Putin’s obviously “cheek in tongue” comment was used by the media as proof of the truthfulness of their impression of Biden’s disastrous trip abroad. Anyone with a modicum of common sense would have to admit that if these exact words had been expressed about Trump, our shameful partisan press would have characterized them as proof positive of Putin’s opinion of him as his “lapdog”. As Devine explains, in China’s and Russian culture “flattery is viewed as a potential prelude to hubris”. What Putin got out of the much-anticipated forum was confirmation of Biden’s weakness and even loss of acuity. Just watching the non-verbal behavior of Putin’s looks while Biden was refreshing his prepared remarks looking at his cards told the story. Also, let us remember that Putin’s greatest need that of “controlling Europe by their dependency on Russian oil”, stopped by Trump, had already been granted by our present President. I would guess that after the meeting Putin began dancing the khorovod! But, it is a fact of life that sooner or later reality sets in and makes us look back at our behavior. To use an example of wasted energy, I look back at a family memory, names not mentioned. In Cuba, we had young men that chose frequented buildings like restaurants and offices called “parqueadores”, which would park and retrieve your car for tips. In Habana, there was a well-known office building occupied by prominent attorneys. As part of Cuban’s personality traits, these young men became like family. One of the Law partners had a son just graduated from law school. To give him some experience he assigned to him a charge made to the building’s “parqueador” of possession of marihuana cigarettes. The young man based his argument on the character of the accused. Unknown to him, his father (being more safe than sorry) called his friend the Judge to alert him about his son. The defense kept bringing prominent witnesses from the building that spoke of the accused as a hard-working, honest young man, etc. After half a dozen witnesses and more to come, the Judge called the young lawyer and whispered, “I already talked to your father and will free the accused, but if you continue I will also be obliged to give him a Medal of Honor”. Our media and their “useful fools” acolytes will soon experience the same reality testing as in my described anecdote.
“You need to be very careful when working with him so as not to miss something. He himself does not miss a thing, I assure you, and this was absolutely clear to me. “He is focused, he knows what he wants to achieve and does it very skillfully, and you can instantly sense it.” Putin did not once crack a smile as he waxed lyrical about Biden’s cognitive skills last week, but he was having a lot of fun all the same, as became clear when he made what at first appeared to be a baffling reference to White House press secretary Jen Psaki, who was not present at talks between the two leaders and was irrelevant to proceedings. “So what that [Biden] sometimes confuses things,” Putin said. “His press secretary is a young, educated, beautiful woman — she herself constantly confuses things. Miranda Devine, NYPost.
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Tracking The Biden Administration
Yesterday President Biden signed into law, a new Holiday commonly known as Juneteenth. As described above, it celebrates the day in 1865 when soldiers implemented in Texas the end of slavery, which was the last resistance towards our 13th Amendment. Southern democrats continued their opposition towards blacks with the infamous Jim Crow laws, until the 1960s. I have seen some comments against this decision. We, in good faith can’t be critical of the new form of racism labeled critical race, which touts our country as being racist, even before it was a nation, and not be joyous about a step taken in the right direction. As far as my 85th birthday, I feel proud that the day of my birth June 19th, 1936 will forever be a Holiday representing a belief that I have held since early childhood. In 1868 in my country Cuba, my great grandfather hosted in his hacienda the group of patriots organizing, led by Carlos Manuel de Cespedes, the 10-year war towards our independence from Spain. Our first Constitution included the liberation of our slaves. I have tried to live all my years with a clear sense of the equality of humans, regardless of our natural differences as created by God. I can only describe my long life philosophy quoting Jefferson and MLK that all men are created equal, not identical, and should be judged by the content of their character not their differences, including skin color! My end will come sooner than later because it is the law of nature, but I will continue to live defending my ideals of individual liberty. Thanks to all that have wrote or called to wish me a Happy Birthday!
June 19, commonly known as Juneteenth, celebrates the emancipation of enslaved Black Americans. The Emancipation Proclamation took effect at the stroke of midnight on Jan. 1, 1863, legally freeing all enslaved people in the Confederate states. But it was not immediately implemented everywhere. In many Confederate areas, including the westernmost Confederate state of Texas, enslaved people were not freed until much later, after Congress passed the 13th Amendment in 1865. In Texas, freedom finally came on June 19, 1865. Roughly 2,000 Union troops arrived in Galveston Bay, announcing that enslaved Black Americans were free — and the day came to be known as Juneteenth by the newly freed people.
