EC 429/ 3 Smartass John
Eso A.B.
Smartass John and Crazy Jane
Scene 2 / First part of the Journey
Translated by © Eso A.B.

Synopsis: Smartass John begins a journey to the Old Witch’s Inn where the Midsummer ritual of ‘Community Reconstitution’ is about to take place. When he arrives, the celebrants are done with the orgiastic celebrations, but neglect to await the blessings of the Sun Goddess. The failure to await the Sun, turns the participants into consumers of pleasure. The Sun is outraged.

Choir:
Rozinante carried Smartass John
over mountains and valleys.
All day passed.
By the evening of tomorrow,
When the eve of Johns begins,
Rozinante began to limp,
and Smartass John does not
arrive at Old Ra-Zhanna’s Inn
on time.

The Poet:
The revels at the Old Witch’s Inn
went on without Smartass John.
All about him in the hills
burned the sacred fires of Johns night.
The fires were lit by proto-Estonians,
Proto-Latvians, Lithuanians, and Prussians
proto-everyone; all unglobalized
proto-European tribes
that lived in the wood.
Smartass John urged Rozinante
to step faster,
and himself climbed from the saddle
and went on foot.

Chorus:
By the time Smartass John and Rozinante
arrived at Old Ra-Zhanna’s Inn,
the eve of Johns had come to an end.
The horizon was bright.
The Sun was soon to rise.

The Poet:
Wherever Smartass John looked
everything evidenced the celebration
had been more than real.
Heavy snoring came from
God’s Own many Devils
and Old Ra-Zhanna’s own daughters.
They all had had a go at it.

Still, Smartass John was not surprised.
The Balts of old were known
for their merry making.
Sometimes they drank for three days straight,
Sometimes for two weeks without a break.
Everyone lay were they had fallen
as after an orgy of emotion
hat only too much beer and wine
can put to sleep.

But there was a problem:
tradition required that
all celebrants without exception
stay awake until the Sun
broke through the dawn’s early light.
The Sun had to give Her blessings
on the night’s proceedings.

Only the Old Witch Ra-Zhanna,
said to be the Sun’s granddaughter
was excused, because
following the revels
she always knew to disappear—
no one knew where.

Rumor had it that
if the Sun was not met
by all and sundry,
all Hell would break lose,
and the river Styx and all water wells
would overflow with fire.
and consume all sick souls.

Chorus (right):
In proto-Latvian times everyone knew
that Hell would come
if on the morn of sacred Johns
the Sun was not received.
If anyone was asleep,
Old Ra-Zhanna would mysteriously appear
and, no excuses accepted,
chop off his or her head.

Chorus (left):
Unfortunately on that sacred day
The Sun had been
carelessly forgot.
Perhaps this was because
Presidents elected by Parliament
had replaced kings of old.
Such presidents do not shy away
from becoming reactionaries
who support globalization
on behalf of the elites.

Sure of their God,
instituted by the Peace of Westphalia,
and the Supreme Court of America,
the revelers forgot God’s Own Devil
and the cellars
aflame below
the “Hotel Hell” he owns.

Wherever Smartass John looked,
all the inn’s guests slept
with their arms and legs hanging
over edges of tables and chairs.
Not a single one of Gods own Devils
had paid attention to tradition,
to the Sun, the Creatrix.

Chorus:
The nights of Johns and January
had been forgot.

Chorus (left):
All had come to believe
that warnings of hell to come
was something of a joke.

Of all of Ra-Zhannas daughters,
whom Fortuna,
the Goddess of Fate
had selected for brides
to the seven brothers,
only one was still awake.

This was Crazy Jane,
The daughter of
Old Mad Ra-Zhanna
and God’s Own Devil,
The Sun’s granddaughter.

All the other sisters
here stretched out wherever
beer or wine
had put them and their lovers
to sleep.

Chorus:
Why was Crazy Jane still awake?
Smartass John soon found out.
He discovered that while his brothers
had danced with her,
they had not got off their rocks with her,
and had, thus,
abandoned her.

The Poet:
Not least, while her six sisters
and the six brothers had
swung ever higher
(the swing on the branch
of the old oak in the yard
had creaked all night long)
Crazy Jane’s heart grew
ever more sore.

The heart of Crazy Jane,
as they say,
Had marinated in her own juices
for the entire night.
She was as sweet
as she was sour.

