish them the best of luck in their legislation.

The work of our legislature, and of our bureaucracies, always extremely important and frequently overlooked, are now more important than ever to the survival of Ukraine, as they may represent the last line of defense in the endeavor to supply Ukraine.

(What is darkness to us? Is it light blocked? Many times, in my mind’s eye, I see the planets in motion, relative to the sun. When there is darkness here, the light shines on the other side of the Earth. If we were, by some miracle, to be able to get light to the night side, we would have to open a hole to the source. In this way, the light could pour forth, but not from above! Indeed, its radiance would appear to shine up from below.)

Now! As far as this lend-lease stuff, let’s lend them a few dozen Tomahawks for starters! What a beautiful sight, the clockworks of Mars arcing righteous paths to heaven in the morning light, reaching out with the rosy fingers of dawn.





Please find the blurb above read by me below!  The words are always my own.

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