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Monday, 27 October 2014

Why I Left the GOP

00 Uncle Sam ravaged by GOP... political cartoon. 07.12



This is two-years-old, but it still has tread and cred.

I used to be a Republican… not a Rush sort… not a Tea Party sort. However, the increasingly feral nature of its godless Me First-Only Winners Need Apply attitude clashed with my beliefs as a Christian believer. Yet, when I describe myself as a Leftist (and a proud one), I’m in the mould of the true communist (not the rightwing caricature). I AM a patriot, and I won’t allow righties to hijack the term. I AM for the people… not the fatcats, not the bureaucrats, not the Affluent Effluent, not the Vanguard Proletariat. I AM for the little guy over the plutocrat (that’s why I favour laws that would penalise large corporations over mom n’ pop outfits). I AM an economic patriot who opposes globalisation with all my heart.

It’d mean that we’d spend a little more for food, clothing, and other essentials… but it’d provide more employment. It’d mean that we’d all have to “give” a little, that “freedom” wouldn’t be absolute. However, freedom is under assault as it has never been before, all in the name of “freedom”, especially, “economic freedom” (which means that I can fuck you without Vaseline if I’m the more powerful of the two parties). The “freedom” that the GOP espouses includes restrictions on foreign travel like never before (a passport to go to Canada! Ridiculous!) and the right of nutters to flash loaded firearms in public places. Their “freedom” includes torture, perpetual warfare in foreign parts, and a Gestapo-like Department of Homeland (In-)Security.

The Republican Party supports unrequited evil and its “Pro-Life” mewling is disgusting and beyond the pale. The era since Slobberin’ Ronnie has been a slithering slide into inhumanity and heedless hedonism… Rod Dreher and Rush Limbaugh illustrate both sides of this counterfeit coin brilliantly. Both are liars… both are unashamed conspicuous consumers… but Rush is the rude side, whilst Dreher is the polished side. Of the two, Dreher is the worst, as he pretends to be otherwise. Rush is just a contented pig wallowing in his mire, but that means that he’s obvious and no real threat.

No Orthodox Christian can have anything to do with this pack of greedster thieves and hold our Faith… now, the Republican Party and Evangelical heresy are indissoluble and irrevocable partners. You can confess Christ or vote Republican… I say that openly and without rancour. If you dare to try to ally Christ with the Mammon-loving GOP… I will oppose you… and I won’t be alone.

The following is “good shit”… it’s a “read n’ heed”…



I used to be a serious Republican, moderate and business-oriented, who planned for a public-service career in Republican politics.  All the same, I’m a Republican no longer. There’s an old joke we Republicans used to tell that goes something like this, “If you’re young and not a Democrat, you’re heartless. If you grow up and you’re not a Republican, you’re stupid”. These days, my old friends and associates no doubt consider me the butt of that joke. However, I look on my “stupidity” somewhat differently.  After all, my real education only began when I was 30-years-old. This is the story of how in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and later in Iraq, I discovered that what I believed to be the full spectrum of reality was just a small slice of it and how that discovery knocked down my Republican worldview.

I always imagined that I was full of heart, but it turned out that I was oblivious. Like so many Republicans, I had assumed that society’s “losers” had somehow earned their deserts. As I came to recognise that poverty isn’t earned or chosen or deserved, and that our use of force is far less precise than I had believed, I realised with a shock that I’d effectively viewed whole swaths of the country and the world as second-class people. No longer oblivious, I couldn’t remain in today’s Republican Party, not unless I embraced an individualism that was even more heartless than the one I’d previously accepted. The more I learned about reality, the more I started to care about people as people, and my values shifted. Had I always known what I know today, it would’ve been clear that there hasn’t been a place for me in the Republican Party since the Free Soil days of Abe Lincoln.

