A mother is not destroyed only by herself or the man she is with, but also by the system in which she lives.
My mother carried me in her arms and tried to leave a very abusive relationship. Alone. The dirty extended family took me from her arms and pushed her out from the house where she was treated like a slave — and she died like a slave.
My mom was a doctor. A good doctor. But she was put down by a dirty socialist and communist system, and by a narcissistic psychopath husband protected by that system. She died alone, part of his dirty games and abuses.
Millions of mothers around the world live this life inside broken systems controlled by dirty actors.
And they learn to live like this: With nothing. Deserving nothing. Because that is what THE SYSTEM taught them.
“Be obedient! Or we don’t need you. We decide who you are — not you. It is a man’s world and women obeying them, not a world where men and women stand together.”
And when a system destroys a mother, it teaches her children obedience — not freedom.
Mothers must stay free and independent: their work, their lives, their children.
Without a decent job, a mother opens her fridge and has NOTHING to give her children to eat.
These are basic needs. Bad systems keep people trapped in basic survival and teach their children limitation instead of freedom.
Not freedom.
Have you ever lived in a FREE country?
Where your life depends on you and your work? Where you do not need to please anyone just to live and work normally?
My mother was a doctor. She could have lived independent and free. She deserved that life.
But a bad man and a dirty communist system protecting dirty values destroyed her step by step. Enslaved her. Took away her freedom.
My mom died on her bed asking for help, with all the phone lines cut. Asking for help from the same dirty family that destroyed her first and abandoned her when she became a burden.
That is what socialist communist systems do: No freedom. No good jobs. No self-sufficiency. Only obedience.
This Mother’s Day, if you live in a unfree country, go hug your mother.
Because you may never fully understand the HELL and EVIL she may go through every single day just to keep you alive and protect the hope that one day you will all be FREE.
Love you, Mom.
I am sorry I could not save you.
The same system that kept you down kept me down too. But I promise you: I will never stay inside a system that keeps mothers on their knees.
Love to all the mothers who alone know what they go through to keep their children normal, safe, and free.
Physical recovery is not easy, and finding the strength to write while healing is even harder. But today, something small happened that pushed me back to words.
I baked.
I crossed a line in my family—the keto line. Not because keto is a trend or a way to look slim or fashionable. In my family, keto is about health. About stability. About prevention. About being strong enough so your children don’t have to be afraid for you.
But when you are physically broken, trapped in a place you never wanted to be, doing work you never chose, surrounded by rejection, control, abuse, and corruption—health becomes the last thing on your mind.
“I want a mom healthy so I don’t have to be afraid for her.”
That sentence hit me hard. It felt like a cruel summary of what this country can offer to people like me.
I was rejected by the place that was supposed to be my home. Destroyed by their corruption. Broken more deeply than my leg ever was.
Broken profession.
Broken soul.
Broken family.
Broken dreams.
Broken—because I am in the wrong place, with the wrong people, under a mentality that destroys anyone it cannot control. Mocking. Manipulating. Crushing independence. This is something many people do not understand.
Socialism breaks people who want to live free.
And this is where both the American left and right fail to see the full picture.
Socialism is not flower power. It is not equality. It is dependency.
You cannot live a healthy life, eat real food, raise strong children, and maintain dignity under a system that denies job stability, fair pay, and basic needs—only to offer government survival at the lowest possible level.
Low income.
High corruption.
A powerful 1% living well while everyone else struggles to survive.
This is socialism.
People don’t thrive—they endure.
In the United States, if you are a nurse and you want to work, you can work. Your paycheck can support your family. Your education means something.
In a socialist system, the system decides your value before you even begin.
Let’s talk reality.
A VA ICU RN in Minneapolis earns around $40–45/hour, plus benefits.
That’s about $1,500 per week, $6,000 per month gross.
Stability. Healthcare. Dignity.
In a socialist country, you will never have that—unless you become one of “them.”
That difference is called freedom.
Freedom is not luxury.
