Today is Christmas, a true white Christmas. Actually, looking at the clock, that was yesterday. I've had this account for ages, but now on this silent and supposedly holy night, I suddenly have the urge to start blogging. I've been feeling very nostalgic lately and thinking back to last Christmas makes me feel a little dreamy and vicarious. Last year, I was facing all sorts of uncertainties involving school, career choices, and personal relationships. This year I graduated, have a full time job, and am involved with someone who makes me feel steady and warm. Yet somehow the uncertainties have not only persisted, but have mutated to doubts of greater capacity and persuasion, some of which I'm convinced, cannot be answered until my death. But! Here comes the epiphany of the holiday season, it's OK. It's all OK.
Time magazine named Vladamir Putin person of the year. His motto is stability over freedom. Every time I hear the word humanity, I envision a video clip of some war torn zone in the Middle East or some disease ridden village in Africa with a mellow contemporary pop tune strategically placed in the background. Who thinks of this cold, stoic, Stalin-like ex-KGB officer who has been accused of murdering journalists, poisoning opposing government officials, and turning Chechnya upside down for Russian sovereignty. Time's reason for naming him person of the year is that he injected a sense of pride back into the Russia, brought economic growth six years in a row, and is adored by the Russian public. Isn't that also a form of humanity? Pride, dignity, national identity? What is freedom compared to security, to food, to shelter, to peace? Maybe what they need is William Wallace with his cute plead skirt to ride in on a handsome horse, point his sword towards the heavens and yell FREEEDDOOM!!...In Russian of course.
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