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My having poisoned his young mind with that forbidden classic of yesteryear, Song of the South, Eddie is going around the house singing Zippity doo da.  It makes everybody smile, even if they don't understand the lyrics. Which are so simple I remember them from my childhood and join in a duet. He loved uncle Remus and the Joel Chandler Harris Br'er Rabbit Disney cartoons that were packaged with the video.

We had a discussion about what might be wrong with the movie. By my analysis it would be prematurely woke. Uncle Remus is the most sympathetic character in the whole movie, and the white mother's refusal to let her children listen to his stories was obviously improper and racist. As they say in the old South (South Berkeley, that is), go figure.

I spent the day playing dominoes with Zoriana and trying to light a fire under Eddie to do his reading. He makes excuses that we should be doing something else – studying for end of term exams in Ukrainian. I tell him to cut the crap. We should be reading the book that he and I chose about Ukrainian history and he should be writing. There is no chance anybody will give a damn 10 years from now whether or not he scored well on an individual test in the fifth grade. They certainly will care whether he can read and write Ukrainian and English.

The hryvnya to dollar exchange rate has crept up from 26:1 to 28:1 over the past couple of months. It's a sign that some people are nervous about this Russia stuff.  The drumbeat about war from the yellow press of New York – Wall Street Journal and New York Times – is continuous. Somebody in the United States wants it a whole lot more than anybody I know here.

I would much rather take my chances with Russian bullets than Fauci jabs. I may be overly concerned, but the fact is that nobody can prove “safe and effective” and everybody who asks gets vilified.  By the way, did you notice that Russia just rejected the notion of compulsory jabs and vaccine passports for its citizens?  Привет!

I think I'll come out fairly well the matter what happens. I speak pretty good Russian and nobody could call me a tool of the Biden administration. On the subject of deep thoughts, this piece on Substack by boriquagato was enough to persuade me to upgrade my free subscription.

When I type "trusted news initiative" into my Yandex translator it returns the following: инициатива "надежные новости." Yandex even volunteered the the quotes. I think that Nadezhnuiy Novosty will fit very well in the panoply of Russian news sources, along with Pravda and Izvestya. News sources should be competing to present different points of view. It is news when they don't.  But not the kind of news that gets reported.

Anyhow, as two of you wrote me, the Canadian Broadcasting Company, a founding member of Nadezhnuiy Novosty, assures its audience that there is no substance to the notion there may be an increase in stillbirths in Vancouver. The implication is that the six armed Mounties were entirely within their rights to drag away in handcuffs an 80-year-old doctor and force dangerous antipsychotic medications on him because he thought otherwise.

While we wait for the CBC/Nadezhnuiy Novosty to tell us the real, trustworthy story we can only guess what the numbers might be. If it tracks the United States Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VАERS) it would not be out of line for the number to have gone up. Israel, which does a pretty good job with numbers, reports an increase in stillbirths.

Unfortunate incidents seem more and more to befall curious people like this doctor. Judy Мikovits (known as whackadoodle on this board) writes in the introduction to her book Plague of Corruption of a whole series of Lemony Snicket type unfortunate events that befell her when she crossed the СDC and Big Pharma a decade ago.  A lot of doctors and nurses have had their medical licenses pulled for prescribing іvermectin and hydrоxychloroquine. That's only unfortunate if you need an income to live on.

Search on "Stеve Kirsch five nurses rumble" to hear some more stories about the health industry today. An anecdote from 11 minutes into this video touches on my own life. This nurse was on crutches for three weeks after taking a new, expensive antibiotic called Levaquin.  As I indicated in my movie about doctors – the one that YouTube whacked immediately for medical misinformation – my doctor had prescribed Levaquin to me when I had a bout of strep throat a few years back. I had asked for doxycycline, which I know works, but he pushed the stuff on me. With a similar result. That doctor was not whatsoever curious when I told him about the adverse reaction. Back to the theme – these five highly qualified nurses are all without jobs for having asked too many questions.

