Summer's View

Whenever we are headed to a full moon, I suffer from insomnia.  As I tossed and turned last night, instead of counting sheep, I started thinking of all the Russians that I could name off the top of my head.   Let's see, there is Lenin, Stalin, Khrushchev, Yeltsin, Gorbachev, Baryshnikov,  Nureyev, Yul Brynner, Leo Tolstoy, Anton Chekhov, Catherine the Great, Emperor of Russia and Anastasia.  Then my thoughts turned to the movies about Russia and the Soviet Union:  The Brothers Karamazov, Doctor Zhivago and thanks to TCM, Ninotchka with Greta Garbo and Melvyn Douglas as well as another Greta Garbo film, Anna Karenina.  There may be other names, books and films somewhere in the recesses of my brain, but I think I have listed enough to illustrate my point.  Of the few Russian leaders, authors, dancers, actors, etc. I can name, there is one category in which I can say with absolute certainly I do not have any names:  Russian ambassadors.  That was the case until last week   when sudden

The far right of the conservative movement is working very hard to turn back the clock.  Those good ole boys want to keep their women barefoot and pregnant, with their foot firmly planted on the necks of all women.   White men are feeling the pain, their confidence eroded and their manhood in question.  Can you believe a black man actually became president of these here United States?  Thank God, the Russians put a stop to putting that bitch in the White House.  For too long, white men whether privileged or not have been getting by, by the skin of their teeth.  Let's be clear,  women and people of color have had to perform at a much higher level than a white man.  Women have been trying to prove their worth for centuries.   Because of this imbalance, white men became sloppy, self-indulgent  and relied on their feeling of entitlement to get by.   But then they found a hero who could make it all better, change the landscape, take rights away from women, scapegoat all the minorities a