Freedom is basic needs met through your own work.
When you can’t even afford healthy food for your child, when your child is afraid for your health, freedom is already gone.
I don’t eat keto anymore.
I don’t even meet my basic needs.
Not because I am not a very good nurse—but because in this socialist system, an American nurse like me was never good enough by their standards.
Trump is right about one thing: U.S. freedom must be defended.
But defending freedom with hate, chaos, and violence destroys the very thing you claim to protect.
Money and power can always buy people willing to do anything.
So why was a VA RN out filming?
Because nurses understand freedom differently.
A nurse values life.
A nurse de-escalates.
A nurse protects.
Yes, both nurses and ICE agents may love this country.
Yes, both earn money.
Yes, both train hard.
But only one profession is built—at its core—on saving lives.
It was a long day in a city weighed down by poverty and traces of so-called “socialist” values.
A place where people have abandoned good, honest principles in favor of twisted, dirty, and unreal ideals that they proudly label as “socialist.”
And perhaps it would be better if these ideals were actually socialist!
But they’re not. Instead, they’re a mix of oppressive rules, broken practices, hopelessness, lies, and a total lack of freedom.
And the people lie!
They wear their “socialist” masks and deceive, pretending to fit the society demands. Liars!
I had a long discussion with a young immigrant woman working for a state organization.
I asked her about my options to solve a problem.
What surprised me wasn’t that she didn’t know the answers—what shocked me was her honesty.
She told me the truth:
“Even if I knew your options, and even if I shared them with you, under socialism, choosing between options is not your freedom and not your right.
Someone else will make that choice for you.
Take this headquarters number, call them, and talk to them—softly, kindly, persuasively. If they decide to tell you one or two options, and if they favor you enough to grant you one of them, accept it.
Because in socialism, you’ll never get more.
You’re not in charge of your life; the state is.”
“But it’s my life,” I protested.
She laughed and replied, “You’ve forgotten where you are.”
I laughed back and said, “Don’t worry—TRUMP IS COMING! Just 12 more days!”
She chuckled, dropping her stiff professionalism for a moment. She admitted she felt the same. “Socialism, she said, takes freedom from people and hands it to the state. ”
We laughed together, and I left.
Down the street, an immigrant store clerk I knew called out before I even got close.
“Hey, hey, hey! Do you know the latest political news?”
I laughed hard. Hearing the same enthusiasm from another immigrant was yet another confirmation: people are fed up with twisted “socialist” values and this miserable way of life.
The bus drivers, though—they’re a different breed.
They’ve seen it all: the stories, the people, the poverty. On my bus ride, I noticed a meth pipe lying on the floor, near a young man who was completely lost.
It’s a scene that perfectly sums up this wicked socialism.
At my corner store, I saw a boy who was short 20 cents to buy his mom a birthday card. The clerk refused to sell it to him.
I stared at her, so close to slapping her face. Stupid human being—THIS is socialism!
I paid the 20 cents for him.
And let me tell you this: I REFUSE to share anything with anyone who forces me under their wicked, dirty “socialist” values.
Whether it’s family, cliques, criminal organizations, or their corrupt systems, I won’t do it.
If you overstep my PERSONAL boundaries, you’ll face the consequences of your manipulative, psychopathic behaviors.
But I WILL share with those who ask for nothing, those who endure their lives with dignity even when this corrupted state has stripped them of it.
They have no one else.
So, now, go and support Trump and pray for him to save this dirty country from the mess these socialists have made.
And next time you see a boy trying to buy a birthday card for his mom but missing 20 cents—support him!
That’s humanity, you dirty, criminal “socialists.”
If you truly care about the US, you must think objectively and rationally. Only unbiased and unemotional thinking will help Americans make informed decisions to preserve the country.
The US currently faces two radical choices: one is to move towards a form of socialism that could undermine freedom, capitalism, and American self-determination while promoting leftist values. The other is to embrace radical capitalism, which may come with heightened right-wing patriotism and extremism but will ensure the protection of freedom and self-determination.
