Showing posts with label Lenin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lenin. Show all posts
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Real Communists
Those mentioned below had a very important role in the history of communism in Romania. However, they have something else in common. Besides everybody getting goosebumps from fear every time their name was mentioned during their whole existence.
First, Lenin. "Lenin's father, Ilya Nikolayevich Ulyanov (1831–1886), was the fourth child of impoverished tailor Nikolai Vassilievich Ulyanov – born a serf of either Kalmyk or Tatar descent – and a far younger Kalmyk named Anna Alexeevna Smirnova, who lived in Astrakhan." Barely any Russian, if any.
Mother, at least half German.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Alexandrovna_Ulyanova
Petru Groza (sounds a bit like Groschopf, doesn't it?)
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petru_Groza
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petru_Groza
Maurer, half Alsatian
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Gheorghe_Maurer
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Gheorghe_Maurer
Bodnăraş, half German.
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Bodn%C4%83ra%C8%99
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Bodn%C4%83ra%C8%99
Maurer and Bodnăraş did a lot of things against Romanians under the cover of communism, but i want to mention here the crucial role they both played in the naming of Ceauşescu as the conducător of Romania, în 1965. Ceauşescu himself, by name is of Turkish descent. Ceauş (çavuş) în Turkish means sergeant.
Dej, raised in Moineşti by his uncle. His uncle or aunt probably from there.
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Gheorghiu-Dej
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Gheorghiu-Dej
First, Lenin. "Lenin's father, Ilya Nikolayevich Ulyanov (1831–1886), was the fourth child of impoverished tailor Nikolai Vassilievich Ulyanov – born a serf of either Kalmyk or Tatar descent – and a far younger Kalmyk named Anna Alexeevna Smirnova, who lived in Astrakhan." Barely any Russian, if any.
Mother, at least half German.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Alexandrovna_Ulyanova
Petru Groza (sounds a bit like Groschopf, doesn't it?)
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petru_Groza
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petru_Groza
Maurer, half Alsatian
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Gheorghe_Maurer
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Gheorghe_Maurer
Bodnăraş, half German.
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Bodn%C4%83ra%C8%99
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Bodn%C4%83ra%C8%99
Maurer and Bodnăraş did a lot of things against Romanians under the cover of communism, but i want to mention here the crucial role they both played in the naming of Ceauşescu as the conducător of Romania, în 1965. Ceauşescu himself, by name is of Turkish descent. Ceauş (çavuş) în Turkish means sergeant.
Dej, raised in Moineşti by his uncle. His uncle or aunt probably from there.
http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Gheorghiu-Dej
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Gheorghiu-Dej
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Comrade Peter
As heard in ~72-74 when i was 12-14. Version adapted for English, slightly modified from the original which is hard to reproduce here.
Lenin died and went to Hell. One day St.Peter met with Satan. St.Peter was curious about Lenin and asked Satan how was he doing. Satan said: St.Peter, it's good you asked, it's a big problem, i don't know what to do with him anymore, he's turning all my devils into commies, soon they'll be all on strike and i couldn't run the Hell anymore. Saint Peter went OK, i'll take him a few days to see what's going on and then i'll return him to you. A couple of weeks later they meet again. Satan asked: Saint Peter, did you fix Lenin, can i have him back now? And Peter answers: What saint are you talking about, you mean comrade Peter, and now don't keep me here wasting my time, cause i was on my way to a party meeting and i don't want to be late!...
Lenin died and went to Hell. One day St.Peter met with Satan. St.Peter was curious about Lenin and asked Satan how was he doing. Satan said: St.Peter, it's good you asked, it's a big problem, i don't know what to do with him anymore, he's turning all my devils into commies, soon they'll be all on strike and i couldn't run the Hell anymore. Saint Peter went OK, i'll take him a few days to see what's going on and then i'll return him to you. A couple of weeks later they meet again. Satan asked: Saint Peter, did you fix Lenin, can i have him back now? And Peter answers: What saint are you talking about, you mean comrade Peter, and now don't keep me here wasting my time, cause i was on my way to a party meeting and i don't want to be late!...
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Mândră Corabia, Meşter Cârmaciul
Şi ce subliminal cânta...
Sunt mai multe corelaţii de nume în melodia asta foarte devreme în istoria comunismului în România, în care dacă vă amintiţi totul era planificat. Pe cât timp planificat? Asta încă nu ştim exact...
Dar ascultând am dat în alt subiect, mi se pare mie sau nu vocea Doinei sună ca un ... theremin iar basul şi schimbările de chei din cele două melodii sunt cam la fel?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bashi-bazouk
"A bashi-bazouk or bashibazouk (Turkish başıbozuk, or delibaş, literally "damaged head", meaning "free headed", "leaderless", "disorderly") was an irregular soldier of the Ottoman army. They were particularly noted for their lack of discipline."