That is when Smartass John,
at last, came in
through the door of Ra-Zhanna’s Inn.

Crazy Jane:
How goes it, Sweetheart?

Smartass John:
My sweet apple,
I have never been better.
It’s only that right now
I am a little tired.

Crazy Jane:
I understand that, Smartass John.
I have a bed for you ready.
I know how to think ahead.

Smartass John:
Yes, Softspot.
If you are as crazy for nuts
as your praises praise you,
you surely know
that I do not wish to sleep alone.

Crazy Jane:
Sweetheart, let it not bother you.
You will not be alone.
When it comes to rocking,
I enjoy it as much as
if I were your twin.

Smartass John:
That’s marvelous.
Wait but one minute,
I must go and unsaddle Rozinante.
I left my poor mare
tied to the birch by the gate.

Chorus:
Smartass John released Rozinante
to go pluck oats.
Meanwhile, Crazy Jane,
fluffed up the straw filled mattress
and goose down pillows.

The Poet:
When Smartass John and Crazy Jane
both jumped into bed.
All hens in the chicken coop
and all the geese behind the fence
awakened and sang Halleluia.

Chorus:
“Gagaga-gā! Gagaga-gā! Honk! Honk!”.
Even some revelers,
who were believed to be sleeping,
awakened and marveled to see,
how the straw filled mattress
turned the straw into dust.

Chorus (left):
It’s is difficult to explain
how the sisters of Crazy Jane
Forgot to give praises
to Ra-Zhanna the Great.

For thousands of years the Balts,
herders of reindeer, wild pigs,
and gardeners of turnips,
had never before neglected
to await the Sun of Johns.

Crazy Jane, alone
kept the memory of Ra-Zhanna
her Grandmother alive.
For this reason,
while Smartass John slept,
she stood guard over him,
lest the Sun come strike him dead.

Chorus (right):
Smartass John had hardly
opened his eyes,
When Crazy Jane already
dragged him from the bed,
and when John resisted,
whispered into his ear:

Crazy Jane:
You surely must know, Smartass John,
how angry Ra-Zhanna my grandmother
will be to see
all the vimps and trauts snoring.
Hell itself will come
to collect pay.

Chorus (left):
Crazy Jane continued
to tell what was about to happen.
Smartass John’s eyes grew
ever wider and wider
as he heard such
universally familiar words:

Chorus:
“...heads will roll… blood will flow…”

Crazy Jane:
Listen, Smartass,
the only way you and your brothers
may escape certain death
is to dress your mare Rozinante
in by father’s,
God’s own Devil’s, boots,
and not forget
to take me with you.

Smartass John:
Darling Crazy Jane,
I will be more than happy
to sleep with you twice.

Chorus:
Crazy Jane was overjoyed.
Quickly, she found
additional presents
to present Smartass John with.

One such present
was a ring of gold.
The other was a silk handkerchief.
The third was two pair
of her father’s boots made
of the skin of a wild boar
that one spring had humped
a dozen sows in a row,
and still had not had enough.

Crazy Jane:
You must put the boots
on the hooves of Rozinante.
The mare will then fly
if we both sit on her back.

If you ever have any problems,
just put the ring into
the handkerchief
and start polishing it.
You will get a pleasant surprise.

The Poet:
Putting their arms about
each other’s waist,
Smartass John and Crazy Jane
then left Old Ra-Zhanna’s Inn
and went to climb Johns mountain.

To tell the truth,
Johns mountain was no more
than a mound of sunflowers
at the peak of which
in the courtyard of Ra-Zhanna’s Inn
sat the “Lesser Johns” pagan ansemble
and played leg-between-leg
waltzes all night long.

 

EC 428/ 2 Smartass John

© Eso A.B.

Smartass John and Crazy Jane

Scene 1: (Children of the Witch and God’s Own Devil)

Translated by © Eso A.B.

Synopsis: Smartass John announces to his six brothers that the time has come to join the annual ritual of ‘community reconstitution’ at the Old Witch’s Inn. The preparations are elaborate and begin with the raising of horses and the journey to the ritual site. Because the communal ties have already loosened, the six brothers of Smartass John leave him behind and, driven by erections caused by naked nature, ride off by themselves. Smartass John rides last, nevertheless, dreaming of the pleasures he is likely to enjoy when meeting Crazy Jane.
The Poet:

Once upon a time there lived

Smartass John. Smartass John

was so smart

that soon after he was born

he already knew to tell

his six elder brothers

not to marry before he was grown.

