Was Tevye Really a Farmer? Probably Not.

Was Tevye Really a Farmer? Probably Not.

I am currently reading Two Hundred Years Together. It’s an expansive book by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, written in 2001, that analyzes the Jewish role in the Communist revolution of 1917 (By the vey, where is the 100-year retrospect on CNN?). At any rate, Solzhenitsyn is highly critical of the “chosen people” and their role in this debacle.

For example, he provides the names of Jewish individuals that committed a host of crimes: murder, treason, extortion, etc. Overall, it’s a scathing indictment of the Jewish role in the Russian revolution—and it’s the primary reason that Solzhenitsyn has been removed from the Western liberal clique (in addition to his admiration of Vladimir Putin). Ah…how quickly the lefties can forget a Noble Prize winner.

The book has many insightful parts. However, one narrative stuck with me. It’s regarding the Jewish refusal to do farming work. At one point, international funds were being sent to the USSR so that the Jews could farm in the Crimea. However, despite millions of dollars in incentives, most of the Jews returned to other lines of work: i.e. money lending, various trades, etc.

Solzhenitsyn writes:

This mass departure of Jews from agriculture in the 1920’s and 30’s resembles similar Jewish withdrawal from agricultural colonies in the 19th century, albeit now there were many new occupations available in industry (and in administration, a prohibited field for Jews in Tsarist Russia) (222)

Solzhenitsyn goes on…

In 1926 Kalinin (and other functionaries) received many questions about Jews in letters and at meetings… Among these questions (91): Why do they not farm even though it is now allowed them? (209)

When I read this, I immediately thought of Tevye from the movie Fiddler on the Roof.

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Despite the casting of Tevye as a farmer, the reality was different – most Jews did not farm in the Soviet Union.

The movie is based on the life of a poor Jewish farmer (named Tevye), circa 1905, living in a Russian village. However, as we learn from Two Hundred Years Together, this character would have been an anomaly, Most likely, he would have been working in some trade.

Now there is nothing wrong with eschewing agriculture. However, there IS something wrong with lying to the public. There IS something wrong with trying to rewrite history. And there IS something wrong with turning Hollywood into a vehicle for agitative propaganda.

See through this light, we realize an unpleasant fact:

Fiddler on the Roof was partly propaganda, designed to give the public a false view of facts.

In short, it’s goal was to sanctify the Jewish people, while simultaneously denigrating Russia.

The Far Left Needs the White Nationalist Movement

The Far Left Needs the White Nationalist Movement

The left is hanging onto the Charlottesville story for dear life. They realize that if this story fades into another news cycle (which it will) then it’s more losing. But essentially, they’re already in trouble due to a pathological addiction to censorship.

Remember…the BLM was a “Divide and Conquer” campaign orchestrated by the (((media))). Much to their surprise, their time-honored tradition backfired. They overplayed their weasly hand and inadvertently got Donald Trump elected. They were like an over-confident Joe Pisarcik, fumbling the ball away to Herman Edwards at the Miracle in the Meadowlands.

But unlike the BLM, the WN movement is not media-sponsored—nor do they have frequent marches, like the BLM.  Their “optics” (to borrow the word of the day) are far less visible than the BLM. For example, you’ll never see Richard Spencer tearing the microphone out of a presidential candidate’s hand (a la Bernie Sanders). And you’ll never see Spencer get a White House invitation, like Obama gave to the BLM leaders.

And therein lies the Catch-22…

The far left needs more White Nationalist rallies to further their agenda. Yet they’re incapable of letting the events take place, because they’re addicted to censorship.

You Either Have the Courage to Grab Your Goals or You Don’t.

You Either Have the Courage to Grab Your Goals or You Don’t.

I recently took a trip across the United States: Florida, Nevada, Colorado and Pennsylvania. During the trip, I came across many people: friends, family, and acquaintances. It’s a trip I do periodically. So after a few months, I get the chance to “check back in” on people. This gives me a better perspective than most. I see things with a fresh pair of eyes. I notice things that others might not see.

So what did I find?

Simply put…people do not change. The people that were struggling are still struggling: i.e. the poor person is still poor, the lonely person still lonely. And the rich person is still rich…still smashing away at his goals.

It makes you wonder if there’s any point in giving advice. Is there any point in coaching? In empowerment? In pumping up a crowd?

I don’t think so. At the end of the day, everybody knows what they need to know. It comes down to two things. Two roads diverging in the woods.

You either have the courage to grab your goals or you don’t.

When Should You Say That “Things Happen for a Reason”?

When Should You Say That “Things Happen for a Reason”?

You should only utter the phrase one time—when forces out of your control have resulted in tragedy: i.e. the passing of a relative, being hit by a drunk driver, etc.