Where I Came From

I grew up in a rich white suburb north of Chicago populated by moderate business-oriented Republicans. Once upon a time, they would’ve called us Rockefeller Republicans. Today, they’d call us “liberal Republicans” or slurred by the Right as “Republicans In Name Only” (RINOs). We believed in competition and the free market, in bootstraps and personal responsibility, in equality of opportunity, not outcomes.  We were financial conservatives who wanted less government. We believed in noblesse oblige, for we saw ourselves as part of a natural aristocracy, even if we hadn’t been born into it. We sided with management over labour and saw unions as a scourge. We hated racism and loved Dr Martin Luther King Jr, particularly his dream that his children would “live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character”. We worried about the rise of the Religious Right and its social-conservative litmus tests. We were tough on crime, tough on national enemies. We believed in business, full stop.

I intended to run for office on just such a platform someday. In the meantime, I founded the Republican club at my high school, knocked on doors and collected signatures with my father, volunteered on campaigns, socialised at fundraisers, and interned for Senator John McCain and Congressman Denny Hastert when he was House Majority Whip Tom DeLay’s chief deputy. We went to mainstream colleges… the more élite the better… but lamented their domination by liberal professors, and I did my best to tune out their liberal views. I joined the Republican clubs and the Federalist Society, and I read the Wall Street Journal and the Economist rather the New York Times. George Will was a voice in the wilderness, Rush Limbaugh an occasional (sometimes guilty) pleasure.

Left Behind By the Party

In January 2001, I was one of thousands of Americans who braved the cold rain to attend and cheer George W Bush’s inauguration. After eight years hating “Slick Willie”, it felt good to have a Republican back in the White House. Nevertheless, I knew that he wasn’t one of our guys. We’d been McCain fans, and even if we liked the compassionate bit of Bush’s conservatism, we didn’t care for his religiosity or his social politics. Bush won a lot of us over with his hawkish response to 9/11, but he lost me with the Iraq War. Weren’t we still busy in Afghanistan? I didn’t see the urgency.

By then, I was at the Justice Department, working in an office that handled litigation related to what they officially called the Global War on Terror (or GWOT). My office opposed petitions for habeas corpus brought by Guantánamo detainees who claimed that they we were holding them indefinitely without charge. The government’s position struck me as an abdication of a core Republican value… protecting the “procedural” rights found in the Bill of Rights. Sure, the USA had waived habeas corpus in wartime before, but it seemed to me that waiving it here reduced us to the terrorists’ level. Besides, since acts of terrorism were crimes, why not prosecute them? I refused to work on those cases. With the Abu Ghraib pictures, my disappointment turned to rage. The America I believed in didn’t torture people. I couldn’t avoid GWOT work. I had to read reams of allegations of torture, sexual abuse, and cover-ups in our war zones to give the White House a heads-up in case any of made it into the news cycle. I was so mad that I voted for Kerry out of spite.

How I Learned to Start Worrying

I might still have stuck it out as a frustrated liberal Republican, knowing that the wealthy business core of the party still pulled a few strings and people like Richard Lugar and Olympia Snowe remained in the Senate… if only because the idea of voting for Democrats by choice made me feel uncomfortable (it would’ve been so… gauche).  Then, came Hurricane Katrina.  In New Orleans, I learned that it wasn’t just the Bush administration that was flawed, but my worldview itself. I had fallen in love with New Orleans during a post-law-school year spent in Louisiana clerking for a federal judge, and the Bush administration’s callous (non-)response to the storm broke my heart. I wanted to help out, but I didn’t fly helicopters or know how to do anything useful in a disaster, so just I sat glued to the coverage and fumed… until FEMA asked federal employees to volunteer to help. I jumped at the chance. Soon, I was involved with a task force trying to rebuild (and reform) the city’s criminal justice system. Growing up hating racism, I was appalled but not very surprised to find overt racism and the obvious use of racist code words by officials in the Deep South.

