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As you know, many governments keep reserves of oil and gas. Someone told me that the German reserve reservoirs were swapped to the Russians for stuff in Siberia, and that this happened AFTER Russia annexed Crimea! The Russians are no dummies, they depleted Germany’s reserves to almost nothing. Now Germany, the richest nation in Europe, is struggling to fill their reserves before this winter. What’s Germany’s problem? Last month, Jan to 3 August, (Sept 22 link) I noticed they had given less aide—and no battle tanks—than even little Canada, and less than Poland. (link)
At least Germany has gone up one notch, to pass Canada, to now lag behind only Poland, the UK and the US. I’m no diplomat, no German—I’m powerless: I only write here to vent my spleen—as my democratic right. (For any German readers—What’s your problem?)
If I were Ukrainian President Zelensky, shaking hands with soldiers, knowing some would be dead by Christmas, then at night, besides having damp eyes at my pillow, I would lie burning with anger.
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Meanwhile, one of the biggest bloggers in the US is “Penelope Trunk,” using a pen name a magazine forced on her for her business column, years ago. Without mentioning Germans, in some of her posts she has described being Jewish in America.
Well known in home schooling circles, Penelope’s blog concerns many things beyond business, including about ten posts on how to blog, and get hits and comments. “They say” that only one in a thousand readers will comment. Part of the reason, I suppose, is stage fright. Over time, I have become comfortable with commenting on blogs; I sometimes comment on Penelope’s blog; recently I told her why I liked her latest piece called Making Space for Something New. (Link) To my surprise, she answered.
Me:
The second time I read this I didn’t have to attend so earnestly. I could read more lightly, at a faster speed, and pick up all the delightful humor—It’s funnier the second time around.
Her:
Thank you for the really nice compliment, Sean. I clicked the link on your name, and I read some of your essays. One was about how much impact a single writer can have not being on the New York Times Bestseller list. It made me think: a single writer who writes really well reminds other writers that its so wonderful to read good writing. You did that for me today. Thank you.
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…No good essay writing today because, as I explained in my last piece, I have paused my blog. But still, I couldn’t resist typing off today’s entry.
God Save the King
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Sean Crawford
Respecting brave people who comment,
In my favourite British Commonwealth country,
September
2022
Footnotes:
As for we why don’t have beauty through wonderful writing by college students, the problem starts from high school and our society’s industrial-style writing. Seriously. So in July I quoted experts for my essay The Scandal of Schoolchildren made to write mundane essays (link)
The war: Here’s a nice long university interview, with Q and A, of a retired US general who was in charge of the European Theatre (even the German Green Party supports Ukraine) who is quite honest and clear. (link)
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EPILOGUE: To me, although we are sombre, it’s natural we aren’t as sad for the queen as when Lady Diana passed away. Why?
Firstly: The queen had a good run, Diana had a life cut short.
Secondly: After a lifestyle of keeping a stiff upper lip, for Diana’s passing it was nice to have permission from each other to feel sad. Like back before the US civil war, when repressed slaves, always ordered to smile, could at last could express great grief when the master died, even though he was a slave master.
Meanwhile: To document my own stiff lifestyle, here’s what I also commented on Penelope’s Making Space (for beauty) post, earlier in the comment thread:
This weekend I saw beauty, and I learned that I might be keeping out some powerful feelings all the time, without using substances the way nearly all my relatives do. That’s a strange thought: That I somehow habitually medicate without being an addict.
My theory is that I had let my guard down because I was alone in a nice immersive Monet exhibit: with changing pictures on all the walls, and music from his time, some of which (by Satie) I have on my desktop.
I’ve also done an immersive Van Gogh, but I was with someone that time, so I was OK.
