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Explaining the Inexplicable

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When it comes to politics, nationalism, and economics, everyone, it seems, (including me) is seeking to explain “the Donald Trump…”, the “Bernie Sanders…”, “The Brexit … ” phenomena. And, when it comes to enigmas, I am the first to admit I am no Winston Churchill or Alan Turing – and not to offend Polish readers, I’m also not a Marian Rejewski, a Jerzy Rozycki, or Henry Zygalski…the cryptologists who initially cracked the  “uncrackable”  Enigma, the Nazi Code Machine.

If you will please bear with me for a few paragraphs or so, I am going to digress here, to tell you an ancient Armenian saga. And when I finish, I am quite certain, you will not need the political pundits or the cryptologists to explain the poppycock Donald Trump or the ground-roots popularity of Bernie. (Now that is what we call political bias, Mr. Mooradian).

Eons ago, while sharing his wine and lavash and cheese with me under the mulberry tree, the centenarian Armen Dye, whose role as groundskeeper and gardener and in-house philosopher at the famous Pioneers Palace in Yerevan, told me the following story. It went something like this:

…Once upon a time there was this not-to-wise farmer. His name was Ashot. Ashot had a donkey (ehshe) which he used to plow his field and carry his produce to market. Ashot usually fed and treated his loyal donkey well, and the donkey repaid his master, laboring without stubbornness or complaints, and you know how stubborn a mule can be.

However, one evening Ashot was distracted and forgot to feed the animal. The following day as he worked the field, the donkey, decided to stage a sit-down strike. The animal folded his legs, and slipped to the soil. Ashot immediately realized the injustice – he had not fed his loyal laborer and the ehshe (ass) had no other recourse but to halt production. The farmer promised, after pleading, even begging, that once they got back to the barn he “would take care of him”.

But once in the barn, Arshot became belligerent – “How dare this ass make demands of me – I am the boss here. He must obey me.” So he didn’t feed him that evening. Or the next. Or the next. And the farmer realized that by not feeding the jackass he was also saving a lot of money.

Several days passed, then one evening Ashot heard a loud terrible sound come from the barn. He rushed out and a cold shill enveloped him. He glanced down at the animal. It had died. In tears, Ashot moaned, “If only you had worked one more day, I would have fed you.”

Labor is sick and tired of waiting…

The jobless remain jobless, and have given up hope of finding a job….

If you’re “fortunate” enough to be employed these days, and dare to ask for a raise…forget it. Your boss will tell you “This isn’t the time for raises.” And then you learn that the corporation is planning to move its operation overseas.

Political candidates seek power “to make changes and get rid of the elitists,” they assure us that they want office to care “for the poor and downtrodden.” But, once in office do they not become the “rich man’s friend?”

Once in office, politicians enact anti-labor laws such as NAFTA – the North American Free Trade Agreement – then add salt to labor’s wounds by joining TPP – The Trans-Pacific Partnership – so why do we wonder or why are we stunned when England’s voters decide to turn up their noses at the Europe and vote to exit the EU!

As Tony Blair, the ex-Prime Minister of England noted on “Morning Joe” the other day… “The elite today are so disconnected (with the labor class). We’re living in a bubble. And this isn’t only happening here in England. It’s happening everywhere….in France, in Italy, in Germany…in Romania…everywhere…”

And, dear Mr. Blair…it has been that way now in these United States for decades. How else can you explain the popularity of a Bernie Sanders or Donald Trump?

In time, the “elite” evaporate; the people, however, have been here since the beginning of time.

One doesn’t need the services of a cryptologist to understand this: Workers today are sick and tired of waiting for the crumbs to fall from the rich man’s table. And they have worked to put the rich man there; now, they want a seat at the table. Fear not those who rush for the crumbs that fall from the table. Fear those, who stand back and watch…

Yes, that last paragraph, I updated from what the brilliant Oscar Wilde wrote in the late 19th Century. The chair of the middle class has been snatched from beneath us and the nation is plummeting into a black hole by the senseless and irrational behavior of a divided Congress.

In the tinderbox of the world, it would be wise to remember the words of an undelivered speech of one of the greatest presidents of our country, Franklin D. Roosevelt, written shortly before his death: “Today we are faced with the pre-eminent fact that, if civilization is to survive, we must cultivate the science of human relationships – the ability of all peoples, of all kinds, to live together and work together in the same world, at peace…”

Do you think it’s possible?