Then, something tiny happened that pried open my eyes to the less obvious forms of racism and the hurdles the poor face when they try to climb the economic ladder. It happened on an official visit to a school in a suburb of New Orleans that served kids who‘d been kicked out of every other school around. I was investigating what types of services were available to the young people who were showing up in juvenile hall and seemed to be headed toward the proverbial life of crime. My tour guide mentioned that parents were required to take part in some school programmes. One of these was a field trip to a sit-down restaurant. This stopped me in my tracks. I thought, What kind of a lame field trip is that? It turned out that none of the families had ever been to a sit-down restaurant before. The teachers had to instruct parents and students alike how to order off a menu, how to calculate the tip. It stunned me.

Starting To See

That night, I told my roommates about the crazy thing I had heard that day. Apparently, there were people out there who had never been to something as basic as a real restaurant. Who knew? One of my roommates wasn’t surprised. He worked at a local bank branch that required two forms of ID to open an account. Lots of people came in who had only one or none at all. I was flooded with questions… There are adults who have no ID and no bank accounts? Who are these people? How do they vote? How do they live? Is there an entire off-the-grid alternate universe out there?

From then on, I started to notice a lot more reality.  I noticed that the criminal justice system treats minorities differently in subtle as well as not-so-subtle ways, and that many of the people swept up by the system came from this underclass that I knew so little about. Lingering for months in lock-up for misdemeanours, being pressed against the hood and frisked during routine traffic stops, being pulled over in white neighbourhoods for “driving while black”… these are things that never happen to people in my world. Not having experienced it, I‘d always assumed that government force was only used against guilty people (maybe, that’s why we middle-class white people collectively freak out at TSA airport pat-downs).

I dove into the research literature to try to figure out what was going on.  It turned out that everything I “discovered” had been hiding in plain sight and had names… aversive racism, institutional racism, disparate impact and disparate treatment, structural poverty, neighbourhood redlining, the “trial tax”, the “poverty tax”, and on and on. Having grown up obsessed with race (welfare and affirmative action were our bêtes noirs), I wondered why I‘d never heard of any of these concepts. Was it to protect our Republican version of “individual responsibility?” That notion is fundamental to the liberal Republican worldview. “Bootstrapping” and “equality of opportunity, not outcomes” make perfect sense if you assume, as I did, that people who hadn’t risen into my world simply hadn’t worked hard enough, or wanted it badly enough, or had simply failed. However, my assumption was that bootstrapping required about as much as it took to get yourself promoted from junior varsity to varsity. It turns out that it’s more like pulling yourself up from tee-ball to the World Series. Sure, some people do it, but they’re the exceptions, the outliers, the Olympians.

The enormity of the advantages I’d always enjoyed started to truly sink in. Everyone begins life thinking that his or her normal is the normal. For the first time, I found myself paying attention to broken eggs and not making omelettes. Up until then, I hadn’t really seen most Americans as living, breathing, thinking, feeling, hoping, loving, dreaming, and hurting people. My values shifted… from an individualistic celebration of success (that involved dividing the world into the morally deserving and the undeserving) to an interest in people as people.

How I Learned to Stop Loving the Bombs

In order to learn more… and to secure my membership in what Karl Rove sneeringly called the “reality-based community”… I joined a social science research institute. There I saw layer after layer of myth and received wisdom slowly brought down to earth, and it hurt. Perhaps, nothing hurt more than to see just how far my patriotic, Republican conception of American military power… what it’s for, how it’s used … diverged from the reality of our wars. Lots of Republicans grow up hawks. I certainly did. My sense of what it meant to be an American was linked to my belief that from 1776 to WWII, and even from the 1991 Gulf War to Kosovo and Afghanistan, the American military had been dedicated to birthing freedom and democracy in the world, whilst dispensing a tough and precise global justice.

