Tears of nostalgy

A joke by my rabbi:

A school inspector comes to a Soviet school in the 1930s and asks children:

— Little boy, what is your name?
— Vova.
— Who are your father and mother?
— My mother is the Motherland. My father is the Fatherland.
— What do you want to be when you grow up?
— A soldier to protect the Motherland and Fatherland.

Next child:

— Little girl, what is your name?
— Sveta.
— Who are your father and mother?
— My mother is the Motherland. My father is the Fatherland.
— What do you want to be when you grow up?
— A cook to make food for the the Motherland and Fatherland.

Then he comes to a little boy with Jewish features sitting in the corner:

— Little boy, what is your name?
— Yankel.
— Who are your father and mother?
— My mother is the Motherland. My father is the Fatherland.
— What do you want to be when you grow up?
— An orphan.

This video makes me a bit nostalgic. This stuff is in my past. If Democrats have their way, it may also be in my children’s future, chv”sh.



I have to say, Russia looked much nicer. At least it had some character. Culture. History. Currents boiling under the surface. A spark of its people’s soul not extinguished by idiots with initiative.

This just looks like a tin-soldier factory. Maybe I don’t get the Asian culture, just like my pianist friend doesn’t like their piano playing (“Great skills and mastery, no musicianship whatsoever,” he says). Perhaps we are both racist.



Sometimes there is an advantage of being an American.

We are in a hotel room. We were told it’s bugged. Not sure that whispering will help. Hello, hello! Hello! Come in. Come in, Tokyo.

And then, on the way back, you’re thinking: “This is the fourth largest army in the world, all along this border. And they have threatened the US with nukes, and Japan with nukes. How can they have nukes?! They don’t have electricity. They don’t have running water. They are a third-world country on the level of a turn-of-[20th]-century Britain, and they have nukes?!”

Keep watching.