 

Because this telling seemed

unusual and possibly smart,

the brothers of Smartass John,

--all slow thinkers—

agreed to wait for him.

 

Many years passed.

At least twenty.

When time was done

Smartass John knew

that he was possessed

by a being of an ancient Balt,

whose name was God’s Own Devil.

 

One day God’s Own Devil,

who resided within Smartass John,

spoke to Smartass John thusly:

“Listen, Smartass,

I feel an erection coming on.

I believe the time has come

to go looking for brides for ourselves.”

 

Smartass John then went

to speak to his six brothers.

 

Smartass John:
“Brothers, day after tomorrow,

comes Midsummer’s Eve.

All Johns, whether Smartass or not,

will celebrate it.

God’s Own Devils

will be getting together with

the Witch’s seven daughters.

It has come to my ears

That there will be a brau-ha-ha

at the Witch’s Inn.

The “Lesser Johns”, a band of pagans

will play crazy waltzes.

Let us go and take the Witch’s daughters

and whittle them

until they become our brides.”.

 

Chorus (left):

In Latvian a witch is called

Ra-Zhanna.

Ra-Zhanna is called in English

Sun’s Crazy Jane.

 

Chorus (right and left):

Yes, yes! The Old Witch is,

innkeeper, mother, and Madam.

As the Irish poet* said

(so says also the Witch):
"For nothing can be sole or whole
that has not been rent."
The time of the whole is ripe for rending.

All Six Brothers:

“That’s very nice!

But we have no horses to get there.

How are we to come by the horses?”

 

Smartass John:

Do not worry, brothers.

That is no problem.

It’s nothing special!

Go catch me seven crickets.

I will fix the rest.

 

Chorus:

Smartass’ brothers left to catch crickets.

 

Chorus (left):

Because the brothers

lived not far from Jerusalem

which is by the sea,

they caught the crickets in the sand dunes.

They then put the crickets

into a sack and brought them,

and put at Smartass John’s feet.

 

Chorus (right):

Smartass John invited his brothers

to come with him to the beach.

 

The Poet:

When all seven brothers had come

to the Sea of Livonia,

Smartass John opened the sack

And shook all crickets into the sand

Just as the smallest of waves

came washing over them.

 

The crickets tried to escape

and jumped high,

but fell back into the sea

where shallow waves washed over them again.

When the crickets had stopped jumping,

Smartass John washed them clean

Of all sand.

 

All six brothers of Smartass John

stood with their mouths wide open.

“What a Smartass,” they spoke among themselves.

Their mouths opened even wider,

when the crickets

encased in a financial bubble

jumped up once more

and turned into seven horses.

 

The six brothers did not waste any time.

They picked their horses and rode off.

They left Smartass brother John

a mare called Rose.

The mare was the same,

which in days past had carried

God’s Own Devil John Don Quixote

Against many windmills.

 

The mare, also known as Rosinante,

seemed a little tired,

but when tested,

was sprightly.

 

Still, by the time Smartass John

was ready to ride,

His six brothers were already

halfway to Ra-Zhanna’s Inn.

Smartass John did not mind

the hurry of his brothers.

Even though God’s own Devil in his pants

Begged to rest on Crazy Jane’s thighs.

EC 427/ Smartass John

© Eso A.B.

Introduction

 

As those who stumble on these blogs know, by passing over them without comment, they confirm them as a writer’s public diary. This is why pareidolia is the primary mover of these blogs, which may make some readers upset, but yet others laugh. Needless to say, I take it for granted that not everyone makes the same associations or perceives the same synchronicities as I do.

 

As some claim: those who invent their own mythology are impaired to judge its quality. It is interesting, however, that when the mythmaker is more than one, we have the beginnings of a culture.

 

My tendency to paredolize has a number of sources.

 

One is the experience of war at an early age. The experience of war in childhood destroyed for me the credibility of the ‘modern’ world view. Pareidolia’s first effect was to turn me into a delinquent, that is to say, I saw no sense in the culture (particularly that of the West and U.S., the presumed victors of WW1&2) to which I was to come and which claimed to be a caring one. While I valued learning, I rejected learning for the sake of a profession, because I saw this as a form of personal defeat, a sucking into an enterprise that from my perspective deserved no commitment, and an effort to cause to join those who were culpable in the destruction of a humanity subject to its inner rather than a government deposited outer layer (chitin) of its nature.