To me, military service represented the perfect combination of public service, honour, heroism, glory, promotion, meaning, and coolness. As a child, I couldn’t get enough of the military… toys and models, movies and cartoons, fat books with technical pictures of manly fighter planes and ships and submarines. We went to air shows when we could, and with the advent of cable, I begged my parents to sign up so that the Discovery Channel could bring those shows right into our den. Just after we got it, the first Gulf War kicked off, and CNN provided my afterschool entertainment for weeks. As I got older, I studied Civil War military history and memory (eventually, I’d edit a book of letters by Union General Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain). I thought I knew a lot about war; even if Sherman was right that “war is hell”, it was often necessary, we did it well, and… whatever those misinformed peaceniks said… we made the world a better place.

Then, I went to a war zone. I went to Baghdad as part of a team of RAND Corporation researchers to help the detainee operations command figure out several thorny policy issues. My task was to figure out why we were sort-of-protecting and sort-of-detaining an Iranian dissident group on Washington’s terrorist list. It got ugly fast. Just after my first meal on base, there was a rumble of explosions, and an alarm started screaming INCOMING! INCOMING! INCOMING! Two people died and dozens injured, right outside the chow hall where I had stood minutes earlier. This was the “surge” period in 2007… they told me that insurgent attacks came less often than before, but the sounds of war seemed constant to me. The rat-tat-tat of small arms fire just across the “wire”… controlled detonations of insurgent duds… dual patrolling Blackhawks overhead… every few mornings, a fresh rain of insurgent rockets and mortars. Always alert, always nervous, I was only in Iraq for three-and-a-half weeks, and never close to actual combat; yet, the experience gave me many of the symptoms of PTSD. It turns out that it doesn’t take much.

That made me wonder how the Iraqis took it. From overhead, I saw that the once-teeming city of Baghdad was now a desert of desolate neighbourhoods and empty shopping streets, bomb craters in the middle of soccer fields and in the roofs of schools. Millions displaced. Our nation-building efforts reeked of post-Katrina organisational incompetence. We assigned people the wrong roles… “Why am I building a radio station? This isn’t what I do. I blow things up”… and gave them no advance training or guidance. Outgoing leaders didn’t overlap with their successors, so what they learned would be lost, leaving each wheel to be partly reinvented again. Precious few contracts went to Iraqis. It drove people out of our military.

This incompetence had profound human costs. Of the 26,000 people we were detaining in Iraq, as many as two-thirds were innocent… wrong place, wrong time… or, poor and desperate, had worked with insurgent groups for cash, not out of an ideological commitment. Aware of this, the military wanted to release thousands of them, but they didn’t know who was who; they only knew that being detained and interrogated made even the innocents dangerously angry. That anger trickled down to family, friends, neighbours, and acquaintances. It was about as good an in-kind donation as the USA could’ve made to insurgent recruitment… aside from invading in the first place. So much for surgical precision and winning hearts and minds. I’d grown up believing that we were more careful in our use of force, that we only punished those who deserved punishment. However, in just a few weeks in Iraq, it became apparent that what we were doing to the Iraqis, as well as to our own people, was inexcusable.

Today, I wonder if Mitt Romney drones on about not apologising for America because he, like the former version of me, simply isn’t aware of the USA ever doing anything that might demand an apology. Then again, no one wants to feel like a bad person, and there’s no need to apologise if you are oblivious to the harms done in your name… calling the occasional ones you notice collateral damage (“stuff happens”)… or, if you believe that American force is always applied righteously in a world that is justly divided into winners and losers.

A Painful Transition

An old saw has it that no one profits from talking about politics or religion. I think I finally understand what it means. We see different realities, different worlds. If you and I take in different slices of reality, chances are that we aren’t talking about the same things. I think this explains much of modern American political dialogue. My old Republican worldview was flawed because it was based upon a small and particularly rosy sliver of reality. To preserve that worldview, I had to believe that people had morally earned their “just” desserts, and I had to ignore those whining liberals who tried to point out that the world didn’t actually work that way. I think this shows why Republicans put so much effort into “creat[ing] our own reality”, into fostering distrust of liberals, experts, scientists, and academics, and why they won’t let a campaign “be dictated by fact-checkers” (as a Romney pollster put it). It explains why study after study shows… examples herehere, and here… that avid consumers of Republican-oriented media are more poorly informed than people who use other news sources or don’t bother to follow the news at all.

