Mom and the Russian Winter Olympics Official

“I am Russian Winter Olympics Official and you MUST let me on board this bus!” the burly Russian yelled at my mother.


A snowstorm was raging, Mom was on her last run back to the Winter Olympics Village in Lake Place, N.Y. – there would be no more buses that night, and her bus was standing room only, right up to the yellow line. She was at least 20 passengers past her legal load.


Mom was at an impasse on the mountain. Did she follow the state transportation law and refuse this last group of passengers, thus probably creating an international incident?  Or did she follow common sense and humanity and let this guy – and the handful of people with him – on the bus?


“I’m already overloaded,” she said. “It’s against the law for me to allow any more passengers on board the bus!”


(“Mom!” I exclaimed, as she told me the story at our kitchen table. “You didn’t just leave that guy out in the snow?!  I mean, I know he was a Russian and all but…”


“Well,” she fretted, “I was overloaded and it was snowing. If the cops had stopped me or I’d gotten in an accident, I could have lost my license.


“So you stranded them?!”


“Oh, well, let me my finish my story!” she cried.)


But Mom knew very well what she had to do – it was also against the law and humanity to strand passengers. She’d done her duty in refusing them.  She turned in her seat and looked back to the passengers standing in the aisle.


“What do you think, folks?” she asked. “Can you squeeze in a little more and let these last people onto the bus?  I know you’re already crowed.  But there really aren’t going to be any more buses tonight.  We can’t just leave them here to freeze.”


The people murmured among themselves for a moment. Then followed a shuffling towards the back of the bus.


“Okay, driver,” a man said, finally. “We think there should be enough room now.”


The Russian Winter Olympics Official was the last passenger aboard.


“Dank you wery much,” he said. “You are wery kind lady.”


That was early 1980. Ronald Reagan was still struggling for the Republican nomination.  The Iron Curtain – the Berlin Wall – still stood between East and West Germany.  Certainly, my parents had no use for Communists or Communism.  Or bureaucracy.  Fortunately for the Russian Winter Olympics Official, God, not the state of New York, had the final say on whether he would get aboard my mother’s bus, a being whom the Russian government had discounted and outlawed.


A few years later, it would be my turn to deal with a “Russian official.” By now it was the Age of perestroika (“economic reform”) and glasnost (“publicity”).  Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachov, admittedly a very different kind of Russian from, say, Vladimir Putin, were “pals.”  The Berlin Wall was torn down and communism was defeated.


Personally, I thought the death of communism was very much a premature report. Communism was alive and well right here in the United States on college campuses, in worker’s unions, in our bureaucracy, and in our press.  I’d had a belly full of communism in college and high school.  It didn’t look dead to me.


In my career travels, I found myself temping, and then working “permanently” for a large oil company, in various departments, including Project Planning and Construction. I’ve described this job before and the encounter I had with some Russian official who might have said he was a minister of some sort – energy, probably.


I won’t bore you with too many of the detail of a story I’ve already told. Needless to say, I didn’t know what to do with him.  Unless he wanted to order a carpet, there wasn’t much I could do for him.  Finally, Olga, the Terrible, dealt with him.


Later on, I had the pleasure of speaking with the man he was trying to contact. He looked a lot like a younger version of that fellow we see on television now, our new Secretary of State.  I don’t quite understand why people take these curious assignments?  He worked for an oil company.  Why didn’t Trump nominate him to be Secretary of Energy?  I don’t know if they’re the same guy or not.  Probably not.


Oh well. Anyway, we were talking and he said that he contacted the Russian first.  I was a little concerned for this guy. Perestroika or not, I was worried he might get into trouble.


“If you contacted him first, why did he call my number?  Didn’t you give him your business card?” I cried.  The fellow looked a bit flummoxed.  Maybe the Russian official lost it.  Business cards are skittery things.  They tend to fall in between car seats and out of pockets onto the sidewalk.


According to the Democrat playbook, this fellow (who may or may not be our Secretary of State), my mother and I, should have all been placed under federal wiretap for conversing with a Russian. They use a very broad definition of “meeting” to include anything from bumping into a Russian on the sidewalk and saying, “Izvinite!” (“Excuse me”) to “Davayte zaplanirovat’ vstrechu na sleduyushchuyu sredu chtoby obsudit’ sverzheniye pravitel’stva Soyedinennykh Shtatov;  vot moya vizitnaya kartochka” (“Let’s schedule a meeting next Wednesday to discuss overthrowing the United States government; here’s my business card.”).


The Democrats began their henny-penny crying of “The Russians are hacking; the Russians are hacking!” last summer. When one FISA court refused the Obama Administration’s request for a wiretap order for Trump Towers last summer, the Democrats – with their help of their media counterparts – continued and increased their allegations – until another FISA court issued the order they wanted.


Once they began the wiretap, what did the Democrat operatives find? Absolutely nothing.  Zip.  Nada. Nichego.  Apparently, Trump was becoming suspicious and as president, they believed he would begin an investigative into Obama’s abuse of power.


