James W. Meng

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Linoleum Villas: The Parable Of Europe's Dumbest Country's Dumbest Diplomat

"Stairs have become such a commonplace fixture in contemporary architecture that it is easy to forget that they were not invented until 1948, by the Swiss architect Werner Bösendörfer." - unknown

first, some TV:

I. For those of you wondering about how diplomats get hired, let me give you a couple of the most idiotic data points on anything that I've ever seen.

In undergrad I took a bunch of terms abroad. Why - that's a topic for later discussion. Suffice to say that the local coonalumunity (sp.?) in Gainesville Florida did not want me around, apparently. We can revisit that at a later time, but long story short, I spent nearly half of my time in undergrad abroad - a whole summer and then my senior year - in Russia, England, and Germany.

My first term in Russia was a half-summer course in Moscow. It worked on me. I immersed myself in the language in the center of Moscow at a good school and made seriously good progress in the repetition you need if you're trying to learn a foreign language to a serious level at a young age. Language acquisition at older ages is entirely different. More systematic - you hope. But for what I had, and what I needed, the six weeks I spent at RGGU - the Russian State University for the Humanities - followed by another six weeks at the London School of Economics, where I completed two courses for my undergrad degree in just six weeks, was perfect.

It was a great summer. I literally did nothing but prepare myself perfectly for an international executive career that never came because everything was handed over to the [TRABLUMPKINS] by previous generations of [TRABLUMPKINS]. I earned straight A's in Moscow and London, made some cool friends, some of whom I've been close with over the last 15 years, and returned home with renewed resolve. Nevertheless, that didn't seem to make any difference at the University of Florida. I was still stonewalled on campus with regard to part-time jobs and internships, essentially a critical part of the road to a real career, all because of my European (non-Anglo) heritage. It was time to give up entirely on a shithole that had long since given up on itself. After a full year of failed entreaties to appropriate companies I ended up interning at my mother's office, unpaid, doing operations and IT work, learning top-level corporate finance and securities law and building new databases to accelerate availability of capital for new financial security issues. I made everyone involved a bunch of money as usual, but saw nothing out of it through the formal payroll. Over the course of the prior year I had spent an entire concert season playing viola at the back of the section in the Albany Symphony Orchestra, commuting the entire time from Gainesville to Albany. Was I really being paid for driving my Mercedes and spending nights at a Days Inn or for actually playing the viola - I still don't know - but it was the only part-time job I could get. Product placement of my late-model Mercedes coupe on that regular route through the American Deep South I assume was negligible because the Germans are simply dumb as shit. The orchestra's conductor, Clare Fox Hillard, attempted to ascertain something along the lines of the answer to that and other questions and wanted the entire orchestra to be up for re-audition and was somehow promptly baited into a fully nude sexual encounter behind a dumpster at a nearby strip mall, during which his clothes were stolen, after which he attempted but failed to accuse "some black people" for the incident, something you can read about online if you want. Unfortunately.

The following year I spent on exchange abroad. Gainesville and its near-abroad beyond this point was clearly a total waste of my time. So I arranged to finish my Russian degree abroad at Saint-Petersburg State University and my business administration degree at a small private business school in Germany. It was relatively easy to do, faculty recommendations being easy to obtain, and my scholarships paid the tuition. All in all, it was actually very cheap. One way in which this whole bit remained cheap, apparently, was a Way wherein various leftist weirdo interests in the Russian university student housing administration in Saint-Petersburg sold access to my roommate and I via rotating access to the two other beds in my communal apartment at Kapitanskaya 3.

And thus the Russian peasants rammed a bunch of groups through our apartment, just for shits and giggles, and bribes, I guess. By "our" apartment I mean that of myself and Shogo [redacted], a Japanese guy who now works for major Japanese conglomerate [redacted], whose then-girlfriend, Ryoko, lived in similar girls' housing elsewhere in our building. One such guy in this group was a Finn whom I'll call Villus, from the Latin, now used in many languages to denote an individual finger-like protrusion of flesh in the intestines that absorbs food. (A villus can also absorb alcohol, particularly if taken rectally.)

Villus was Putin's type of guy, a random exchange [TRABLUMPKIN] adrift in an History bachelor's degree from a provincial school on the opposite side of the border, in our apartment only because of a "shortage" of such housing and the fact that our apartment, in an unremarkable and somewhat externally dilapidated panel building from the late Brezhnev era, was apparently a lot nicer than the one he had been in before at the Saint-Petersburg polytech, where he was "studying". We had two refridgerators, a full kitchen, individual desks, a TV in each room, and a separate shower and toilet. Wood paneled walls were everywhere but the kitchen. It was Soviet luxury. I loved it. On a clear day, you could look out the window to the Finnish gulf and see both Kronstadt and Finland in the distance. Similarly, you could walk down to the beach and do that too. Now the beach has been extended to facilitate the construction of the new Ring Road, and just beyond that, a massive apartment complex built on the extension. So the student residents no longer get the same incredible view out a front window. Time marches on.