Waking up to a fuller spectrum of reality has proved long and painful. I had to question all my assumptions, unlearn so much of what I had learned. I came to understand why we Republicans thought people on the Left always seemed to be screeching angrily (because we refused to open our eyes to the damage we caused or blamed the victims) and why they never seemed to have any solutions to offer (because those weren’t mentioned in the media we read or watched). My transition has significantly strained my relationships with family, friends, and former colleagues.  It’s deeply upsetting to walk on thin ice where there used to be solid, common ground. I wish they, too, would come to see a fuller spectrum of reality, but I know from experience how hard that can be when your worldview won’t let you. No one wants to feel like a dupe. It’s embarrassing to come out in public and admit that I was so miseducated when so much reality is out there in plain sight in neighbourhoods I avoided, in journals I hadn’t heard of, in books by authors I had refused to read  (I took courage from people who had done so before me like Andrew Bacevich).

Many people see the wider spectrum of reality because they grew up on the receiving end. As a retired African-American general in the Marine Corps said to me after I told him my story, “No one has to explain institutional racism to a black man”. Others do because they grew up in families that simply got it. I married a woman who grew up in such a family, for whom all of my hard-earned, painful “discoveries” are old news. Each time I pull another layer of wool off my eyes and feel another surge of anger, she gives me a predictable series of looks. The first one more or less says, “Duh, obviously”. The second is sympathetic, a recognition of the pain that comes with dismantling my flawed worldview. The third is concerned, “Do people actually think that?” … Yes, they do.

10 September 2012

Jeremiah Goulka




Fascist Nutter Defeated in Lvov

Sergei Yolkin. Its Yet Another Election Day. 2012 (2)


On Sunday, the Central Elections Commission said that preliminary results after they counted 7.5 percent of votes showed that Irina Podolyak, the Samopomoshch (Self-Reliance) candidate for Rada People’s Deputy, won election in District 116 in the Western Ukrainian city of Lvov with 43 percent of the vote.  The incumbent Deputy, Irina Farion, an extremist of the Svoboda faction, came in second with 17.32 percent of the vote. Podolyak is the head of the Culture Branch of the Department of Social Policy of the Lvov Gorsoviet. Findings of an exit poll conducted by For A New Society suggested that Podolyak would win 43 percent and Farion would only get 13 percent. Farion is notorious for her frequent Russophobic statements, especially, her call to imprison “all degenerates who don’t speak Ukrainian”. She also stated that “no one can stop the spread of [ultranationalist Galician terrorist] Bandera’s ideology in the Ukraine”.

27 October 2014



The True History of Blowback in One Sentence

00 Uncle Sam. Change Lawless America. 15.02.14



One of the Cabinet sent this link on… it’s an interesting read…



Since you’re probably wondering why the Canadian Parliament was shot up and your friendly neighbourhood police officer is driving a tank and your savings account is a sad joke and your road is littered with potholes and you can’t find a job and three of your friends who joined the Army to pay for college died in Iraq and Afghanistan and two others have brain trauma from IED explosions and won’t ever be the same and your tap water is flammable and the ocean is coming for your home, well…

…let me introduce you to the concept of “blowback”, which author Chalmers Johnson explained as “another way of saying that a nation reaps what it sows”, which basically means that when you punch someone in the face, odds are very good that you’re going to get punched back, and maybe they land that counterpunch, or maybe they don’t, but that fist is going to come whistling at your face, count on it, and if it misses, there’s always another fist, curled and hard and ready to fly…

…so, let’s talk about blowback, the story of which began 73 years ago at Pearl Harbor, when the Japanese attacked us, and the USA entered the war in Europe and Asia simultaneously, and President Roosevelt endeavoured to manufacture the Reich and the Empire out of existence, and placed the American economy on a wartime footing to do so, and in the fullness of time, it worked, and the war was over…