De ce: Când avea câţiva ani, destui ca să-mi amintesc, bunicul meu adoptiv din Storojineţ, "Buţu" (de la bunicuţu) Dumezeu să-l ierte, care vorbea 4 limbi, română, germană, rusă şi ucraineană şi a fost 6 ani în război, când de-o parte când de alta, imparţial ca tot românul, de câte ori eram obraznic aşa îmi spunea, başbuzuc. Termenul nu ştiu de ce mă ofensa foarte mult şi mi s-a săpat undeva într-o cale neuronală şi câteodată iese la suprafaţă, mai ales când citesc ştiri din România de azi şi nu numai.
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Saturday, May 19, 2012
I Am Radical
by Adrian Păunescu - Aug, 1, 1988
I am radical
more precisely
i am for keeping
of a right balance
between lie and truth,
between heroes and heroes
between plus and minus,
i am radical,
more precisely,
i am getting sick of the socialist demagogy
more than
of the bourgeois demagogy
because i feel it
pressing from much closer.
I am radical,
i think it is not good, the law
that punishes you more severely
if you kill a bear
than if you kill a man,
and even more,
punishes you more severely
if you speak,
if you have opinions,
than if you kill.
I am radical,
that is i imagine
if the equation
"the people have chosen us
we speak in the name of the people,
we govern in the name of the people,
we build the socialism
with the people and for the people,"
is true,
it is not right
to destroy of the man
his house, his town or village,
without asking the man;
ten students have declared at school,
when the teacher asked them
what good deeds have they done,
in that day,
they helped an old woman
cross the street
but why so many,
the teacher wondered
because the old woman
didn't want to cross the street
they answered.
About this would be the situation
i am radical
and i look in the face,
if the old woman doesn't want to cross the street
it is difficult
to sell yourself
best among others
because you force her to cross,
and things are just like this
the old woman doesn't want
to cross the street.
the old woman is not on the street,
there isn't even a street,
and the old woman isn't even old
but just a nervous country
that would have to cross.
I am radical,
that is i am terrified
by the remorses
that can not save anything anymore
especially the life
that stubborns anyway
for the past few generations
to go to hell.
I am radical
i like prunes, peaches,
summer apples, freedom,
the woman, the historical frontiers,
and incense flavored grapes.
I am radical,
i could dictate a poem
even from a public phone,
but i am radical also
if i mention that
i could do this
only if the one
to whom i dictate
would have a phone.
I am radical,
i believe that Marshall Ion Antonescu
if he would be re-judged
by an impartial tribunal
would be declared
without hesitation,
hero post mortem of Romania
and universal martyr
at least after the reading
of the Ribbentrop-Molotov Pact.
I am radical,
i believe in the value of cabbage leaf
applied in painful areas
of the body.
I am radical
i don't believe it exists
a more ugly angel
and a more beautiful demon
than man
and, even more that that,
i don't believe it exists
a more fruitful accident
and a more contradictory law
than man.
From myself
and from the others
i extract the square root
and i realize it is only water,
water in a state of thought,
water with soul and whirls,
water, in an incurable
chemical formula.
I am radical,
when it rains
and when it snows
and when they talk about me,
about the water that i am,
about the water that i am.
I am radical
more precisely
i am for keeping
of a right balance
between lie and truth,
between heroes and heroes
between plus and minus,
i am radical,
more precisely,
i am getting sick of the socialist demagogy
more than
of the bourgeois demagogy
because i feel it
pressing from much closer.
I am radical,
i think it is not good, the law
that punishes you more severely
if you kill a bear
than if you kill a man,
and even more,
punishes you more severely
if you speak,
if you have opinions,
than if you kill.
I am radical,
that is i imagine
if the equation
"the people have chosen us
we speak in the name of the people,
we govern in the name of the people,
we build the socialism
with the people and for the people,"
is true,
it is not right
to destroy of the man
his house, his town or village,
without asking the man;
ten students have declared at school,
when the teacher asked them
what good deeds have they done,
in that day,
they helped an old woman
cross the street
but why so many,
the teacher wondered
because the old woman
didn't want to cross the street
they answered.
About this would be the situation
i am radical
and i look in the face,
if the old woman doesn't want to cross the street
it is difficult
to sell yourself
best among others
because you force her to cross,
and things are just like this
the old woman doesn't want
to cross the street.
the old woman is not on the street,
there isn't even a street,
and the old woman isn't even old
but just a nervous country
that would have to cross.
I am radical,
that is i am terrified
by the remorses
that can not save anything anymore
especially the life
that stubborns anyway
for the past few generations
to go to hell.
I am radical
i like prunes, peaches,
summer apples, freedom,
the woman, the historical frontiers,
and incense flavored grapes.
I am radical,
i could dictate a poem
even from a public phone,
but i am radical also
if i mention that
i could do this
only if the one
to whom i dictate
would have a phone.
I am radical,
i believe that Marshall Ion Antonescu
if he would be re-judged
by an impartial tribunal
would be declared
without hesitation,
hero post mortem of Romania
and universal martyr
at least after the reading
of the Ribbentrop-Molotov Pact.
I am radical,
i believe in the value of cabbage leaf
applied in painful areas
of the body.