Right now, the focus is not on the US’s global power; that will follow as an indirect consequence. The critical issue is the tipping point for US freedom. Will the US shift towards a controlled socialism, or will it remain capitalist and free?
Americans need to consider the extremes: being overpowered by a controlling government with restricted freedoms, or being subject to intense patriotic extremism but with freedom safeguarded.
Based on American values, people will need to choose the lesser of two evils.
Those who have experienced socialism or communism often say that the lack of freedom and hope is worse than any form of patriotic extremism.
Others neither realize that they are controlled, “Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness”
Did Emily suffer under a socialist system with dirty tactics and corrupted government surveillance, or was she a victim of a form of patriotic extremism embedded in organized crime networks? She may never know.
GOD is money in the US faith! And a toe up is the faith in the Brits mentality!
The US was built on money and is centered around it. Politics, businesses, charity, education, healthcare, and even people’s mentality are all based on money. Money comes before anything else, with no ethics involved initially. Laws were later introduced, primarily to protect the money and how it is made. American laws prioritize the protection of money first and foremost.
In contrast, socialist countries “GOD” is socialism. They were built on and revolve around COMMUNITY, equality, equity and poorness. Politics, businesses, charity, education, healthcare, and people’s lives are based on the needs of society.
So, don’t be surprised if you hear, “The society doesn’t need you; you are a burden.”
Or THE SOCIETY will guide your life path! Hell no! You society is SOCIALIST!
But your ELITES are CAPITALISTS! Dirty combination EVER!
Society in socialism comes before anything else, with no individual ethics involved.
Later on, laws were introduced to protect socialism, not its people. Socialist laws prioritize the protection of society first.
In both systems, the individual doesn’t matter.
What capitalism brings is the freedom to at least try to become individually self sufficient, rich and powerful.
In socialism instead, you could become a political socialist organized crime leader, rich and powerful, by doing dirty business behind “social” values OR instead you will learn to pray to GOD in your misery .
FREEDOM and richness is for THE ELITES by birth!
It’s your choice. What will you choose?
A raised toe pulls up by an elite class, to make the socks slide harder?
Or to beg, obey, and bow your head for your individual freedom and rights.
Now, go vote! Today is my dead mother’s birthday! DO NOT disappoint her!
I stepped inside my home and my CPTSD came back. The psychopath and its organized crime network, the dirty intelligence games on all sides, people poor, lack of freedom, control, and communism.
I was 18 years old when I read an old book typewritten illegally on a cheap paper format and manually sewn book, “Jurnalul fericirii” by Nicolae Steinhardt.
And I learned word by word these pages. Because these pages kept me alive when I refused to stay alive in any dirty and lack of freedom societies or circumstances.
Because YOUR LIFE matter, and you must stay alive.
Steinhardt was one of my mentors, my parents, my grounding when a psychopathic alienated and dogmatic society aimed to annihilate my personality and restructure my identity if I will oppose its ideology and entitlment.
I will share with you THE PAGES, that every time saved my life and keeps me going!
I hope it will help you too, as much as it helps me in the last 40 years! You keep GOD genuine in your heart and let go of anything else. YOU MUST SURVIVE!
To save your life and soul in a place without freedom is all that matters and is AT FIRST!
Nicolae Steinhardt Jurnalul fericirii / Journal of Happiness The Solutions – Political Testament
To emerge from a concentration camp universe – and it doesn’t necessarily have to be a camp, a prison, or another form of incarceration; the theory applies to any type of totalitarian product – there are (mystical) solutions.
We won’t discuss this further, as it is a consequence of selective grace by essence.
The three solutions we refer to are strictly worldly, practical in nature, and appear accessible to anyone.
