The Passion for Destruction is also a creative Passion.
Mikhail Alexandrovich Bakunin (1814 – 1876)
The last decade has spawned a number of revolutions that were anything but that. Some passed by unnoticed, like the Cedar Revolution in Lebanon (2004) or Tulip Revolution in Kirgisiya (2005). Others effected a bit of noise before loosing steam, like the Green Revolution in Iran (2009). And some produced the outcome intended by their instigators, like the Bulldozer Revolution of Serbia (2000) that resulted in the independence of Kosovo, first Islamic republic on European soil and springboard for an officially sanctioned Muslim infiltration.
Then there was the Orange Revolution in Ukraine (2004), victoriously concluded by two shady upstarts, Julia Tymoshenko and Viktor Juschtschenko respectively. It seemed to work for a while, even augured great riches through a possible membership in the European Union, but faltered sadly when none of the many promises began to materialize. This was not the case in tiny Georgia where another ruckus, sweetest of all because dubbed the Rose Revolution (2003), ushered a certified lunatic onto the political stage who still clings to power.
And now we have the White Revolution, launched against Mother Russia herself, with its ringleaders not disgruntled citizens but the same cutthroats who chaperoned the previous upheavals.
If seen from very close, the present attempt is merely a remake with different trappings. The first grab at Russia’s sovereignty and immense wealth was staged nearly a decade ago and failed miserably. On that occasion one Mikhail Khodorkovsky, a youthful hyper-hoodlum who previously had managed to seize YUKOS, Russia’s national oil producer worth billions of dollars, by paying Boris Yeltsin a pittance, tried to bankrupt the Russian people with a ploy similar to those that are the trademark of our own Wall Street crooks. The expected booty, enormous if not monstrous, was to be shared with his eager associates, among them George Soros, Jacob Lord Rothschild and similar suspects. If successful, the move would have resulted in Russia’s de facto conquest by foreign powers and her certain ruin.
Yet matters didn’t turn out as planned, because the juvenile looter ran afoul of his own megalomaniac itch. It provoked him, most likely after encouragement from his equally barmy buddies, to challenge Vladimir Putin by snatching the presidency himself. This he tried to bring about with the help of every Duma member willing to accept a bag-full of dirty money. Needless to say, it would have undone Putin’s tortuous rebuild of the Russian economy and prevented an urgently needed improvement of his people’s paltry subsistence.
Well, we know the rest. Young Mikhail, with the help of God and the revenue sleuths, was thwarted. Instead of masterminding Russia’s demise from inside the Kremlin’s gilded halls, is he dirtying his delicate claws in a Siberian prison camp with an occupation utterly despicable to him, namely manual labour. And while eminent humanitarians like Mr. Obama, Frau Merkel, Elie Wiesel or Amnesty International bewail him as saintly Jewish martyr, is he also a welcome example of Russia’s terribly undemocratic behaviour.
If one looks at these machinations from a civilized perspective, the emotional abyss that opens before the very eyes is nauseating. Because it shows once more, by glaringly illuminating the clumsy deceptions staged to swathe the pathological greed and utter amorality of a very few, how big the rift has grown that separates decent citizens from those who are elected to ensure their safety and welfare.
As to the renewed attempt at undermining and overpowering Russia, we find the same puppet-masters at work as before. Frontline tactician is again George Soros, a notorious villain so widely despised and abhorred that his ears must be ringing whenever a moment of awkward silence intrudes upon his frantic pursuits. An affliction he probably never heeded, except with a downer to keep the nightmares at bay. Yet the Divine mills turn slowly but turn, and if one looks at the above photo, it is a good guess that his tricks will come to naught fairly soon, namely when he must take up permanent residence in that dreadful citadel whose foundations are the sum of all human Evil. Which doesn’t mean that the world will be a safer place. Far from it! The Lernaean Hydra has many heads, and it is a Herculean task to cut them all off.
We need, in this context, not detail Mr. Soros’ criminal exploits or how he managed to achieve a net worth of 22 billion dollars. Looking through the Internet, an avalanche of informed commentary engulfs us that is mind-boggling.
We read that he actively undermines our Christian values by promoting abortion, gay rights, unlimited immigration and similar abominations. We read that he wants to legalize drugs, ostensibly for reasons on par with his liberal thinking, but more likely to hasten the ruin of our youth. We read that he presents himself as a latter-day Robin Hood who steals from the rich and gives to the poor, a statement so vainglorious and absurd that one wonders if the man hasn’t gone mad.
And we wonder why nobody has locked him away long ago.