Una noche soñé que era pequeño, mi padre/chofer negro llamado Secundino me llevaba al colegio y a jugar al club. Mi “tata’ Nina me cuidaba mientas montaba bicicleta con mis amiguitos. En mi casa de la playa mi mama me ponía discos de Caruso, oíamos a los Tres Villalobos, Tamakun, los juegos de Almendares y el boxeo en la radio. Recuerdo muchas fiestas, las Nochebuenas familiares, los viajes conociendo el país, la tragedia de la muerte accidental de mi hermanito de 2 años y meses, yo con 12, con sus naturales momentos muy tristes, los amoríos con todas las niñas bellas que conocía, y mi gran amor a la familia, mis abuelos, tíos, primos, mis visitas y las suyas, y así crecí. Un buen día amanecí con la noticia que el orden establecido se interrumpía. Vino un golpe de estado y Batista asumió el poder. Mi tío, el político, tuvo reuniones, planeamientos de oposición, pero todo fue en balde. El orden de mi vida no sufrió muchos cambios. Se hablaba mal del Gobierno, se leían en los periódicos argumentos en contra de Batista y alabando a sus oponentes, pero en general la vida seguía igual. Mis estudios se interrumpieron pero no mis placeres. Mi adolescencia fue de fiestas, amores, estudios, carreras de caballos y una filosofía política de mi familia en contra del régimen, pero sin consecuencias. Visite y goce de los mejores cabarets, clubs, fiestas, pero también deambule por barrios más pobres y tome y baile con ellos. Nunca sufrí de robos, asaltos o insultos a mi persona, todo lo contrario me recibían con respeto, reconocimiento y hasta en muchos casos protección. Aprendí de mi familia que era nuestro deber el ayudar a los más desafortunados, mis padres pagaban colegio a muchos que no podían valerse, y viví con hermanos de crianza, que aunque de origen humilde, eran tratados como a mis hermanos y a mí. Todos nos alegramos con la llegada de los “barbudos”. Poco duro la alegría. Mi madre luchadora estudiantil en contra de la dictadura Machadista nos alerto. Muchos de mis amigos fueron presos, muchos fusilados gritando “viva Cristo Rey”. Mis padres decidieron que su moral y principios eran más importantes que sus propias vidas. Dejaron sus trabajos, retiros, posesiones, familiares, y recuerdos, para recibir y ofrecernos libertad. De momento desperté. Aprecie que mis sueños fueron realidad y que mis realidades eran sueños. Ni la Cuba de mis sueños ni mis sueños de Cuba serian jamás. Soy Norteamericano, acá me enamore para siempre, me case, tuve hijos y nietos, trabaje, triunfe y me retire. Existe un país llamado Cuba, es tan mío como pudiera ser Venezuela, Brasil o Méjico. Me preocupa como cualquier otro, pero no más. Opino del embargo, los viajes, las remesas, pero en realidad no me importa porque ya no es mi país, es distinto, no lo conozco ni me pertenece. En unos pocos días cumplo 85 años y veo con tristeza como este País, símbolo de libertad, esta con un rumbo muy parecido al que viví en Cuba. Temo por el futuro de mis hijos y nietos y poco puedo hacer! Y con perdón de Segismundo, es que la vida no es un sueño, pero los sueños, sueños son. La otra noche tuve un sueño y hoy desperté.
Soñé que volvía a amanecer, soñé con otoños ya lejanos. Mi luz se ha apagado, mi noche ha llegado; Y mis brazos vacíos se cerraban aferrándose a la nada, intentando detener mi juventud. Al fin hoy he vuelto a la verdad
Cartas Amarillas, Nino Bravo
When I write about anything related to my profession, I always clarify that I am doing it as a layman. It is part of our ethics to avoid giving a professional opinion on someone that we have not thoroughly examined. Regardless of that caveat, I am forced to opine on the contents of a lecture given by someone that practices my medical specialty. I have had in my 30 years of Psychiatry, clinical, academic, and administrative experience. Suffice it to say that I was able to navigate and succeed in the bureaucratic oceans that faced me in every endeavor. So based on my experience, I am more than qualified to render an opinion on Dr. Khilanani’s rant delivered as a lecture at Yale University. Regardless of our titles, we are all human beings and should be judged by equal parameters. The first step, in order to protect others, she should immediately have her license removed by the issuing State(s), and expelled from the American Psychiatry Society, plus any others she might belong to. Her “fantasy” of murdering “whites” is based, she claimed, because they are “demented, violent predators”. Treating and helping persons that suffer precisely these maladies is why Psychiatry exists. Not to expand in our MD’s oath of “do no harm”. Second step she should be taken, by force if necessary, to be examined by a Mental Health professional as she has signs of being a “threat to herself and others”. Just imagine the uproar if, after a mass murder, the perpetrator’s family had said that he/she had “fantasies about committing this act”. What should this case be different? After the examination, a Judge will decide if she has or not a mental illness or should be treated as any other potential risk. Does she know right from wrong, or does she have illnesses that caused an “irresistible force”, are the generally accepted basis for that judgment? Her defense of being taken out of context is as incoherent as her lecture. Time will tell, but in our present society, it will not surprise me if she is given a pass! After all, it has been a common and repeated mantra that all that is wrong with our country, real or imagined, has been caused by humans born with white-colored skin!
“I had fantasies of unloading a revolver into the head of any white person that got in my way, burying their body and wiping my bloody hands as I walked away relatively guiltless with a bounce in my step, like I did the world a favor,” she said, adding an expletive. Later in the lecture, Dr. Khilanani, who said she is of Indian descent, described the futility of trying to talk directly to white people about race, calling it a “waste of our breath.” “We are asking a demented, violent predator who thinks that they are a saint or a superhero to accept responsibility,” she said. “It ain’t going to happen. They have five holes in their brain.
Excerpts from Dr. Aruna Khilanani, NYC Psychiatrist