It had struck me as odd that we hadn't heard any follow-through on the report of a 40% increase in excess mortality by an insurance executive. Right after I wrote you, we did. An enterprising member of the blogosphere contacted state vital statistics organizations and compiled what he could from those that had 2021 data available. The rate of excess mortality 2021 over 2020 ranged from not much to over 60%. The highest numbers were from the south and the west.  Upon reflection, that makes sense. The governors in the Northeast, with Cuomo at the head of the pack, implemented policies in 2020 that led to a high level of Covid deaths. The rest of the country not so much. Therefore, more elderly people who might have suffered adverse effects from the vaccines in the Northeast were already dead.  Even if adverse effects were about the same across the country, it would look worse year-on-year in the South and West.

But this is all conjecture. I can afford to let the numbers come in as they will. In our household, the three kids are doing fine. Oksana is recovering, though not as quickly as she would like. Anna is still doing okay – a test showed that she still has reasonable level of antibodies from her previous bout with Covid. Her 10-year-old daughter Sophia has not had any sense of taste or smell for three days, but her fever is letting up. I'm feeling better. I will be curious what the strep test shows, but I don't think I'll need antibiotics.  Grandmother Nadia is taking her Covid meds and suffering only from weakness and a stomachache, which may or may not be related.

The good news is that Grandpa Sasha's temperature is back down to normal. He may be strong enough for the kidney operation they have scheduled. You Ukrainian readers – he needs blood, and I am a decade and a half too old to give it. If you can do so, please let me know.

I mentioned to Eddie that when my own parents were in more or less Sasha's condition, they had let me know that they were ready to let go when the time came. Eddie surprised me by saying that Sasha had told him, over a game of chess, that he wanted to keep going. So we are doing the right thing by him.

I started this Substack blog a couple of months ago as an alternative to email. They informed me that yesterday I had 341 readers. That's up quite a few from the hundred or so I had on my email distribution. Welcome!

Let me give you a little bit of history. As you may have gleaned, I divorced in 2016 at the age of 64 and moved to Ukraine in the hope of starting a new family. Oksana and I met in 2019, married a year later, and had Eddie a year after that. Zoriana and Marianna showed up four and one year ago respectively.

I am as thoroughly canceled as a person can be.  My former wife and three children have not talked to me for years. Neither have their siblings, spouses, nieces or nephews. Most neighbors from our former home in tony Bethesda will not return my calls, though ex-husband Herb is on this distribution. It amuses me to wonder how in the world talking to me could be of any danger, but the question needs no answer – I need nothing from them.

Ten years ago I posted an analysis of what had happened to that family as part of the autobiography on my website, where it is still available if anybody wants to know. I have had an interesting life, a varied career in many different countries speaking many different languages. I have also read a vast amount.

The task for the remainder of my life is to raise my children to be successful. The best single measure will be grandchildren. If my children can raise their own children to be like their mother and me, and like themselves, we will have succeeded.  You can read more about these musings in a November blog entitled Absolutes.

I see Covid as just another phase of a depopulation agenda that has been underway in America and the West for a century. While I am encouraged by the Covid warriors such as Steve Kirsch, Alex Berenson, Robert Malone, Peter McCullough, Mattias Desmet and the FLCCC, they are primarily concerned with the survival of individuals within the current generation.

My focus is multigenerational. I quote Edmund Burke to the effect that the present generation owes it to generations past to carry on the bloodline and culture we inherited, and owes it to future generations to conserve their patrimony – mother Earth, our culture and our bloodline – to be passed on yet further. My touchstone is a short book entitled "Evolution and Ethics," written by Sir Arthur Keith when I was still in diapers. You can find video reviews on Amazon for two of my more recent touchstone books, "At Our Wits End" by Edward Dutton and Michael Woodley, and "On Genetic Interests" by Frank Salter.

Zooming in from that extremely broad statement of my purpose in life to the here and now, you can read installment by installment about the process of educating my children. It is a constant learning experience.

That's the news from Lake WeBeGone, where the men and women alike are recovering their strength and this whole Covid thing is washing right over the children. They have no appreciation of how profoundly it will affect the world in which they come of age.

Graham