As it is, he still knits his dirty schemes unhindered, albeit with increasingly shaky fingers. Which must be the reason why his recent assault on Putin and the Russian parliamentary elections appears badly staged if seen from a Western viewpoint. Because whoever is objective enough to take a closer look at the grassroots protests that flared up so very unexpectedly and spontaneously, will soon come to the conclusion that its key organizers, among them a well-known mystery writer and Soros protégé called Boris Akunin, have no leg to stand on. In other words, the accusations of rigged election results are such an obvious sham that it is almost laughable. Putin’s United Russia was widely expected to gain nearly 57 % of the vote, an estimate backed by various polls never seriously questioned. Yet when all counts were in, the party barely maintained an absolute majority while losing nearly a quarter of its seats in the Duma. Can that be called election rigging? If yes, it is only proof of the allegation that Soros and the U.S. State Department are meddling in Russia’s internal affairs. As to the latter, Putin has branded the fact himself, something very unusual in a man known to tread cautiously where international relations are concerned. He didn’t mention Soros, thinking him probably unmentionable. But since Soros owns Obama, and Obama owns Mrs. Clinton, the connection is obvious for anybody with a spot of common sense.
Take, for example, one of the principal rabble-rousers, the aforementioned B. Akunin. A Georgian Jew by birth, is his real name Grigory Shalvovitich Chkhartshvili, a veritable tongue twister that merits indeed a penname. Which has a distinctly notorious ring. Because try as you might, immediately to mind comes the Russian anarchist Bakunin, a dangerous lunatic who famously stated that the passion for destruction is also a creative passion. This wonderfully liberating instinct has been somewhat watered down by his present-day namesake who professes to follow only his own rules. What exactly those might be he didn’t say, but in their fuzzy thicket lurks surely the syphilitic bug of anarchism as well. Which explains why he yelled Do you want Putin as president? at the cheering crowds, and heard what he wanted to hear, namely NO!
If we look a little closer at the charming schmuck, familiar patterns fall into place. Born 1956 in Georgia, his parents took him early in life to Moscow where he studied and eventually joined the historical-philological branch of Moscow State University. After a stint as assistant to the editor of Foreign Literature, he changed tack and became a fiction writer. Around this time George Soros’ lavishly funded Open Society Foundation, a front about as attractive and constructive as Pandora’s Box, was sneaking its tentacles deep into the Russian educational system. It did this by way of the Pushkin Library, a 100 million dollar outfit that provided public universities with textbooks and internet access. It’s an easy guess what kind of textbook or internet access stood highest on the agenda, because in 2003 authorities finally got fed up, closed the shop and sent it packing. Yet while it flourished its chairman was Boris Akunin. Who, after his inglorious discharge, devoted time and effort to writing mystery potboilers that have sold so far a staggering twenty million copies.
Forget it. Because if you have found yourself a sponsor like George Soros and tread the line, success is automatically guaranteed. Personally I’ve never read any of the books, an assortment of detective stories set against historical backgrounds. They are, at least according to the servile spongers from the New York Times, well researched, witty and entertaining. Though not everyone shares this view.
Writes Andrew Martin in The Telegraph: There is no tension, no sense of anything whatsoever at stake, and Fandorin (the hero) obstinately persists in his wooden sub-Sherlock Holmes mode.
Or Andrew Taylor in The Spectator: The narrative is often swamped by the historical background. The intrigues confuse rather than intrigue. The cast is so large that first you lose track of who is who and then you stop caring.
Thus what we see most likely at work is another example of the Da Vinci Code Syndrome, namely a concerted push to inflate mediocre and rabidly anti-Christian literature out of all proportions. Since the giant publishing houses, and not only those, are firmly in Jewish hands, it can be safely assumed that Boris Akunin’s oeuvre, even if entertaining on the surface, has an underlying message as warped and destructive as the author’s namesake. And therefore pleases Mr. Soros and his shady associates who ensure that the noxious swill is slowly swamping every bookshop on earth.
Now you may ask why an emissary so transparently corrupt can tell a cheering crowd in Moscow that Mr. Putin has to go. The reason is Russia’s slowly emerging Middle Class, a body that ironically owes its appearance largely to Mr. Putin himself.
Journeying through the former USSR, the first thing you notice is a kind of general ingenuousness, even innocence, that characterizes most of the people. It is as if you have been transported back into an era when life, though much harder, was also a lot less convoluted and constricted. If sitting for the first time in a café on one of the larger thoroughfares, perhaps during a balmy summer afternoon while sipping Crimean fizz, a strange and pleasant sentiment stirs in your heart that takes a moment to define. Until you realize with quiet surprise that what you feel is peace. Or more precisely, a general absence of the usual tensions and apprehensions that beset you, consciously or subconsciously, in most Western cities with a multi-cultural background. Here nobody misbehaves. No-one whistles at the many ravishing beauties that wander by while pretending you aren’t there at all. No portable radios blare the latest rap at you. Nobody in wildly provocative clothing insists on your attention. No poofs or dykes advertise their otherness in vulgar detail. No hordes of smirking cocoanut bums act as if they own your country already. No troves of obvious knaves make you wish you’d carry a heater up your sleeve.
Here people flock about cool and relaxed. Many have blond hair and blue eyes, which adds even more to the illusion of being transported back into happier times.