So with the help of “Representative” Al Franken, they threw a curveball at Sen. Jeff Sessions during the nomination hearings for Attorney General. The question was a little like the loaded question, “How often do you beat your wife?”


Sessions had met with the Russian ambassador exactly twice.


According to Fox News and Heritage Foundation scholar Hans von Spakovsky, the Obama administration helped set up the first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the Russian ambassador in 2016. Von Spakovsky wrote at that the event at the Republican National Convention in Cleveland that his employer hosted was attended by Russian ambassador Sergey Kislyak.


Spakovsky writes that the event was a conference titled “Global Partners in Diplomacy,” where Sessions was the keynote speaker. It was sponsored by the State Department, the Heritage Foundation and other organizations. The Russian ambassador was one of just many guests at the speech.


The hand-shaking meeting was about the equivalent to Sessions bumping into Kislay on the street (goodness knows, I’ve covered enough such events as a photographer; not exactly the forum for verbally passing on state secrets; although Obama found the noisy atmosphere conducive to passing the message onto then-Russian President Dmitry Medvedev that “I’ll have more flexibility [to negotiate with Vladimir Putin] after my election”).

In the second instance, Sessions met with Russian Ambassador Sregey Kislay in his (Sessions’) office, at the envoy’s request. Sessions, who sat on the Armed Services Committee while in the Senate, said they discussed a number of issues, including Russia’s involvement in Ukraine.


“We had a disagreement over that,” he said. “The Ukrainian ambassador had been into my office for a meeting the day before, and so we had a little disagreement over the Ukrainian issue.”

For not “confessing” to these “meetings” – only one of which was a true, scheduled “meeting” and which was perfectly within Sessions’ purview as a member of the Senate Armed Services Committee and not a matter which he necessarily had to “admit” to as though he were under interrogation for collaborating with a possibly hostile nation (the meeting itself apparently was hostile enough) – Democrats are still calling for his resignation, and a special prosecutor.



“It is insufficient for Attorney General Sessions to recuse himself from any matters concerning the presidential campaign. He must resign,” House Democratic Whip Steny Hoyer thundered in a statement last Thursday.

After all, Hoyer is a Congressional Democrat official!!


The first meeting, a Republican conference to which the White House invited the Russian ambassador, could be misconstrued as a political meeting. Sort of.  But that means that the Democrats and the White House, in particular, knew about it.  The meeting was no secret, therefore, Sessions wasn’t “obstructing” the interrogation – er, investigation.


The second meeting had nothing to do with the political campaign at all, but rather a matter of national security, or at least the national security of our allies in the Ukraine. If Sessions was “schooling” the Russian ambassador, than where was the complicity.  How do Democrat charges of “collusion” stand up to scrutiny?


This is what we get for electing a clown – Al Franken – to the House of Representatives. This is also what we get for electing a communist-leaning Democrat – Obama – to two terms in the White House?


Could there be anything more absurd than a lame-duck president, Marxist in every way, along with his equally Marxist senior adviser, Valerie Jarrett, accusing a man who is probably the most Capitalist former businessman in the United States of America, Donald Trump, of “colluding” with Vladimir Putin, who wants to return Russia to the Soviet Union of the 1950s, gulags and all?


Back at Exxon, I wondered about the soundness of seeking out the Russians (the former Soviet Union) as business allies. But then, thanks to former Pres. Richard Nixon, the business door to China was thrown open in 1971.  The Chinese were more than happy to welcome American businesses and steal all their ideas, business models, and inventions.  So how much worse could the Russians be?


Russia, like China, is a military threat. Putin is beating his chest and pounding the war drums.  Donald Trump does not want to see us go to war with Russia.  Or China.  But he also knows he can’t negotiate with a weak military hand.  We must increase our military might to be prepared in case that threat turns into a reality.


In the meantime, our Negotiator-in-Chief is, for his pugnacious posing, a peaceful bull. He’s willing to try diplomacy first.  I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis.  The Russian threat and our naval stand-off result in our pulling our military bases out of Turkey.  We didn’t know it, but JKF negotiated with Khrushchev.  He negotiated badly, in my opinion, as did Pres. Nixon.


Meanwhile, the indoctrination of our nation’s youth into Marxism continues unabated. We have a single-minded policy that is attempting to criminalize the opposition.  Let us hope that Pres. Trump takes a firm hand, and makes a recess appointment of a new deputy attorney general.  The weasels (think Chuck Schumer) and vermin are clawing at the maw of freedom and justice, desperately trying to avoid the fate of despotism and bureaucracy – being flushed away by transparency and true democracy.  They’ll do anything to avoid being thrown onto the dung heap of history, as they so richly deserved.


The Democrats have no evidence, other than what they themselves have manufactured. They have no case.  They have no credibility.


They have – nothing.  Except arrogance.







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