…but actually, it never ended, because the manufacture of war matériel made the manufacturers rich beyond the dreams of avarice, and they began to exert influence over American politics, then, FDR died, and Harry Truman took the big chair, and then George Kennan, the American Ambassador to the Soviet Union, wrote what has come to be known as the “Long Telegram”, in which he described the bedlam of Stalin and Soviet intentions, and Truman along with a bunch of other people read it, and it scared the cheese out of them, and so Congress passed the National Security Act of 1947, making America’s economic wartime footing a permanent thing that endures to this day, thus, the Cold War was born…

…which was bully news for the weapons manufacturers who got rich on WWII, because now they were indispensable as a matter of policy, “national security” assets, and before long, tank after tank and warship after warship and nuclear missile after nuclear missile and bullet after bullet and rifle after rifle and bomb after bomb rolled down the production lines, each and every one paid for with tax dollars collected from an American populace which was led to believe this was all vitally necessary because the readers of Kennan’s telegram decided the thing to do was to make sure everyone felt threatened because a fearful populace is easily controlled…

…so, the Cold War unfolded, and in the words of Stephen King, “O my Lord, how the money rolled in”, because conflict for conflict’s sake became the operational ethos in Vietnam and Laos and Cambodia and Africa and South America and Central America and especially in the Middle East for decades, and in the process of this multi-generational permanent state of conflict the weapons manufacturers became wealthier and wealthier, and more and more powerful, and exerted that power on the body politic of the USA to such a degree that they eventually began purchasing the news media brick by brick, so the people would hear day after day how the corporations who profit from war are actually keeping them safe and stuff…

…this went on and on, growing and expanding, even to far-flung places like Afghanistan, where big brains like Zbigniew Brzeziński decided in 1978 to give the USSR its own Vietnam, and began a process that Reagan eventually took over to underwrite the Mujahidin, who took on the USSR and learned, with the help of American money and American weapons and a CIA ally named Osama bin Laden, how to take down a superpower, which they eventually did before metastasising into the Taliban and al-Qaeda…

…because Brzeziński’s original plan was to arm, train, and fund anti-Soviet fighters in Pakistani religious schools to destabilise Afghanistan and dare the Soviets to invade, and that plan was executed, and it worked, and the word “Taliban” when translated means “Religious student”, so congratulations, Zbigniew, for kicking the pebble down the hill that turned into an avalanche which came in the fullness of time to deprive the New York City skyline of two very tall buildings and the thousands of people who were in them on a perfect blue Tuesday thirteen years ago…

…which led, of course, to another decade of war after all the other decades of war that came on the heels of Pearl Harbor and the National Security Act, which has in this brave new moment led to ISIS, as well as a dementedly paranoid USA that doesn’t blink at cops dressed and armed like soldiers whilst driving tanks down Main Street because OMG TERRORISTS YOU GUYS…

…but when you stop and think about it, really think about it, when you attach thread to thread and event to event and actually put context to history, you realise that everything that has gone wrong and sideways in this country… the lack of money for roads and bridges and education and health care and old people and veterans and schools, the hyper-militarisation of the police, the end of big dreams, and the permanent establishment of big fears and eternal war…

…can be traced back to the process by which the USA stopped being a country and was transformed into a war-financed empire, an exporter and importer of violence, a creator of enemies it has to fight to feed the machine, which creates more enemies, which creates more reasons to fight, and all the while the weapons dealers sell their products as fast as they can, until we arrive at the present moment in time, when American warplanes are dropping American armaments on American weapons in Iraq and Syria to the tune of billions of your taxpayer dollars and with wall-to-wall television coverage, again…

….so, when you sit in the darkness of your personal night and wonder what happened to your country, to your aspirations and dreams, to the potholed road you drive every day to the job that has no chance of letting you retire in comfort, to your barren savings account, when you turn on your television and see paid shills shriek about how and why you’re about to die as your neighbour’s kid comes home in a flag-draped box and you have to ask again where your black suit is so you can go properly dressed to yet another funeral…

…remember that history exists, and actions have consequences, and this event is tied to that event, and it’s tied to the other event, in a tapestry of escalating cascading fallout, which is called “blowback”, which always carries a dear price unless you’re getting paid for it, which is why you think very hard before making a lethal national decision, because every lethal decision always comes knocking at your door someday…

… which is why we as a people must absolutely endeavour to do better from here on out, because we are already in a deep hole, and the First Law Of Holes says, “When you’re in a hole, stop digging…”

…so, please, put down the shovel.