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bookTom Mooradian was one of 151 Americans who traveled to Soviet Armenia to repatriate during the 1940’s. Thought to be a spy by the KGB, Tom miraculously survived 13 years behind the Iron Curtain winning the hearts of the Soviets through his basketball prowess.  Filled with political drama, romance, and intrigue, Tom’s autobiography, The Repatriate reads like a novel, and will have you guessing how Tom managed to return to America alive.
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In the beginning…

US Capitol Building
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Month by month, state by state, seventeen of the United States’ most brilliant political and business icons provided the American electorate a brief history of themselves to convince the voters that they had the solutions to this nation’s ills and were best qualified to lead this country for the next four years.

Only time will tell.

To quote the veritable statesman Adlai E. Stevenson, “In America, anyone can become president. That’s one of the risks you take.” (Stevenson was the unsuccessful Democratic candidate for president in 1952 and 1956.)

This primary season’s elite cadre of 17 Republicans included candidates who have served our country as governors and US senators; one who is the brother of and the son of two former presidents and another who was also a religious leader. There was an ex-CEO of a major corporation and a billionaire who has distinguished himself as a builder of hotels and casinos, as well as the host of a popular TV show. In addition, this historic group included a brilliant pediatric neurosurgeon.

For almost a year now, the nation has heard and read of these and tolerated the Republican candidates: Their names are familiar to most of us: Jeb Bush, Ben Carson, Chris Christie, Ted Cruz, Carly Fiorina, Jim Gilmore, Lindsey Graham, Mike Huckabee, Bobby Jindal, John Kasick, George Pataki, Rand Paul, Rick Perry, Marco Rubio, Rick Santorum, Donald Trump, and Scott Walker.

Most of us looked forward to the Republican debates, expecting to find substance and gather information about the candidates’ credentials that would lead to solving our problems. Unfortunately – no, that is too innocent a word – tragically proved to be nothing but a sham!

It was a shameful, dishonorable, embarrassing, humiliating show by would-be candidates whose shabby political ignorance was echoed, not only here throughout our beloved nation, but heard in every corner of this earth.

They not only slandered their colleagues, but raised the ire of women and even children in the use of their foul and shallow language. Candidates spoke in the most unconventional way; often not completing sentences. Those sentences lacked substance, digressed from the questions, issues and solutions to this nation’s myriads of problems. Instead of concrete and direct answers to questions, they gave fraudulent responses, attempting to mask their ignorance with dangling participles left floating in the air.

And in this notable lot who, under pressure, collapsed were the young, good-looking, presentable and articulate, Marco Rubio, senator from Florida, and Dr. Ben Carson, the soft-spoken physician whose gifted hands saved the lives of hundreds of children and opened the way to groundbreaking medical advancements, the director of the prestigious Johns Hopkins Hospital’s pediatric neurosurgery. There was John Kasick, the Governor of Ohio, who described himself as “one of the chief architects” of the last balanced budget. Ted Cruz, a Harvard graduate who has argued cases before the US Supreme Court, who would spank “naughty” children, who advocated that “Children should be seen and not heard,” manipulated factoids and offered them up as facts. This learned scholar, disavowing any knowledge of the events, employed campaign consultants who spread false information that Dr. Carson had suspended his campaign in Iowa, when he had not; that Gov. Kasick had agreed to suspend his campaign in Indiana so that the Texas senator could challenge Trump one-on-one, when he had not.

This 2016 Republican group has been fodder for today’s press and will continue to be for future political writers of history.

Did I forget something or someone?

Of course not.

There is one…Donald Trump…the only one left standing of the elite 17, whose caustic tongue cut down his rivals one by one.

I personally would like to see Trump in the Oval Office. Wait, please, bear with me. I believe it will be a farce and the news media will have material for years to write and talk about. Much has been said and written about the billionaire who wantonly, slanderously cuts down anything and anybody who stands in his path.

If ignorance is bliss, then Trump must be a happy man. He is definitely unique in the history of American politics.

It appears, as the saying goes, “What you see is what you get!” But I wonder…all of us wear masks to a greater or lesser degree at times. Trump’s immediate circle of family, friends, political strategists, and advisors have assured us that the Mr. Trump seen on the political stage and on his reality show isn’t the real Mr. Trump. They maintain that the future builder of the Great Wall is passionate, virtuous, lovable, and a champion of the people, as proven by the numbers who have supported him at the voting booths in the majority of the states.

“Mr. Trump will be presidential,” they say, “once he and his beautiful wife are awarded the keys to the White House.” So, friends and foes will embrace this Republican Adonis, whom they believe will soon “Make American Great, Again!”

