Russian President Vladimir Putin described the collapse of the Soviet Union as “the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the 20th century.” This documentary from 2021 shows the path Russian foreign policy has followed under Putin. [This documentary was originally released in 2021. In February 2022, Russian President Vladimir Putin ordered the invasion of Ukraine.] On December 25, 1991, the Soviet Union collapsed. Along with it came hope for the end of the Cold War, for independence and freedom for the former Soviet republics. But for many it also brought poverty and war. What remains of the dreams of that time? The documentary includes contemporary witnesses and politicians of the decisive years and shows what has become of the legacy of a world power.
stuartbramhallon said:Aunty, I think the nub of the issue is that mainstream media (and the Democrats) are trying to portray parents as bigoted when they express concern about public schools introducing children as young as 5 to extremely abstract concepts about race and sexual identity before they are old enough to fully grasp abstract concepts – and without parental consent.In my mind, the gender ideology and racial sensitivity training are two separate issues that parents are complaining about.As for the gender ideology, when I was in school, sex education was only offered at age 10-up and only with parental consent. At present, children as young as 5 are being taught that physical sex doesn’t equate with sexual identity and that people can hold as many as 24 different sexual identities. I’ve watched unhappy young people exposed to this ideology coming to the conclusion prior to adolescence that changing their gender is the automatic solution. With the result that they (and their teachers) put pressure on the parents to allow them to start puberty blockers at 11 and the hormones of the opposite sex two years later. The physical suffering they undergo from these treatments (which have never been tested for long term safety) is immense. Likewise there has never been any long term evaluation of the effect of exposing young children to gender ideology training, especially when the teachers are given little or no training on the appropriate way to teach it/Here in New Zealand, I fully support parents who decide to home school their kids to protect them from being exposed to what in my mind is basically propaganda with little or no scientific basis. While there are a number (around 1%) of children who are born as intersex individuals (with unclear external genitalia), I don’t believe that encouraging all preteen children to opt out of normal puberty will in anyway reduce or discourage discrimination against adult homosexuals and transsexuals.Critical Race Theory is a separate issue because Critical Race Theory is actually a university level area of study addressing the issue of what’s known as “intersectionality.” “Intersectionality” is the process of looking at a person’s social disadvantage on the basic of “intersecting” minority identities (usually class, ethnicity, sexual identity, sexual orientation, religion and level of disability). There is no way they are teaching Critical Race Theory in elementary school because there is no way young children can absorb such complex ideas.In my mind, CRT is another wedge issue, like gun control, to get people on the right and left to fight each other rather than the ruling elite.Liked by youReply ↓
auntyutaon said:Stuart, thank you very, very much for this reply to clarify the situation. Even though I have children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, it did not occur to me that this sort of thing was going on in elementary school. One grandson and his wife preferred to home school there two daughters when they were little! I always thought it was their right to do this. But I think I understand a bit better now what their motives may have been. When I went to school, sex education was not a school subject, not at all. As far as I know, all my children experienced very limited sex education, and this only past the age of 12 in high-school.
Uta says: First my comment to this article. Can anybody please tell me, why on earth Australians should not be worried about the safety of the submarines until 2040?!! It gave me a shock, to hear about all this a few minutes ago on the 7.30 Program!!
Former submariners with over 500 years of collective service in the Royal Australian Navy are warning a newer version of the Collins-class boat is needed as a stopgap measure before the AUKUS nuclear-powered boats start hitting the water in the 2040s.
The Collins-class submarines are due to start getting major upgrades from the mid-2020s to extend their life
A group of submariners are pushing to find a replacement sub that can be used until the nuclear subs arrive
The Swedish designer of the Collins class says it is happy to help Australia with a newer model
The veterans, who have served on Australia’s current submarines and the predecessor Oberon-class, are urging Defence to consider building an interim boat based on the Swedish-designed Collins to address a looming capability gap.