 

Early delinquency and respect for literature (what did other intelligences make of our being infused in nature?—yes, I believe that intelligence extends beyond the brain), indeed, led me to attempts at reconstructing mythology. The first attempts were by way of surrealist poetry, which included attempts at translating Latvian folk poetry. These attempts, utter failures due to a lack of personal confidence and my extended (exile) community’s concerns for survival in a bombastic and disruptive ‘American’ culture, were accompanied by haphazard, yet somehow relevant reading, of material that included history, literature, myth, philosophy, religion, and art. Gradually, I arrived at the conclusion that all of so-called Western culture was built on a lie. It made and yet makes me feel as if I am walking on the surface of a mirror, which as it reflected the soles of my feet and crackes continually, kept whispering to me: You are walking over irrelevant depths.

 

The preceding blogs are something of a record of where the cracked mirror of relevant and irrelevant associations http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia#Explanations  has taken me.

 

The following blogs present the translation of a story that I wrote in Latvian. The story gives a superficial overview of what I believe to have been the culture of the Balts, which was destroyed when the violence of the West via the Franks of Byzantium and Westphalia] turned a culture of determined turnip eaters into hunters, who—as soldiers of fortune and collectors of the fur tax helped the Franks (Western Europeans, including Normans and Englishmen) introduce to the world our current culture based on cruelty and taxation. In effect, the culture of the Balts at the time still shied away from Western materialism and favored emotional commitment to a moral perspective. Its exposure to the cruel and nature denying fur tax most likely introduced by the Vikings, was relatively recent phenomenon and solicited resistance, because it appeared that it could be resisted and denied.

 

One of the costs that a destroyed culture and history (of the West as a whole, but my country of Latvia in particular) forced on its people to accept was demoralization and a mealy mouthed leadership, which continues to express itself through disinterest in its own history to this day. The resulting ignorance (Latvians call it ‘tumsonība’, darkened self) is manifest as a ‘chiting’ or ‘exoskeleton’ culture http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exoskeleton . This ‘culture’, that denies its own skeleton, may be seen in the pareidolic association of Lithuanians with the Poles during the end of times for the Balts in the region of Livonia in the 12^th century. While today the association is explained as circumstantial, it may in fact be so, because the Poles (and likely the Belarusians and Ukrainians) were, once upon a time, part of an extended Baltic culture. Marija Gimbutas (1921-94) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozaeuULrLjM , the well known Lithuanian archeologist at UCLA, hinted as much in her studies on the origin of the Balts http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurgan_hypothesis , though she did not venture to speculate why the Balts so readily succumbed, while their neighbors, the Slavs adapted to Western ways, internalized their resistance, which they aborted with such tragic consequences during the 1917 Bolshevik revolution.  While today the Balts blame the Slavs for their fate, this appears to be the less critical analysis of whence the aggressiveness. From this writer’s perspective, the greater agressors are the Vikings and their ruling dynasty, the Rurics (? Rovers), whose meat eating habits predisposed them to the exploitation of life by judging wildlife less worthy than itself, which made it easier for them to become killers. Surely the fur tax was a holocaust aimed against wild life that extended from Lisbon to Vladivostok to America to, in effect, everywhere. While untenable today, Western culture continues to exploit Nature, exemplified in our time by hardening the psyche of humankind against God or any other transcendent meaning of life.

 

To put it another way, I come from a contemporary culture as profound as the “Pop!” one hears when inadvertently one steps on one of the billions of snails that globalization and industrial polution (including warming) has inundated Eastern Europe with. While denial of the death of Latvia as a cultural entity is widespread (recently the denial has been reasserted through a pompous four volume history called “Latvians and Latvia”), the death is self-evident to anyone who wishes to take a pareidolic view and resists government sponsored analysis.

 

The story of “Smartass John and Crazy Jane”, put in the form of a play, and told (and sing-songed) by a chorus of voices, is based on a folk character known as Clever John (Gudrais Jānis). Since there is a bit of conceit about his character, I have named him ‘Smartass John’, even though anciently his name was likely ‘Dievelis’ (whence the English ‘Devil’), meaning “divine derivative of God” or the Son of the Sun (the Morning Star), yet humiliated and in more recent fairy-tales appearing as Tom Thumb or worse--Satan.