NEVER utter this phrase under the following circumstances:

  • You’ve been impregnated for the third time by an El Salvadorian gang member
  • You’ve received a fourth DUI in the last five months
  • Your 20-year addiction to cocaine has caused another suitor to flee
  • Your adult children feel that you’re a worthless piece of shit.

The first scenario is out of your control…in the hands of God.

The second is a reflection of your ethics, your morals, and your intelligence.

Was Christopher Columbus Happy?

Was Christopher Columbus Happy?

The topic is dealt with in The Idiot by Dostoyevsky (via the character Hippolyte).

“Oh, you may be perfectly sure that if Columbus was happy, it was not after he had discovered America, but when he was discovering it…What did the New World matter after all? Columbus had hardly seen it when he died, and in reality he was entirely ignorant of what he had discovered. The important thing is life-life and nothing else! What is any ‘discovery’ whatever compared with the incessant, eternal discovery of life?”

Hippolyte is speculating of course, but his point is well taken. A goal is never the orgasm; instead, the pleasure lies in foreplay. It’s getting from point A to point Z that’s fun – the magical moments on the highway of life.

For Colombus, pleasure most likely came from the process of exploration; not the act of discovery.

I know this to be true. When I was younger, I wrote music that was performed on a major TV show. Prior to that accomplishment, I spent thousands of hours practicing: doing scales, taking singing lessons, etc. And finally, one day, something came of it. Boom! I got a placement.

But the pleasure was fleeting. After a few moments, the elation disappeared and I was left with a nagging question…what next?

Happiness lies in a process….the joy you get when you chase goal. So enjoy every day and embrace every moment. And if achieve the goal, then great! But don’t be fooled…the prize can never complete you.

Once your stomach is full, it’s only a matter of time before you become hungry again.

You Can’t Make Old Friends

You Can’t Make Old Friends

I saw Kenny Rogers on Friday night. He played all the hit songs, of course. But his finale was perfection –  a lesser known tune entitled “You Can’t Make Old Friends.” It was dedicated to a 50-year friendship that he had with Dolly Parton.

During the song, I was reminded of Kenny’s genius – how the Gods have blessed him. How a golden voice was put in the body of a common man. How he gave praise to the GIFT. In short, I saw a GREAT MAN.

Do you have somebody special in your life? Somebody that’s been at your side for decades? Do you honor and cherish them?

I hope you enjoy this video…I hope it touches your heart the way it touches mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chBNBzE35EI

You Can’t Make Old Friends

What will I do when you are gone?
Who’s gonna tell me the truth?
Who’s gonna finish the stories I start,
The way you always do?

When somebody knocks at the door,
Someone new walks in.
I will smile and shake their hands,
but you can’t make old friends.

You can’t make old friends
Can’t make old friends
It was you and me, since way back when.
But you can’t make old friends.

How will I sing when you are gone?
Cause it wont sound the same.
Who will join in on those harmony parts,
When I call your name?

You can’t make old friends
Can’t make old friends
It was you and me, since way back when.
But you can’t make old friends.

When Saint Peter opens the gate,
And you come walking in.
I will be there just waiting for you.
Cause you can’t make old friends
Cause you can’t make old friends.

When I am out on the stage all alone
And I hear the music begin.
We all know the show must go on.
But you can’t make old friends.

You can’t make old friends.
Can’t make old friends
And you and me, will be young again.
You can’t make old friends.

You and me, will be together again.
Cause we both know, we will still be old friends.

You can’t make old friends
Not the way we have always been.

The Genius Can Never Be Fully Understood

The Genius Can Never Be Fully Understood

This point is made in The Idiot by Dostoevsky (via the character Hippolyte).

“Let me add to this that in every idea emanating from genius, or even in every serious human idea–born in the human brain–there always remains something–some sediment–which cannot be expressed to others, though one wrote volumes and lectured upon it for five-and-thirty years. There is always a something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain there with you, and you alone, for ever and ever, and you will die, perhaps, without having imparted what may be the very essence of your idea to a single living soul.”

Very true.

All the TED talks in the world cannot contain the complete essence of brilliance. All the self-help books, the Tony Robbins presentations…they’re all missing a key element: something that lies in the epicenter of brilliance.

Think of how a novel is written. Countless hours of contemplation, the dull hiss of the computer screen. The writer staring at a blank page, hoping to see the next paragraph of brilliance. How many thoughts are racing through his head? How many ideas that never make it to the page, yet are inextricably linked to the novel?

Think about a star athlete. Countless hours of practice, lifting weights in the back of the gymnasium. The moment of his public victory are proceeded by a million anonymous moments. How many days were not captured for the public eye? How many hours went un-televised, yet were tied to his ascension?

The genius is never fully understood. Something lies hidden—a spark in the fire that burns. An essential element, locked away from the vision of the crowd.

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