In an “Expression of Grave Concern”, the group argues: “Australia must keep the Collins submarines running until 2040+ or acquire some new conventional submarines:”
“The fact is that arguably both must be done, or the Collins submarines will be retiring at age 45 and beyond.
“It’s reasonable to ask whether they would still be safe to operate, let alone whether they should be used in a fight. This would be very poor value for money.
“Getting on urgently the Collins life extension and building more submarines are both necessary for sustaining today’s submarine capability and preparing industry and Navy for nuclear submarines.”
I copy here my above ‘Private’ Diary Post from Saturday, 25th 0f April 2020:
‘Everyone has by now some idea about the Coronavirus. It definitely has brought a lot of changes to our lives. How will all this end? Nobody knows for sure. We may have some ideas how it might end. However we cannot really know it, not exactly . . .
I think back to World War Two. Eighty years ago at this time of the year we had already eight months of war behind us. I was still only five years old. School started after Easter. But I was not allowed to go. I was considered to be still too young!
Our war in Germany ended on the 8th of May 1945. By then I was a ten year old. I emigrated to Australia in April 1959 with my husband and two daughters who were five months and sixteen months old. I left fourteen postwar years in Germany behind and started a new life in Australia. My dear little family did thrive in Australia. We did not make it to become rich. But we had a life in Australia, a good life. Neither Peter, my husband, nor I ever regretted our move to Australia. Yes, Australia has been very good to us!
Over the years we made a number of visits to our old country. We were amazed how prosperous Germany had become. Still, we were always glad to be going back to Australia. Four years ago, at the beginning of June, Peter and I made our last trip to Germany. Most of the time we stayed in Berlin, our home-town. Our son Martin had come with us and stayed with us, which was good. At the same time our daughter Caroline had come to Berlin with Matthew. They loved to get to know this interesting city. However on short notice they suddenly had to leave: Daughter Caroline had been called to Darwin on a job opportunity.
Towards the end of June daughter Monika had come to Berlin with all her tribe, that is with Natasha who is one of her daughters, and also with her twin sons, Troy and Ryan, as well as Ryan’s Partner Ebony and their sons Lucas and Alexander. They were on a tour from London to Paris to Switzerland to Berlin, where they stayed for nine days only, and then back to London, touring England a bit and then back home to Australia.
Why I mention our stay in Berlin four years ago is because that is where Peter first noticed something wrong with his bladder: Often he could hardly make it to the toilet on time! He always had to run, run, run to the toilet. A few weeks later in Australia a test showed that there was a tumour in his bladder!
For two years Peter received BCG treatment at Wollongong Hospital.
(BCG stands for Bacille Calmette Guerin. BCG is a weakened (attenuated) version of a bacteria called Mycobacterium bovis which is closely related to Mycobacterium tuberculosis, the agent responsible for tuberculosis. … BCG is also used as an adjuvant to stimulate the immune response and in cancer chemotherapy.)
Peter ended up with a battery of specialists: Urologists, an oncologist, cardiologists, a skin specialist, a dentist, hearing specialists, an optometrist and an ophthalmologist.
About two years ago heart bypass surgery was suggested because of Peter’s blocked arteries to the heart. Because of Peter’s brittle bones and his advanced age Peter decided he did not want any bypass surgery.
Recently Peter ended up in Wollongong Hospital with severe kidney pain. After successful surgery to drain the kidney and the insertion of a stent to the bladder the pain is gone. But Peter gets off and on severe back pain. Sitting in a comfortable easy chair usually helps him to immediately get rid of the pain. Also when he lies down on his side, the pain does go away instantly. However some Ex-ray revealed now, that Peter has the start of bone-cancer, which means that his bladder cancer has spread further.’
With the bone cancer spreading, Peter had no chance of survival. Peter died on Saturday, the 12.12.2020. For the last few weeks of his life he was given palliative care at home with daughters Monika and Caroline, as well as son-in-law Matthew and son Martin doing all the necessary caring with me mostly just sitting by his site.