In “The First Circle”, Alexander Isaievich briefly mentions it, returning to it in Volume I of “The Gulag Archipelago”. It consists, for anyone crossing the threshold of the Security or any other similar investigative body, in firmly saying to oneself: “At this moment, I am really dead. It is allowed to console oneself: it’s a pity for my youth or woe to my old age, my wife, my children, myself, my talent or my possessions, my power, my beloved, the wines I will never drink, the books I will never read, the walks I will never take, the music I will never listen to, etc. etc. etc. But something is certain and irreparable: from now on, I am a dead man.”
If one thinks thus, resolutely, he is saved. Nothing more can be done to him. He cannot be threatened, blackmailed, deceived, or tempted anymore.
Since he considers himself dead, nothing frightens him, entices him, attracts him, or seduces him. He cannot be baited anymore. Because he no longer hopes, because he has left the world, he no longer desires, holds on to, or regains anything, no longer keeps or sells his soul, peace, honor. There is no longer a currency in which the price of betrayal can be paid. However, it is required, of course, that the decision be firm, final. You declare yourself deceased, you accept the permission of death, you abolish any hope. You can regret it, like Madame d’Houdetot, you can regret it, but this moral and anticipatory suicide never fails. The risk of yielding, consenting to denunciation, or fantasizing about recognition has completely disappeared.
The second solution: Zinoviev’s It is the one found by one of the characters in the book “The Yawning Heights.” The character is a young man, presented under the allegorical nickname Zurbagiul. The solution lies in total non-adaptation to the system. Zurbagiul has no stable domicile, no proper documents, is not in the field of work; he is a vagabond, a parasite, a freeloader, and a hobo. He lives from day to day, from whatever he gets, from whatever happens, from whatever. He is dressed in rags. He works haphazardly, sometimes, when and if the opportunity arises. He spends most of his time in prisons or labor camps, sleeps wherever he can. He wanders. For nothing in the world does he enter the system, not even the most insignificant, sinful, or unengaging job. He does not even become a swineherd, not following the example of the hero of a novella by Arthur Schnitzler: that one, obsessed with the fear of responsibility, ends up as a swineherd. NO, Zurbagiul has projected himself (in existentialist style) once and for all as a permanent shelter, a ragged goat, a begging Buddhist monk, a madman for (in) freedom. Such a person, on the margins of society, is also immune: they cannot exert pressure on him, take anything from him, or offer him anything. They can always lock him up, harass him, despise him, ridicule him: but they lose. Once and for all, he has agreed to live his life according to the example and model of a perpetual night shelter. From poverty, distrust, non-seriousness, he has carved out a creed; he resembles a wild animal, a scavenger, a highwayman. He is Ferrante Palla of Stendhal. He is Zacharias Lichter of Matei Calinescu. He is a layman jurodivy, an unwavering traveler (and Wotan descending to this earth, what name may he bear? Der Wanderer), a wandering Jew.
And he’s got a mouth on him, he talks his head off, gives voice to the most dangerous anecdotes, knows no respect, takes everything lightly, says whatever comes to mind, speaks truths that others dare not whisper. He is the child from the tale of the naked king, by Andersen. He is King Lear’s jester. He is the wolf from the bold fable of La Fontaine: he has no idea about a collar. He is free, free, free.
It boils down to this: in the presence of tyranny, oppression, misery, misfortune, calamity, danger, not only do you not give up, but on the contrary, you develop an insane desire to live and fight. In March 1939, Churchill told Martha Bibescu: “There will be war. The British Empire will be pulverized. Death awaits us all. And I feel like I’m twenty years younger.”
The worse things get, the more immense the difficulties, the harder you are hit, the more surrounded or subjected to attacks you are, the less likely you see any probabilistic and rational hope, the more intense, viscous, and inextricable the gray, darkness, and sludge become, the more direct the danger, the more eager you are to fight and experience an (increasing) feeling of inexplicable and overwhelming euphoria.
You are assaulted from all sides, with infinitely stronger forces than yours: you fight. You are defeated: you defy them. You are lost: you attack. (That’s how Churchill spoke in 1940).