Yet his stage persona mirrors the painting of Dorian Gray, created by the fictional Basil Hallward, of Oscar Wilde’s imagination. Who has the key to the attic, where we can see the true nature of the man or beast, where good and evil stand side-by-side? That evil and that good is in all of us.

Now there is one.

But, look to the horizon…there is more to come.

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bookTom Mooradian was one of 151 Americans who traveled to Soviet Armenia to repatriate during the 1940’s. Thought to be a spy by the KGB, Tom miraculously survived 13 years behind the Iron Curtain winning the hearts of the Soviets through his basketball prowess.  Filled with political drama, romance, and intrigue, Tom’s autobiography, The Repatriate reads like a novel, and will have you guessing how Tom managed to return to America alive.
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Stranger than fiction

Sleepless man
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It happened one night…

I had watched the 11th Republican Party Debate, wrote a blog post, and then headed for bed. But I couldn’t sleep. The 2012 Republican candidate for President Mitt Romney’s scathing criticism of the current Presidential primary candidate Donald Trump played in a loop in my mind’s ear.

In the aftermath of Romney’s awakening, the political cauldron exploded. It seems that the conscience of the Republican hierarchy – or is it “aristocracy” –awakened. The establishment doesn’t want Trump…but the genie is out of the bottle…or is it more like Pandora’s box has been opened.

I sought solace in sleep; but to no avail.

The seductive sleep nymphs refused to allow my conscience to shut down. “Only the innocent sleep…” they whispered. They tried to lure me back to my computer. I refused to get out of my warm bed.

Seconds later, I found the computer on my lap, open and running, waiting for me to try to put this chaos into words.

“Write!” one of the nymphs ordered. “No sleep until you do!”

“If you’re going to dictate this, why don’t you write the whole damn post yourself. Why use me for your dirty political tricks?”

“You have credibility.”

“And, you don’t?” I challenged the nymph.

“Unfortunately, we don’t. Those who believe in us are those who write epic novels and the poets.

Point well taken.

“Did you not see what those people did to that African American who protested at one of the Trump rallies? Didn’t it remind you of that fateful night in 1949 when you watched from your third-floor window in the American House in Yerevan? How the army of KGB officers tossed those children and old women and men onto those trucks? Who used their clubs and rifle butts to crack the heads of those children and old women? You must remember; how could you forget.”

I wanted my mind cleared. I wanted those thoughts to go away. I didn’t want to get involved. Go haunt and taunt others. I am sick and tired of writing and fighting. No one listens, anymore. Just leave me be.

The sanctimonious Mitt Romney had spoken. He had labeled billionaire businessman Donald Trump a “fraud” and “phony” and said that he, Romney, “…will never stop until we keep this con man from taking over the party of Reagan and Lincoln and the conservative movement.”

There was silence in the bedroom…but I knew from the epic stories about them that the night nymphs didn’t give up without a fight. I knew I couldn’t compromise with these ethereal messengers of my mind and believed that the sooner I carried out their dictates, the sooner sleep would be mine. I could hear them mumbling, but nothing coherent seemed to emanate from these ghostly figures of my mind…until I heard…

“Caesar had his Brutus…”

“And King Charles I, his Cromwell…” said another.

“And Donald Trump, his Mitt Romney!” chimed in a third.

The voices continued, “Treason! Treason!”, rising above the maddening Republican masses. “To deny our anointed one the sacred garland of victory, and his right to challenge the heretic queen could awaken Kydoimos, God of Confusion, Uproar, and Hubbub, whose wrath would surely doom our conservative cause and end our momentum toward obtaining the kingdom!”

What are you saying? That it wouldn’t Make America Great Again? Well, maybe, then, it could make America whole again…

“May I go to sleep now?” I wished.

“There is still one more task…Obama’s legacy.”

Sorry, out of my jurisdiction.

“You must give him a message from Lord Cromwell. Mr. Obama has had enough sleepless nights,” the nymph continued as a sheet of paper feathered its way into my hand.

I read it. “No way…” Did Cromwell actually do this? Well maybe.

It seems that the Lord Protector of England, Scotland, and Ireland got so sick of Parliament sitting on their royal derrieres and getting paid for doing nothing, that he stormed into the chambers and told his lawmakers:

“It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonoured by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice……and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money…Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth? Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place…Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d, are yourselves become the greatest grievance. Your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a period to your iniquitous proceedings in this house…In the name of God go!”

I can dream now, can’t I?

