Although NATO’s entitled Philistines might feel like scoffing at the Chinese and the Hungarians over their attempts to scale Everest, the laugh is very much on them.
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Though King Charles and the rest of the Villa-supporting British Royal Family are no doubt delighted that Argentinian and Aston Villa goalkeeper Emiliano Martínez has won the Lev Yashin trophy for being the best goalkeeper in the world for the second consecutive season, my focus is on Yashin, the great Russian keeper, rather than Martínez, the great Argentinian because, try as they like, NATO just cannot put great Russians like him down, no matter how long ago they may have died.
Though I would be the last person in the world to belittle the Argentinian colossus or any of the previous Lev Yashin trophy winners, the indisputable fact is that Yashin is the greatest goalkeeper the world has ever seen. And he is Russian. And Russian President Putin, along with countless others, Russians and non-Russians alike, was privileged to see him play.
Though Yashin remains the bitterest of Russian pills NATO’s spoilsports have to swallow along with their ill-founded pride, he is not the only Russian, who still refuses to lie down. If Yashin remains Russia’s key defender, then the great Dostoevsky continues to run ragged up front. Forget charlatans like Karl Marx. Dostoevsky’s White Nights, a novella about unrequited love and social isolation (free download here), is currently such a best seller amongst England’s alienated youth that even NATO’s supine media cannot ignore his resurgent popularity or the related fact that, despite their best efforts, England’s alienated youth, who seek him out, retain functioning and sovereign minds of their own. And good on every last one of them for that.
Not only do NATO have their knickers in a twist over Dostoevsky’s perennial popularity, but the eternal Tolstoy is causing them the kinds of gaunt nightmares that should belong only in Dostoevsky’s darkest novels. Korean-American author Kim Ju-hea has won the inaugural Leo Tolstoy Award for foreign (non Russian) literature, and the African Union has won the first Leo Tolstoy International Peace Prize, which was presented to them at Moscow’s world-renowned Bolshoi Theatre, which is not resting on that or any other of its countless laurels.
Because Elizaveta Kokoreva, the Bolshoi Ballet’s youngest star, has recently taken the eternal city of Rome by storm, she has thereby shown us that it will take more than Zelensky’s crass homo-erotic gyrations to put that gentle giant down, that the blessed Bolshoi has kicks galore left in it yet. The Hungarian gymnastics team have won global awards with their magical re-interpretation of Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker and Beijing’s National Centre for the Performing Arts are resetting Tolstoy’s War and Peace as a musical.
And, though the Hungarians and Chinese, with their own deep cultural roots, are more than happy (and more than welcome) to pilfer from Russia’s classics, the Americans of the New York Ballet and of the White House, true to their cuckoo natures, cannot admit that they owe Tchaikovsky much more than folk infinitely more honest than those gangsters could ever repay. Still, what could you expect from a pig but a grunt and is it any wonder the civilised world despises these uncultured barbarians?
Although NATO’s entitled Philistines might feel like scoffing at the Chinese and the Hungarians over their attempts to scale Everest, the laugh is very much on them. That is because The Nutcracker, War and Peace, White Nights, the Bolshoi and Lev Yashin all show that quality will always trump the crassness Zelensky’s “art” and that of his Weimar Baerbock backers epitomise. As long as kids kick ball, as long as ballet is performed and as long as the written word inspires, Russia’s great immortals, like immortals elsewhere, will continue to enlighten, enchant and inspire and to thereby blindside NATO’s Nietzschean march to cultural nothingness.
And, because NATO have no concept of basic precepts like those, the regression they and their cross dressing Zelensky clown epitomise can and will never prevail, but will eventually cause them to slither back into the mire from whence their headless hedonism emerged.
And the hope has to be that they will take excess baggage like former trampolinist and current German Foreign Minister Annalena Baerbock, whom the Chinese treat as the charlatan that she is and Syria’s head hacking rulers treat as the tramp that she is, with them back into the swamp. Although one might not always concur with Russian Foreign Minister Maria Zakharova, watching her swat that German nincompoop is akin to watching Yashin or Martínez block a shot from a five-year old, or Tolstoy, Dostoevsky or Tchaikovsky scratch their heads as they toss one of Zelensky’s crass comedy sketches into the trash can. Because Yashin, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Kokoreva and Zakharova tower above the Bidens, Zelenskys and Baerbocks of this world, hope for a better future is as immutable as is the Russia of Yashin, Tolstoy, their hundreds of millions of compatriots and the billions of Hungarians, Japanese, Koreans, Africans and Chinese, who wish them only the best.