Which doesn’t mean that there isn’t any crime. Of course there is, and it isn’t only limited to the dregs that form a natural component of any intact society. Russia too has to struggle with minorities inherited from its former empire, some of whom refuse, just as in Western Europe and the US, to integrate themselves in any way. Their languages sound guttural or harsh, their manners are often primitive if not downright offensive. Strangers to the mores and ethics of a largely Christian society, have they set up local Mafia clans that control some of the lesser trades almost entirely. Small wonder therefore that the insistence on a radical racial otherness has deepened the gulf that separates them from a generally well-behaved Indo-European populace.
Yet their presence, if compared to the multitudes that swamp our Western world, is much less felt. One reason is their relatively small numbers. Another is that each tribe dwells in clearly defined precincts. What is more, Russia hasn’t as of yet succumbed to the plague of Political Correctness. Rather the opposite is the case, namely a budding nationalism combined with the resurgence of a strong and strictly native Orthodox Church. It prompts alien offenders to tread more wearily, a precaution their Western counterparts have long since disposed of, mainly because they are pandered out of all proportions by an estranged and hostile elite bent on fostering civil war.
Which brings us once more to Russia’s slowly emerging Middle Class. As to its innocence, it most certainly shouldn’t be mistaken for ignorance. Because whatever shortcomings have beset Communism, its educational system was in many ways better than ours. And, after the weeding-out of Marxist ballast, it continues to be first-rate even today. If you ask, perhaps in Berlin or Boston, a flock of young people with college background if they have read Victor Hugo or Hermann Hesse, you’ll more often than not pull a blank. Whereas in Russia it is easy to meet someone who has not only read them, but even formed a sound opinion as to the author’s style and quality of writing. As it happened to me when lectured by a lovely young lady on Nana, a fin-de-siècle novel that was, in her opinion, psychologically unsound and too artificial by half. An assessment I could only confirm with an affirmative mumble, having long since forgotten what the sweet trollop were up to in the first place.
As it is, the great classics are still much en vogue, whereas most of the literary sewage that inundates Western readers for the last fifty years has yet to arrive. Hence perhaps the impression that the Russian mentality is in many ways plainer and purer than ours, that minds are not contaminated with destructive indoctrination wrapped into mediocre or downright obscene narrative. But it is also a reason why many misconceptions surround the once so free and affluent West. Old dreams die hard, particularly if one has never seen the place and depends largely on second-hand information. Like movies and TV serials that depict an intact world with happy people living in a consumerist paradise. Which is the reason why you’ll be hard put to find an ordinary Russian who wouldn’t love to race about in a brand-new BMW on roads without potholes, or exchange the sub-zero winter gales for a week of pampered vacation in a luxury hotel on the Maldives.
The average income has more than doubled since President Putin took the helm. As the standard of living begins to improve, some legroom for leisure and liberal fantasies form a natural component of the general advance, particularly where a moderately affluent student body is concerned. The latter, as usual totally inexperienced, bored or just ready for a spot of mischief, has a wide-open ear for the tired old Siren songs that are now replayed on improved gramophones by cheap tempters like B.Akunin and his criminal sponsors.
Isn’t it a moral imperative for any decent citizen to demand more openness, more individual liberties, more tolerance, more liberal education, more Modern art, more Western-orientated newspapers, more economic de-regulation, more international co-operation? Aren’t same-sex marriages and the anti-baby-pill for girls as young as twelve years old a humane and reasonable request? Mustn’t those in power heed the country’s intellectual elite and their recipes for a better world, instead of getting bogged down in the tedious day-to-day muddle of running the shop? Shouldn’t the brave democrats, those who denounced so enthusiastically the present political corruption, incompetence and fascist tendencies, be allowed to have a try instead?
We know from experience that this kind of nonsense has an impact on most decent human beings, and in particular on those who only recently emerged from a long period of authoritarian tutelage. Therefore a readjustment towards objective reality must be considered without delay. Helpful is, as always, a rigorous dose of common sense to curtail utopian expectations. Which can be best provided by a number of energetic countermoves.
A relentless and far-flung broadcasting of the true state of affairs in Europe and the US, enlivened perhaps with a guided tour of Birmingham or the Bronx for a first-hand impression.
A closer co-operation with Western dissidents, their publications and institutions who wage a spirited war-of-words against corrupt or downright criminal politicians and their financial backers, particularly those who try now on a world-wide scale to discredit Mr. Putin. Whereby the said co-operation might provide Russia in the near future with political counterparts who are honest and reliable and, furthermore, won’t forget a helping hand.
A rigorous exposure of those who openly meddle in Russia’s internal affairs, like Soros and his shady partners, Israel proper, the State department, Soros’ local creatures like Boris Akunin, including a severe scrutiny of the illicit money transfers that are funnelled via Georgia and other loopholes to the so-called protesters.
Suggestions that may help Mother Russia to brace the tempest that is already dispatching squalls into other, mostly unprotected lands.