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bookTom Mooradian was one of 151 Americans who traveled to Soviet Armenia to repatriate during the 1940’s. Thought to be a spy by the KGB, Tom miraculously survived 13 years behind the Iron Curtain winning the hearts of the Soviets through his basketball prowess.  Filled with political drama, romance, and intrigue, Tom’s autobiography, The Repatriate reads like a novel, and will have you guessing how Tom managed to return to America alive.
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The Age of Stupidity

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When are the Congress of the United States and the President of the United States going to end their “Cold War?”

The People deserve an answer.

It is absolutely disgraceful and degrading to hear and listen to the rhetoric emulating from Washington these days. Our elected officials are absolutely content with their babbling and divisiveness, while misery and poverty continues throughout the nation.

In our pursuit of happiness, they, who we have put in office, are the biggest obstacles.

“Our people,” stressed Dwight D. Eisenhower, the 34th President of the United States, in his Farewell Address to the Nation, noted “…expect their President and the Congress to find essential agreement on questions of great moment, the wise resolution of which will better shape the future of the nation…”

Regrettably, this has not been the case in recent history…

…children are no longer safe in their classrooms or playgrounds, an entire city has been poisoned by lead because of inept elected officials, citizens have been gunned down in the streets, movie houses, even our places of worships. Who is in charge?

It is unquestionably true that our leaders do not know who our enemies are abroad….and yet our men and women are fighting an invisible army, being killed by men and women they have trained, dying in cities whose names we can’t pronounce. Upon their return from the battle fields, many are dreadfully demoralized and have so many psychological and physical scars that a reported 22 vets commit suicide every day. Their readjustment to life is filled with way too many potholes. Shameful. Disgraceful that this nation, the richest in modern history is not helping them.

My heart breaks each day when the mail carrier delivers yet another letter for another request from one of the charities because the government is not doing its job.

And how I cringe each evening when I settle into my chair and watch the nightly news and learn of yet another holocaust and genocide committed against humankind, sandwiched between yet another TV commercial of a wounded American GI, who has bravely served his country, now put on “display” to help raise funds to help those who can’t help themselves.

If the government can pay its bills to those who manufacture the weapons, the missiles and bombs – yes, as Ike pointed out “the permanent armaments industry of vast proportions”…should it (the government) not also pay ALL of the bills for those who were wounded and scarred by the legal and illegal wars we have been involved in for the past 14 years?

The narrative of the 20th Century, with four wars, two of those World Wars, and the Atomic Bomb is written in blood and has left civilization critically wounded. Earth survived .

We human beings are made for something better than to kill one another….we are not stupid. We are creative beings, beautiful creatures who find dignity in our work and our achievements. We DO work together and have created a remarkable world.

This nonsense in Washington must stop. It is degrading, disgustingly harmful to the nation. The way some of the candidates for the presidency have performed in the debates is outright stupid. It’s more Reality Show than Presidential. The reality of it all is that today and for the foreseeable future, the office of the Presidency of the United States is and will be viewed as the seat of the most powerful figure in history. His – or her – hands will hold the destiny of mankind. Members of Congress hide in the group, each sees him/herself as “only one” of many. It’s so much easier to blame one person, rather than the 535, who have an equal responsibility.

Some may believe my words here are in vain, after all Stupidity has been with us since the dawn of thought. And the United States is not immune to ignorance. The 18th century poet Friedrich Schiller wrote, “Against stupidity the very gods fight in vain.”

Schiller may be right!

Although stupidity may be a virus that seems to have spread in recent years, I believe it can be conquered by education and knowledge. I believe Stupidity is most prevalent in despotisms and dictatorships. Yet I could nominate one of our recent Presidents…

Let’s not go there; I want to be able to continue writing this blog!

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bookTom Mooradian was one of 151 Americans who traveled to Soviet Armenia to repatriate during the 1940’s. Thought to be a spy by the KGB, Tom miraculously survived 13 years behind the Iron Curtain winning the hearts of the Soviets through his basketball prowess.  Filled with political drama, romance, and intrigue, Tom’s autobiography, The Repatriate reads like a novel, and will have you guessing how Tom managed to return to America alive.
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Peace cannot be kept by force

Lenin statueMy big brother, Robert, served in the U.S. Navy during World War II.

My brother, George, was a naval gunner, during World War II.

I was eager to join them and to serve my country.

I never got the chance because I was not of age to serve, still in high school in 1945 and my parents said I had to graduate and go to college. Like millions of other Americans I was eager, so eager to fight. I was young, and after all the young are immortal.