You laugh, you sharpen your teeth and your knife, you grow younger. Happiness tickles you, the unspeakable joy of hitting back, even if much less so. Not only do you not despair, not declare yourself defeated and overcome, but you also fully enjoy the joy of resistance, of opposition, and you experience a sensation of furious, demented joy.
This solution, of course, presupposes exceptional character strength, a military conception of life, a formidable moral tenacity of the body, a will of noble steel, and an adamantine spiritual health.
It probably also requires a sporting spirit: to enjoy the battle itself – the brawl – more than success. It is also salutary and absolute because it is based on a paradox: as they hit you harder and cause you more harm and impose increasingly unjust sufferings on you, trapping you in places more without exit, you rejoice more intensely. You strengthen yourself, you grow younger! Churchill’s solution is identified with Vladimir Bukovsky’s solution.
Bukovsky recounts that when he received his first summons to the KGB headquarters, he couldn’t close an eye all night. Naturally, the reader of his memoirs will say that it couldn’t have been otherwise, that’s only natural; uncertainty, fear, emotion.
But Bukovsky continues: “I couldn’t sleep out of impatience. I could hardly wait for the day to come, to be in front of them, to tell them everything I think about them, and to penetrate them like a tank. I couldn’t imagine greater happiness. That’s why he didn’t sleep: not out of fear, worry, or emotion. But out of impatience to shout the truth in their faces and to penetrate them like a tank!”
No more extraordinary words have ever been spoken or written in the world. And I wonder – I don’t claim it’s as I say, not at all, I just wonder, I can’t help but wonder – if perhaps this universe, with all its swarms of galaxies each containing thousands or millions of galaxies each with billions of stars and at least a few billion planets around these stars, if perhaps all these spaces, distances, and spheres measured in light-years, parsecs, and billions of thousands of miles, all this worminess of matter, stars, comets, satellites, pulsars, quasars, black holes, cosmic dust, meteors, I don’t know what else, all the eras, all the eons, all the times and all the space-time continua and all the Newtonian or relativistic astrophysics came into being and exist only so that these words of Bukovsky could be expressed.
Conclusion All three solutions are certain and without error.
Other solutions to emerge from a boundary situation, from a concentration camp universe, from the nets of a Kafkaesque process, from a domino game, labyrinth, or interrogation room, from fear and panic, from any rat race, from any phenomenal nightmare I do not know to exist. Only these three.
However, any one of them is good, sufficient, and liberating.
Take heed: Solzhenitsyn, Zinoviev, Churchill, Bukovsky.
Consented, assumed, anticipated, provoked death; indifference and audacity; courage accompanied by insane joy. You are free to choose.
But you should realize that – speaking worldly, humanly – it is very doubtful that you will find another way to face the iron circle – which is largely also chalk (see Camus’ State of Siege: the foundation of dictatorship is a phantasm: fear) – other than these.
You may protest, perhaps, considering that the solutions imply a form of life equivalent to death, or worse than death, or involving the risk of physical death at any moment. That’s true.
Are you surprised? Because you haven’t read Igor Shafarevich yet, because you still haven’t found out that totalitarianism is not so much the consolidation of an economic, biological, or social theory as it is mainly the manifestation of an attraction to death. And the secret of those who cannot fit into the totalitarian pit is simple: they love life, not death. But who, Alone, has conquered death? He who trampled death underfoot.
It is an American Coffee Store. It is 100% American coffee. If you ever go to the US, stop a little and drink coffee from their store.
I learned to drink their coffee in the US. Between the long working hours of a registered nurse alone in the US, coffee became THE freedom! And the addiction too. The only addiction is to be free, speak freely, and be in charge of your own life.
But God, or THE EVIL and all his hell too, stay there, and don’t let you be.
WELCOME TO THE SOCIALIST WORLD OF coffee, where neither US coffee could be YOUR coffee. “We will fix your coffee for you!” LOL
No, in socialism, coffee is a socialist business not an AMERICAN one, and “the socialists” will decide how you like your coffee.
And “they” will persuade you and manipulate you enough that you either give up and leave the Hell or “they,” the socialists, will take control of your life.
