People Cry, Mobsters Thrive, Rinse and Repeat

I don't like any of it.

Now it’s Nagorno-Karabakh. Again. It is very sad.

Time passes, big empire mobsters come and go, they play with the leaders of smaller nations, they seduce them, elevate them, betray them  and destroy them, and the people on the ground cry as they pay the price for all this high-end intrigue. And it just keeps happening. And it is so stupid, so unnecessary, so destructive, it causes so much suffering, destroys communities, breaks families and people’s hearts… and it keeps happening, and I have to watch it happening because there is nothing I can do about the biggest mobsters of the world.  That’s just factual. I can do my part—and I am trying to do it well—but the biggest mobsters are not in my jurisdiction, and they are in control of the wars they start (or encourage) and geopolitical moves, and…  

Like, there is no way Azerbaijan would have attacked if they didn’t know they had Russia’s support. I could be wrong but it just doesn’t make sense. And Russia, who was kind of supposed to side with Armenia, sided with Azerbaijan because, I think, the Armenian leaders had the wishful thinking (not thinking) that they could be flirting with the West at this moment in time (or ever), and Russia would be just fine with that.

So, in my subjective opinion, what happened was that the Armenian leaders tried to flirt with the West (while being seduced), and Russia said, “Oh yeah? Watch out,” and somebody talked to somebody, or got the wind, and Azerbaijan attacked, and of course the West doesn’t care about Armenia, either, so no one did anything, and here we are.  

If you read some of the mainstream Russian news websites today, Nagorno-Karabakh is barely even there (just a note about the murdered Russian peacekeeper). Here is RT video  from a couple of days ago reporting about protests in Yerevan. What caught my eye, besides the utter tragedy of all this, is that the police uniforms seem to say “POLICE” in English for some reason. Why? I don’t know.  

A semblance of analysis

I usually don’t do geopolitical analysis because, though my direct experience, I realized at one point in life that the causes of most problems in the world (personal and national) are philosophical and spiritual first and foremost, then everything else. Which means that the solutions must be philosophical and spiritual as well, first and foremost, and then from that foundation, everything else. So I am far more excited about philosophy than I am about geopolitics or many other things but here is a glimpse of what I think about geopolitics in my own head.

The dark, shady mobster characters who own the United States are in competition with the dark, shady mobster characters who own Russia.  The standoff is big. The owners of the U.S. are very keen on getting rid of the current owners of Russia so that they can take possession of everything that Russia has, and they most certainly feel entitled to it like any colonizing mind usually does. To them, “Russia” is no different from “Africa,” and they are annoyed that the Russian mobsters are not letting go.

The owners of the U.S. are stronger than the owners of Russia (look, there are plenty of military bases around the Russian borders, but there are no Russian military bases around the American borders; case closed). The Russian mobsters, while weaker than the American mobsters, aren’t weak, and they are desperate because their whole power structure is at stake. Like, everything. So they fight like desperate people fight.

The western mobsters want Russia and everything around it to be a colony. They seek to do proper color revolutions, weaken the country completely, install their own leader or, even better, make several countries and install their leaders everywhere, and have their way with the land and the oil.

I recently realized that the whole talk about moving away from oil (wink, wink) could very well be a ploy to weaken Russia as Russia greatly depends on oil money, and taking oil off the market temporarily would starve Russia dry. If the western mobsters took ownership of Russia, I believe they would say that they figured out how to make oil green, and move back to oil (but not before they have fully pocketed the money they could possible pocket from  any  “renewables,” and they would certainly not go back on carbon capture pipelines everywhere in the world, the scam must go on, etc.)

Going back in time, the Bolshevik revolution was a half-way successful attempt to create a colony out of all this massive land, a colony where the government fully controlled the “planned” economy and distributed the funding for large development projects, and the Western powers controlled the Soviet government and got to be “hired” to do all those projects at a profit to themselves (see Sutton). It kind of started out this way, and the western corporations did a lot of initial “industrial development” in the USSR, but then you know, human beings, egos, hunger for power, the Soviet leaders stopped being tame at one point, and mobsters played with each other, tried to destroy each other, World War II happened, millions of people died, the mobsters didn’t care. It’s all cannon meat to them.

So.

The western mobsters are pissed off that the Russian mobsters have the nerve to sit on all those resources and land and use them for their own enrichment without handing them over to the owners of the West.  The Russian mobsters probably feel the same way about their western competitors but Russia is a lot to handle as is, and in any case, the Russian mobsters aren’t influential enough to go ahead and establish military bases too close to the United States or to convince Canada or Mexico to “defect.”

The most disgusting and the most cynical part is that not the western mobsters and not the Russian mobsters care about any regular people, not in their land and not abroad.

Not.

One.

Bit.

The people have families, cultural legacy, communities in pain—and the mobsters are in search of  power highs. To them, the people just happen to be down there somewhere as an attribute  of the land and maybe useful work force, with their petty and entirely unworthy worries and desires, like ants.

All of this is wrong, and sad, and contemptuous, and yet…

And yet we have to live, and do our best, and grow, and love, and breathe, and be patient, and fight for ourselves, and feel joy.

And then one day, the monsters will self-combust.

All of them.

And then when the new ones try to scam, we’ll be smarter.

That day will come.

I want to end this story with the music by my dear friend, Anaïs Tekerian, and may there be peace and justice for all of us.

We Are Our Mountains Monument, Artsakh (Nagorno-Karabakh)

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