 

Smartass John interacts with Crazy Jane, a well known but also belittled (and now extinguished) character in European folk literature http://stevesilberman.com/celestial/yeats/crazy.html The elimination of Crazy Jane (last European author to take her seriously was the Irish poet

W.B. Yeats) from Europe may have followed the incineration of Joan of Arc http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/304220/Saint-Joan-of-Arc , a Crazy Jane from the point of view of Catholic (neo-Christian) religion embarked on globalization and banalization of culture through means of ‘just wars’ worldwide.

 

Since “Smartass John and Crazy Jane” is a long story, I visualize it as being told over a period of two Midsummer (Johns) days, the first day encompasing Scenes 1 through 8, the second day concluding the ritual tale of ‘community reconstitution’, Scenes 9 through 14.

 

Note to editors: As these blogs are written serially and not first and only then inserted in blogs, it often happens that not all the kinks when naming characters or creating tangents to story line are as clear as they ought to be. Sometimes, I return to the blog and make corrections, but for the most part, I leave the material remain as originally entered. If anyone becomes interested the material other than this writer, I leave it to the editor to make the necessary corrections, clarifications, and consultations.

 

EC 426/ God’s War
© Eso A.B.

Angst 3

The design for the future promoted by commercial interests of our time, despite continued projection of that design by way of slick technological images, and despite the projections of humankind as obsessed with consumption (and seeing America become a country of ‘fat’ people as a result), is, at last, being dashed against the shoals of reality.

The damage done to the mind through images and words projected by advertisers of the boutique industry, which gained popularity during the second half of the 20^th century, is gradually replaced by a more realistic word and image via the internet where auctions and ‘close out sales’ are popular and prevail. One of the values of watching the climb down of ‘progress’ and ‘high expectations’ to reality is that it offers a realistic view of Angst returning from a trip to the china shop, which is what the era of Industrial Revolution was all about.

Some of the ‘objects’ in the china shop are ‘stupid’ celebrities, who are so enamored with ‘making it’ that they either take nudies of themselves or let paparazzi do it, then when such fotos go public scream (being morally rectitudinal) that a crime has been perpetrated against their human rights. A spokespersons of no less ‘stupid’ Pirate Party http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pirate_Party sees fit to inverse what actually happened and defend stupid broads:  "[Günther Oettinger , the EU Commissioner] placed the moral blame for this crime squarely on the victims rather than the perpetrators," condemns one Pirate Party spokesperson. Does not the defender of stupidity not know that no program on the internet provides foolproof protection from prying eyes? Indeed, such protection is provided only by the wood if the Pirates had not cut it down to make masts for their ships and then go marauding around our planet to steal the wealth of the the common people.

This writer sees no ‘crime’ when a spade is called a spade. And if a return to sanity is a ‘crime’, then may God turn into the De-vil.

While Angst among the city-zenry in the West is working its effects pozitively, the 1990s collapse of the Soviet Union slowed down the process in the East. This is why the cityzens of post-Communist states, which were long exposed to unrealistic dreams, came to believe that ‘rape the earth’ mercantilism http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercantilism  was on the whole beneficial, copied inverted reality and became converts to fascism on a global scale.

We are witness to such fascism spreading in the Far East. As one Jack Ma, a Chinese oligarch and  founder of Alibaba recently put it: “If you’re poor at 35, you deserve it” http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2014-09-22/jack-ma-if-youre-poor-35-you-deserve-it , because you have no ‘ambition’. The ‘ugly American’ virus has infected any number of Chinese sheeple and there is no shortage of either Russian, Chinese, American, or European fascists who believe that going global will hide their criminal undertakings.

One reason why what is going on may be described as “God’s War” is that virtual reality created by the West over a period of a thousand years has destroyed a multi dimensional ‘natural’ humanity and has replaced it with a humanity of a restricted intelligence. Not surprisingly these virtually naked near dead believe that when sitting on the toilet they are engaged in an act of growing roots.