And many socialist acceptable chances are: work for organized crime networks, be part of organized crime networks, marry with a crazy one part of organized crime networks, please someone from organized crime networks, and we can keep on.
Or give up and let the “socialism” mess with you!
Socialism doesn’t like or want YOU for YOU!. Because YOU are NOT enough!
In socialism, you will never be enough! And will never be enough if you don’t follow “their way,” a stupid, biased, and double-standard socialist way.
A US Registered Nurse bank account in SOCIALISM value 0.1 cents!
It is your SOCIALIST VALUE!
And socialism doesn’t like or want you!
Because you are not enough!
In socialism, you will never be enough! And it will never be enough if you don’t follow “their way,” a stupid, biased, and double-standard socialist way. SOCIALIST PROUDNESS! ;)
But you have your coffee pennies. LOL.
Between giving up and drinking coffee, coffee is better.
Let’s drink American coffee with the SOCIALIST taste, lol!
Well, well, easy! We live in socialism!
Socialism is not the US!
But your coffee will be a SOCIALIST one, persuaded a little, manipulated a little, “you have already milk and already sugar, and everything was done already, by “us.”.
Persuasion IS NOT AMERICAN! Guess where it is from?
May be I don’t need your help and not your way! May be I had enough of your messed-up, dirty, corrupted perssuated socialism.
“You are not enough RN for the socialism.”. “Your coffee was already done for you.” “It’s better to eat less.” “We will tell you what to do, where to do it, with whom to do it, and how long to do it.”
And if you miss one of them, you are a socialist hater!
Who refuses to see “the beauty” in craziness and socialist control!?
90% of these people are crazy, manipulated, and poor!
I looked at her sadly and said, “Sorry, but i prefer to fix my coffee by myself!” She looks stupid at me!
She dosen’t know what FREEDOM IS! She was born, grew up poor, lived poor, educated socialist and poor, and begging for SOCIALISM.
In a world where the meaning of right and wrong is kept confused into bias and subjectivity, navigating through life can feel like stumbling blindly through the HELL itself.
When i read this job post and looked at its qualifications request, i realized the mess:
“An equivalent combination of education, training and experience relevant to the level of work” .
Sounds fair on the surface, but look more into it and you’ll find more meanings and shifting standards.
We’re told and made believe that qualifications and experience matter, that we must to be PROFESSIONAL but the reality beneath the surface is that THE BIASES and always-changed norms, values and policies, the subjectivity are the ones who sign the papers.
Did you have training in PERSUASION techniques? You do NOT need to be professional! You must be a PERSUASIVE and a manipulator! Persuasion = Professional!
Welcome to HELL where clarity is a mirage, stability an illusion, and rules are as capricious as the wind.
This is the domain where “Personalization” reigns supreme, not based on any guidelines, but rather on the whims of those in power. “Personalization” is just a fancy word for favoritism.
In this Hellish landscape, you are not an individual, but merely a pawn in the game where the only thing that matters is the perpetuation of chaos and control.
Behind every sweet smile lies the potential for manipulation and destruction, as these persuasive life trained tongues spin webs of deceit to capture the unsuspecting.
How wrong my mama was when she warned of bad people and bad places!
Little did she know that the TRUE HELL lies hidden behind the facades of paradise.
In HELL, freedom is but a distant memory, and free will is an illusion.
The choices we make are not our own but dictated by the puppet masters pulling the strings from the shadows.
Did you ever see or know THE SHADOWS? I do! Many, too many of them!
Better to be in the darkness of dangerous places, where at least the truth yells at you, looks wild and behave wild but you are aware of this wildness, than to be sneaky captured into the shiny cage of false promises and sweet lies. And biases!
Hundreds, thousands, hundreds-thousands of biases and subjectivism.
This is the warning, dear traveler, walk carefully in this duplicitar world.
For behind every shiny facade lies the potential for damnation, and only those who see through the veil of deception can hope to escape the grasp of HELL, unharmed.