On August 6, 1945, President Harry S. Truman approved the use of a horrific weapon, atomic bombs, to be dropped on two Japanese cities – Hiroshima and Nagasaki – and in the aftermath, for all purposes the war was over.

I never got to go to war.

But I have seen first-hand what war can do…at Leningrad, Stalingrad. Kursk and many, many other cities. My young life would drastically change when I decided to live in the Soviet Union.

In the wake of the bloodletting in that second global war, and with the creation of the United Nations, I, and many like myself, believed the Atomic Age would usher in an era of peace and good-will. After all, who in his right mind would want a war when nations can drop atomic and hydrogen bombs and wipe mankind off the face of the earth?

Apparently, I – and many like me – are wrong.

The world and its leaders have not learned from the past. We were at war yesterday and we are at war today. And tomorrow, our would-be presidents are willing to shoot down Russian planes to threaten those who disagree with them.

Never-ending war.  Its cells are malignant and once ingrained in the nation’s belly spread unchecked. Where will it strike next: Syria? Russia? Which of the 50-plus African nations?

After 13 years of constant fighting, and the loss of thousands of lives, it is unconscionable to even think about sending troops into the Middle East. The followers of Islam have been at each other’s throats since the Prophet Mohammed’s death in 634 on issues we in the western world could never comprehend. If, for nearly 2000 years these religious fanatics can’t settle their differences, how can anyone else in this world have the audacity to believe they can resolve the issues?

If you are Vladimir Putin, President of the Russian Federation, and you have a huge arsenal of atomic and hydrogen bombs in your nuclear stockpile, what would you do when candidates for the presidency of the United States of America publicly threaten your country by saying they, if elected, would put missiles in your backyard (Poland)? And when they threaten to shoot down any Russian pilot who violates a no-fly zone (in Syria), knowing that would be an act of war, would you, President Putin, not prepare for war?

And the beat goes on.

“We are at war,” says another candidate. “We won’t allow a Muslim to come into this country…”

A Muslim. How about an Armenian? Or a Jew? Or a Pole? Italian? Scot? Irish? German? Italian?

Are we not all immigrants?

Words… words that shatter the very foundation upon which this great democracy was built.

Oh, how we have forgotten the power of the spoken and written word. Words are alive….they are infinite….they soothe…they provoke…they can speak…they can be translated into action…

Like:

“You furnish the pictures and I’ll furnish the war.” “These are the times that try men’s souls.” “Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains!” “Let them eat cake.”.”I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country.”

Yes, Gov. Christie….shoot down  that Russian plane, if it violates a space that is unknown to most Americans….but you will, in doing so, change life on earth.

Let me leave you with this thought, a thought offered by a genius who knew earth and the universe better than most of us. This incredible human being convinced President Franklin Roosevelt that he should consider research into the making of an atomic weapon because Nazi scientists were already creating a weapon and “…a single bomb of this type, carried by a boat and exploded in a port, might well destroy the whole port, together with some of the surrounding territory.”  FDR was convinced. The project became known as the “Manhattan Project”. The scientist’s name is Albert Einstein.

In contrast, Einstein noted, “Peace cannot be kept by force….it can be achieved by understanding.”

 

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bookTom Mooradian was one of 151 Americans who traveled to Soviet Armenia to repatriate during the 1940’s. Thought to be a spy by the KGB, Tom miraculously survived 13 years behind the Iron Curtain winning the hearts of the Soviets through his basketball prowess.  Filled with political drama, romance, and intrigue, Tom’s autobiography, The Repatriate reads like a novel, and will have you guessing how Tom managed to return to America alive.
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The Lie, the Legislator, and the Apology

Barack Obama, US President
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From the beginning, it has been made clear that certain segments of our nation detest the 44th President of the United States, Barrack Obama, I have heard the wild rumors about this President in our dining rooms, our coffee shops, on the radio, and TV. This President is not acceptable because of the color of his skin and his life among the Moslem community. Some people are and will remain prejudice when they don’t understand and are ignorant of those who have not touched their lives. There is little anyone can do to change their attitudes, except hopefully they will in time overcome their fears.

Fine.

This is after all a democracy. A republic. A country whose Constitution guarantees free speech…if you do not violate the rights of others you may continue to live the way you wish. We also have in this country due process. Thank God we are free to “think” what we will and write what we want without repercussions.

But there are certain codes of ethics. Certain rules of conduct. Certain manners we are taught from Day 1 – we don’t go around calling people liars in print or in speech, unless we can prove it. Slander and libel laws prevent us from tainting the reputations of even those who are in public office.