To return to the theme of earlier blogs: the world around us today is the result of the Establishment supporting the 11^th Commandement, which has been rewritten from “Thou shall not tax” to “Tax is God’s creation” and governments fully support such a smart God. While successfully repressed for a very long time, the impossibility of sustaining a world built on the dreams by leaders out of touch with reality and a real God, the edifice comes, at last, crashing down. The elitist leadership knows this by instinct if not conscious recognition. The 9/11 fiasco, abetted in by the leadership, tells of the extent of Angst among those responsible for building our unsustainable ‘civilization’. There must be some believable way to bring it down, no? It is no news that governments need actors, i.e., false witnesses to verify faked events https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yzog9yTRVNQ . We will be witnessing a miracle when the fake fails.

EC 425/ God’s War
© Eso A.B.

Angst 2

One of the symptoms of Angst is the ‘sheeple’, either adult population or students. That is to say that the learning provided students through books has been written by scholars who have bought into the false history governments peddle to anyone who will listen.  In the previous blog, I pointed out my concerns over the student led protests in the Chinese city of Hong Kong http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-china-29405889 . A look at the photographs of the demonstrators confirms that they represent a human species known as consumers of which ‘sheeple’ is a synonym.

Belatedly, some of the organizers of the student campaign for more ‘democracy’ and ‘freedom’ are taking note that freedom, encouraged by consumerism, unleashes a desire http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-china-29420802 for instant gratification. Such gratification, proves itself to be about as violent as the three hundred Plus years since 1648 which legalized Peace by deterrence.

We should know that peace through ‘deterrence’ means violence without 1. a declaration of war; and 2. ‘sovereigns’ which are major military powers need not declare war to engage in violence. Violence by undeclared war  leaves ‘sovereign’ governments (including small ones) to ‘float’ free from their roots and wage war against their own citizens (North Korea, for example) by declaring them ‘terrorists’ by government fiat (from Latin: ‘let it be’).

Most of the readers should be able to imagine the anxiety of Chinese government officials as they discuss the stupidity of the policies of  post-Mao ideologues and whether student ‘freedom fighters’ ought to be shot Tiananmen style, or should the madness of a consumer generation be quarantined (by blocking off of streets), declaring the protesters infected by the ebola virus, and letting death come as a result of natural causes such as starvation and thirst.

The current projections of Western Angst in Hong Kong, Kiev, and other places, is the result of the Westphalia Peace Treaty which denied religion and God a direct say in checking social behavior. By subjecting life to  ‘materialization’ as it were, a solely secular orientation destroyed Nature, both, as a teacher of limitations and a zone for naked life to retreat to from attacks by a reality become entirely virtual and subject to corporate CEO’s fancying themselves (such as the U.S. Vice President Dick Chainey) leaders of humankind.

We are living in a time when humankind has received the ‘bill of lading’ for the behavior (cargo and soul) of governments with no one with authority to checkmate them. We are just getting around to noting what ‘freedom’ sans spiritual conflict leads to. It is not only that it has caused the extinction of God and Nature http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-29418983 , but that it is engaged in the elimination of life itself. True, the executioners of life are suggesting they can replace real life creatures with ‘cyborgs’ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyborg . It is worth noting, that ‘cyborgs’ were first named more than a half a century ago, at which time they had already emerged as ghosts from the morgues to which life as the living dead is removed, and were recognized as cyborgs, zombies, the half dead, the living dead, etc.

No wonder that the Antichrist, once held (by orthodox theologians) to be the greatest of abominations, has begun to make appearances in the figure of the De-vel, which is a rename given Himself by none other than God. To those who are puzzled by such an inversion of God’s Self, imagine a rich man who has suffered bankrupcy, but is too old to hope to recover his material fortune. Under the circumstances, the rich old man has only one option left to him: He must play the lottery.

As we know, orthodox religions sneer at the lottery for a number of reasons, of which immorality is neither the last or least. But… if there is no other way to come into money. and, say, your name is Lenin. Well, you play the lottery. 

If Lenin’s number never wins, the winner is the orthodox Russian tsar; while if the lottery wins Lenin a prize of 90 million euros in the Euro Lottery, Lenin is in a position to put most of his political and economic theories into practice. The support that Lenin received from the disenfranchised Ludi living in the Russian Empire of the tsars, attests to the fact that  a majority of the 99% Ludi margianalized by the Tsar, were in support of trouble makers. In effect, God had chosen to become his mirror image, the  De-vel.

So, who is to say that the De-vel is not God and that He does not love God even if the Ukrainian fascists topple one of the largest statues of Lenin in Ukraine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnJuy2TIxs0 ?