I am radical
i don't believe it exists
a more ugly angel
and a more beautiful demon
than man
and, even more that that,
i don't believe it exists
a more fruitful accident
and a more contradictory law
than man.
From myself
and from the others
i extract the square root
and i realize it is only water,
water in a state of thought,
water with soul and whirls,
water, in an incurable
chemical formula.
I am radical,
when it rains
and when it snows
and when they talk about me,
about the water that i am,
about the water that i am.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Kaiser, Khazaria, קֵיסָרְיָה and Lenin
The words have memory. One can understand history following the words throughout it. I think i'm not mistaking when i say a language includes during its evolution parts of the history of the people who spoke it.
I did once a search on the word Kaiser in the phone directory in the Portland area, where i live. There are hundreds, with (spelling) variations like Keiser / Kaizer / Keyser / Kyser / Kiser / Kizer / Kaiser and probably others. There is a city just north of Salem, the capital of Oregon, called Keizer. One of the first if not the first medical insurance company in the United States, still a major one today, is called Kaiser Permanente. And i told myself, there's got to be something about it. And i did a little research and i sent emails approximately more than a year ago to some of my friends with the results. Now i'm going to post them here together with more information.
There is a city in Israel called קֵיסָרְיָה.Pronounced Keisarya. Caesaria in English. Built by Greeks, renamed by Romans in honor of Caesar.
There was a country between the 618 AD and 1050 AD named Khazaria north of Caucusus Mountains, between Caspian and Black sea. (Where the word Caucasian is coming from, of course!)
There is a city in Israel called קֵיסָרְיָה.Pronounced Keisarya. Caesaria in English. Built by Greeks, renamed by Romans in honor of Caesar.
There was a country between the 618 AD and 1050 AD named Khazaria north of Caucusus Mountains, between Caspian and Black sea. (Where the word Caucasian is coming from, of course!)
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There was a region in Russia and Soviet Union where Volga Germans lived where most of these people named Kaiser came from in Portland area. During Soviet Union it was called just that, Volga German Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic. On Volga river, of course, in the heart of what it was Khazaria, shown in the map above, some 600 years before. You can find the story of how they got there or how they got out of there in Wikipedia or in other sources.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volga_Germans.
Basically, Catherine the Great, a German princess, 6 month after she maried Peter III, also German, assassinated him and took the throne. In 1792 and 1793 she published manifestos inviting foreigners to come to Russia giving them land and many privileges. The settlers came mainly from Bavaria, Baden, Hesse, the Palatinate and the Rhineland, over the years 1763 to 1767. To make a long story short, in the end, starting about 150 years ago, they all came to the US.
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There was Deutsches Kaiserreich and now there are the common words Keiserreich and Keiser in German.
There is the name Casimir in Polish and the name Cazan (that i know of) in Romanian.
I think the reader can get the idea by now. There's always google to help.
"Lenin's mother, Maria Alexandrovna Ulyanova (born Maria Alexandrovna Blank) (Russian: Мария Александровна Ульянова) (6 March [O.S. 22 February] 1835 — 25 July [O.S. 12 July] 1916)[1] was one of the six children of Alexandr Blank (born Israel Blank), and Anna Ivanovna Groschopf, the daughter of a German father, Johann Groschopf, and a Swedish mother, Anna Östedt."
Lenin was born in the town of Ulyanovsk, formerly Simbirsk, located on the Volga River.
However, the name Ulyanov may very well come from Ulus of Jochi, the name of the Golden Horde. Lenin by his father was one quarter tatar. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Horde
German, Tatar, Swedish, Jewish, watever, similar to the prince and princess or better said emperor and empress mentioned above, he had very little or no Russian blood in him.
In 1995, in Portland, Oregon, i met a Romanian gentleman named Ioan Mladin. He taught me his version of Socrate's paradox. He also told me that "they" (he never said who where they) want to build the communism @here. Back then i did not know what to believe and i forgot.
Cristian Ioanide, ex director of the publication Romanian Times in Portland died not long after he put in one of his editorials the information that a large number of the people in Oregon are descendants of Volga Germans. http://www.romaniantimes.org/ioanide.html. That's where and when i found out the first time and i had to tell it to a German Romanian American guy i know around here.
Couldn't find the article in the Romanian Times archive. I will keep searching for the article where he wrote that. He was a friend of mister Mladin and i also met him once. That night when he hit a pole in the courtyard of Sfânta Maria Romanian orthodox church in Portland with his Mercedes pressing on the accelerator instead of brakes after he left and we were all watching the Romanian movie Balada.
Here is the map that shows where most of the Volga Germans are settled in the United States
And let's not forget that the fiberboard that the floor in the apartment where i live and in the one beneath is made, which is the main source of formaldehyde that i had to breathe continuously was made by a a company named Kaizer or a variation of it. It's under the carpet right now and i really regret i didn't take a picture of the logo that was printed on one of the boards when i sealed it with self adhesive shelf liners.
If i hadn't have that continuous stomach pain for 10 years until 2006 and didn't know any of these i think i would be much happier.
Here is the one of 2000 US census map. But unfortunately, we don't see any Khazars here, only Germans.
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