After we had returned from our Berlin visit in 2016, I thought I would never again be able to go for another visit to Berlin. Surprise, surprise, it so happened, I did visit Berlin again in May of this year! We, my daughters and I, as well as one granddaughter, had just ten full days in Berlin. But I was able to see a lot of family and friends during this short stay in Berlin. So, I was glad, that I was given this chance for another visit.
Lyrics: Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Oh dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the wedding now, oh dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand, touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love.
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Mix – Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen – Bird On The Wire (Live in London)
Lyrics: Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on the hook Like a knight from some old-fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee And if I have been unkind I hope that you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Like a babe stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me: “You must not ask for so much” And the pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me: “Hey, why not ask for more?” Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.
“Located at 5 Crown Lane Wollongong, Kneading Ruby offers authentic woodfire pizzas & bespoke dishes made to share. Produced traditionally with the freshest seasonal produce, join us for a dining occasion with a casual modern approach.”
We had a lovely time on that day sharing some very good food. We had booked a table for eight.
At the moment the great news is, that finally we are actually planning to build a deck: It looks it may be happening very soon now!
So wonderful to have Mother’s Day memories AND to make new Mother’s Day memories! I love that you will be honoring Peter on the day of his birth. (((HUGS))))
I DO CONTINUE WITH A BIT OF DIARY FOR TODAY, 24TH OF MAY 2022:
For Dinner tonight, I wanted to have a bit of wine. But I had no wine left, none whatsoever. What to do? I checked the cupboard. Voila, some of last year’s DIARONNO was left. I had a bit of it with some Tonic Water. It was delicious together with my well cooked beautiful Dinner! 🙂
In last year’s Diary from the 10th of May I mention, how much I love to spend time with my son Martin. Actually, he rang me today. Following our phone conversation, I wrote to him an email about our recent trip to Berlin. Here is some of what I wrote about that trip:
We saw Ilse and Finn three times; and Peter Uwe and Astrid
I saw probably four times. I saw Corinna and Walter once;
also, Hendrick and family I saw once, Bergers once, Nadine
twice, and Petra once. Some people I saw in our apartment
only, other people I saw only at their place, or meeting
somewhere for a nice meal.
By the way, Michael Berger besides losing his father and
sister Gudrun, he also lost his wife to cancer some time
ago. His two daughters are married, each with three
children. Gudrun had two sons. One son is married
with three children also. 🙂
So, Doris has already nine great-grandchildren! 🙂
We saw Nadine’s partner, Stefan, and her little daughter,
Lina, who turned three on the 16th of May. (Dad’s birthday!)
We celebrated Ilse’s birthday at her place on the 13th of May, and then
with the whole family in an Indian restaurant on the 14th of May.
Restaurant PapadamDie ganze Genusswelt Indiens erwartet hungrige Besucher im PAPADAM in der Scharnweberstraße 6 – 7 in Reinickendorf. Das Papadam-Team hat sich eine klare Mission zum Ziel gesetzt: Wir möchten nicht nur ein sehr gutes indisches Restaurant sein, sondern Ihnen eine Wohlfühloase bieten, in der Sie gerne verweilen.papadam-berlin.de
Wednesday, the 18th of May, was the day when Bergers met us
for lunch at an Italian Restaurant at Prager Platz. And Iles and Finn
San Marino – Prager PlatzWILLKOMMEN IN BERLIN´S “LA SERENISSIMA” San Marino ist die älteste bestehende Republik der Welt – seit dem Jahr 301 unabhängig. Mitten in Italien, zwischen den Regionen Emilia-Romagna, Marken und Rimini, ist San Marino mit nur 60,57 km² zwar winzig klein, jedoch sehr fein gelegen.www.sanmarino-berlin.de
My Carpal Tunnel Relief Operation is on Thursday, the 16th of June! 🙂
Back to Berlin: The 16th of May was the only day that I did spend just
with Caroline, Monika, and Krystal! We had ‘Ice Becher’ at Victoria Luise
Platz. And then we went by Public Transport to the Ka-de-We. where the
four of us had a good time in the Restaurant at the Top, thinking of Papa. 🙂
We also did buy a few things at the Ka-de-We. I bought an old fashioned,
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We were lucky the cafe was open today, Wednesday, the first of May. We had some good breakfast there and ‘bowls’ of excellent coffee. Then we drove a bit around the backroads of this small town called Berry. Our first stop was here:
“Anzac Day (/ˈænzæk/) is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that broadly commemorates all Australians and New Zealanders “who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations” and “the contribution and suffering of all those who have served”. Observed on 25 April each year, Anzac Day was originally devised to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who served in the Gallipoli Campaign, their first engagement in the First World War (1914–1918).”