24 October 2014

William Rivers Pitt

World News Daily: Information Clearing House


Poroshenko More Loser than Winner in Rada Horse-Race

00 electoral fraud, 27.10.14


On Sunday, Oleg Ignatov, a deputy director general of the Russian Centre for Political Situational Analysis, said that first exit poll results after the early parliamentary elections in the Ukraine show that junta strongman P A Poroshenko is more a loser than a winner. Ignatov said, “If final results are close to those of the exit polls, the Ukrainian President will have little chance to form a coalition based on his party. I’d remind you that, towards the end of the campaign, Poroshenko claimed that he’d be able to form a pro-presidential coalition in the Verkhovnaya Rada and finally have a person from his team, probably Deputy Prime Minister V В Groisman, as Prime Minister. However, in the end, we see that the People’s Front of A V Turchinov and A P Yatsenyuk won more votes than expected. Therefore, it looks like Yatsenyuk will continue as prime minister, and conduct a policy independent from the president. Whereas, until now, Poroshenko favoured a less aggressive format towards relations with Russia and [Novorossiya], now, it’d be next to impossible for him, for he’d have to reckon with advocates of a harsher policy, the more so as other pro-war parties, such as Samopomoshch, the Radical Party, and Svoboda, won much support”.

Earlier Sunday, A K Pushkov, the chairman of the international committee of the RF Gosduma, wrote on his Twitter account, “It’s already clear that the election won’t trigger any changes in the power structures, but the authorities can’t do anything new… they have no financial resources. The Ukraine doesn’t have European integration ahead, but a complete loss of independence for the pittance that the USA and the EU would throw to it. The Ukraine’s future is miserable”.

According to results from national and international exit polls and a poll conducted by Inter TV, the Poroshenko Bloc won 22-23 percent of the vote. The People’s Front of Yatsenyuk and Turdchinov was next with 19.7-21.8 percent. Following were Samopomoshch (Self-Reliance) of Lvov Mayor A I Sadovy (11-14.2 percent), Yu A Boiko‘s Opposition Bloc (7/8-9.9 percent), O V Lyashko‘s Radical Party (about 6.5 percent), O Ya Tyagnibok‘s Svoboda (5.8-6.3 percent), and Yu V Timoshenko‘s Fatherland Front (5.6 percent). Other parties, including the radical Right Sector and the KPU, failed to overcome the five-percent barrier to win seats in the Rada.

26 October 2014




Correspondents told me that this election was as crooked as any local election held in the USA! Firstly, many ballots lacked communist candidates. Secondly, in many places away from the prying eyes of the Western media, the marking of ballots took place in public, so, there was crass voter coercion. Thirdly, there was no balloting in the DNR and LNR… even in most places under Uniate junta occupation. Regions wasn’t even on the ballot due to violence from Uniate nationalist nutters. Lastly, everyone believes that massive ballot-stuffing took place. In short, this was GIGO all round… but the USA and EU will brandish it as their justification for supporting the fascist neo-Nazi Uniate junta, just as they support the neo-Nazi racists in the Baltic States.

By the way… Clan Balogh didn’t help Poroshenko as ballot-box-stuffers and voter intimidators this time around. Could that be why Poroshenko did so “poorly?” Perspirin’ minds wanna know…

One last thing… the USA is putting extreme pressure on the Magyars. Are they getting to bale out of the US-led sanctions charade? It’s a possibility…


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