When Congressman Joseph Wilson, a South Carolina legislator, disrupted our President’s address to the nation the other night, and called the president a “liar” he violated every code of civility, decency, and political protocol there is. His shameful conduct was followed up later with an apology to the President.

I, and I believe millions of others, were stunned by Wilson’s outburst. And shocked. Shocked because the legislator did not show respect to the person speaking, to a nation, or to the office he had. In this case the man happened to be the President of the United States.

Wilson’s defamatory remark ranks with the Iraqi journalist Muntadhar al-Zurdi’s shoe-throwing disrespect for former President Bush. Wilson has fallen into the nadir of his legislative career, and he is a disgrace, an embarrassment to the State he represents. If not recalled, he should be censured by his Congressional colleagues.

The seemingly unperturbed and unnerved President Obama, showing greatest aplomb, calmly continued to present his argument for a national health insurance program to the nation.

Historically, in our country, legislators publicly and nationally do not offend their Presidents. The action by Wilson is unprecedented. They may criticize, even ridicule those who differ from their political views, but they usually have the decency to allow the speaker to express their view before they offer their opposing viewpoints.

I am reminded of another great American patriot, Patrick Henry, who patiently waited for one speaker to finish his pitch for loyalty to the Crown before he retorted “…I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend with my life the right for you to say it.” This philosophy is a sacred cornerstone of this great nation’s foundation. Though many may not think so, we are the envy of the world. I know for I have seen the eyes of those who covet the right to join us here in this land.

Personally, I fought the leaders and the ideology of the oppressive Soviet Union for 13 years before they granted me permission, the privilege, to return to my native land. I believed then as I do today that a man or woman has the right to express his or her opinion, without repercussion or humiliation. He or she does not have the right to disrupt others while they speak, let alone those we have elected to office.

We look to our elected officials and statesmen for guidance. That is why they are in office. They have, I believe, the qualifications, the wisdom, and the intelligence to lead our country. If they show otherwise, we, the people, have the right to put them into the unemployment lines.

If he truly believes that the President was lying, Wilson has an obligation to present his case to the people of the United States. I am sure the Media and the Press will be eager, as they have shown in the past, to interview him.

As Emil Ludwig points out in his brilliant biography of Napoleon, “In his highest embodiment, the statesman shapes all our destinies.”

These past eight years it seems that Congress has shown us there are not many statesmen in their midst.

The President has accepted Mr. Wilson’s apology, but the people, especially the voters of South Carolina, should not. Do we need yet another legislator of spurious character in Washington?

Wilson should feel fortunate that he lives in the US. If I had the power to take him with me back into time…to Moscow…to the Stalin Era…and those frightening evenings when we all feared those knocks on our apartment doors at midnight. If Wilson had publicly called Stalin a liar during an open forum, surely he would have been visited by the KGB and, before dawn, Wilson would have stood before an execution squad.

Free speech is a sacred altar where all freedom-loving people bend their knees in prayer.

I watched and listened for nearly one hour to the 44th President of the United States’ speech and, yes, I, too, questioned some of his arguments specifically where this nation would get the money to pay for the massive overall of a much-needed national health and medical program. And we await our legislators presenting this program to us. Let us hope the plan is a viable one.

But I also sat and listened in awe at Obama who continued his delivery unnerved and undaunted by the rude and inappropriate outburst by one who embarrassed me and his constituents in South Carolina by his inappropriate behavior.

I know not how other Americans feel, but for myself I am proud to say that I am confident in this President and that I know in this moment in time I have a President in office whom I can truly trust, can be proud of, and who I can believe in and respect.

To paraphrase another great president, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who was in office at the worst of times, who, after four years of trying to lift his fellow country men out of the Great Depression, said during his second inauguration speech, “…this generation of Americans has a date with destiny.”

This President and this Congress also have a “Date with Destiny”.

And I personally believe when historians look back on our times and study the incredible challenges we faced and conquered – the financial collapse of our financial institutions, the world-wide unemployment, the famine, and the end of wars and genocides…that they, too, will stand in awe of this generation and place us among the greatest generations in American History.

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bookTom Mooradian was one of 151 Americans who traveled to Soviet Armenia to repatriate during the 1940’s. Thought to be a spy by the KGB, Tom miraculously survived 13 years behind the Iron Curtain winning the hearts of the Soviets through his basketball prowess.  Filled with political drama, romance, and intrigue, Tom’s autobiography, The Repatriate reads like a novel, and will have you guessing how Tom managed to return to America alive.
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