Berry Station is just down this road!
Our next stop was the Berry Swimming Pool that was closed for the winter months from April to November.
We passed this retirement village. We thought it looked quite interesting.
We took a few more street pictures in Berry and then drove on through Kangaroo Valley to the small town by that name.
Here is some Wikipedia information about this town :
“As of 2013, the small town has a variety of arts and craft shops, restaurants and cafes, a hotel, club, post office, supermarket and other businesses, including an ambulance station, general practitioner and a chemist.
We stopped at a very nice cafe in the main street.
Oh yes, we had not great difficulty pretending it was 1995!!
On the way home we stopped at the Robertson Pie Shop for a cup of refreshing tea and some delicious fruit pie.
Here is a link to a post Peter (Berlioz) wrote seven years ago:
Among other things you find the following in Peter’s post:
“The other day, on the First of May actually, we were enticed by the beautiful sunshine to drive into the country site. Not far from where we live, about 70 km is Kangaroo Valley. On the way there and back we passed through Berry, a town on the Princes Highway. It is “old charm” town where on weekends well to do people from Sydney come to visit and do some shopping for things that do not come from China, like craft work etc. . . .”
“When the Cenotaph was unveiled in 1921, a tree was planted for each of the dead along Alexandra Street, at the base of each of these trees a bronze plaque was set recalling the soldier to whom the tree was originally dedicated. . . .”
Peter also did mention in his post from 2012 the Cenotaph in Berry that we visited again today:
“We drove a bit further and suddenly saw the town’s Cenotaph erected for the fallen of the two World Wars. The floral tributes from the recent ANZAC Day were still to be seen. I realised then, that perhaps Berry represents, in equal parts, the modern and the old Australia, and the fallen soldiers are the connecting element of this duality. Without knowing it they gave their lives for just the Australia we have become. Migrants of the countries that were fighting in the Great War of 1914/18 are now here. . . .”
In my post from seven years ago I mentioned the Berry Sourdough Cafe in Prince Alfred Street:
” . . . we drove on to Berry where we had some pies for lunch. We also bought some cake at the Milkwood Bakery. This is a newly opened bakery in Queen Street. They are a branch of the Berry Sourdough Cafe in Prince Alfred Street, which is famous for very good breakfasts.” So today, seven years later but also on the first of May, we did actually have breakfast at the cafe in Prince Alfred Street.
The above link is to a real lot of fantastic images to what is available at the Berry Sourdough Cafe!!
“QUALITY FIRST: Artisan baker Jelle Hilkemeijer of Berry Sourdough Cafe says small bakeries enjoy strong loyalty from customers.”
And now here is the link to another post Peter wrote seven years ago about our outing on the first of May:
This blog he started with these words:
“Early in the morning we heard a song about the Hampden Bridge and we thought why not go there today? It seems to be the right thing to do. First of May is not a holiday in Australia. But what the heck, our life is a constant holiday and we can go to the Kangaroo Valley, that is where the bridge is, any time we want. So off we went. The Illawarra is a beautiful part of NSW and we are proud to live here. . . . “
Today we passed Hampden Bridge again, but did not stop there but drove on to the village of Kangaroo Valley.