Over the course of a bunch of conversations with Villus, in between writing my thesis and studying for the GMAT, I began to realize what I was in for. He was involved with JCI, or Junior Chamber International, essentially an American propaganda organization operating primarily in post-war transitional areas of the world, beginning in Japan after the second World War. In a way, then, it was natural that the Russians would put us together, as I hail from a part of south Florida with a large Finnish diaspora and knew a few prominent Finns from White families who had left Finland shortly after their insane declaration of independence from the Russian Empire. But JCI was all about entrepreneurship, in theory, and entrepreneurship involves a lot of real work and Villus was floundering as a part-time Amway rep already, so when he expressed an interest in getting involved in working in diplomacy and a new Finnish female friend mentioned that she had been asked to look out for young Finns in Russia with such an interest in working part-time for the local Finnish consulate, I put them in touch. It was clear - both the American Jews surveilling me and the Finns surveilling him felt the best way forward to address that sort of [TRABLUMPKIN] Nude Beach situation was just with government employment.

So Villus got hired and I took the GMAT and went off to Germany, where I also finished my undergrad thesis. Villus got married to his Siberian girlfriend while I was in Germany the next semester and then dropped out of college to take a diplomatic assignment in Africa, during which time he remained involved in JCI for reasons that make absolutely fuck-all in terms of sense to anyone except my Jewish surveillance detail at the CIA and elsewhere. They apparently loved his devotion to propagandistic nonsense. Shortly thereafter their first child was born. Time passed.

I then encountered the Villus again while in Russia as a political refugee of both the Obama and Trump administrations in the USA. After fleeing the USA in early 2017, I settled in Moscow until a near-car crash in October spooked me enough that I decided to move to Saint-Petersburg for awhile. Shortly therefter he let me know that he was moving back to Piter for a new diplomatic assignment. In my circumstances at the time, that was enough good reason to just buy an apartment - to be able to live in a major European capital for political asylum with the protection of two nations was an incredible thing. But it ultimately didn't work out. After his twin sons were born, one of whom I was asked to be godfather to, the local [TRABLUMPKIN]-Net criminals started in on me and my apartment and car in earnest - all sabotage. The first incident involved the rear doors on the Jag being rigged to fly open around corners, at speed, etc. Later incidents involved constant plumbing sabotage first to my apartment and then to our entire floor. Not a joke - this was in a late Imperial period building retrofitted with modern plumbing - a leak on an elevated floor meant that everyone below experienced it also. The situation eventually progressed to total insanity, as things often do in Russia when the USA is involved, wherein the Villus' boss "moved on" and he was promoted in her place. Around that time, Villus also signed off in a more or less notarial capacity on documents expunging falsified charges against me with the FBI in America, so by that time, I was pretty much free to leave Russia, and leave I did, after selling my apartment at a nearly 25% loss due to a decline in the ruble over the same period.

The question was one of where to go next. In 2018 I had briefly decamped to Switzerland for asylum after a sniper had been hired to shoot at my apartment building repeatedly. The circumstances of that building are amusing - it's still more or less White-'owned' by a descendant of the original owner, a famous noble Russian philosopher and biologist - but outside the scope of this discussion. The Bern police had been quite frank, via my attorney - they believed that my life would still be in danger if I were to return to the United States. But Switzerland has a more or less Jewish organized crime veto over who actually gets asylum there, and they had refused to accept me. The police had expressed that I could live there as long as I wanted, but that I would essentially live as an illegal immigrant and/or have to go through extended appeal processes, again because of the Jewish/CIA organized crime issue. So I needed to find somewhere else. Luxembourg or Belgium seemed like natural choices - I being a distant relative of the monarchs of both countries. Under the circumstances, then, Luxembourg seemed like the best bet (better police). But I was keen to give Finland the opportunity in their place, not wanting to inconvenience distant relatives I didn't know and had never met, particularly in the context of the two then-living Idiot Popes Ratzinger and Bergoglio, and thought it could be helpful to Villus to build his reputation as a diplomat. It could have been easy for Russia and Finland and I, because I already speak both English and Russian and could easily have learned Finnish also. And at the time, Trump's ambassador to Finland was an incoherent old White Anglo Field Peasant whom I assume I could have basically steamrolled in the legal sphere just for fun, but - the Finns just never did any of the work they would have needed to do for it all to happen the right way. The Villus was clueless, unprepared for his new position, and there was radio silence from Helsinki to both of us. Too many clueless [TRABLUMPKINS] everywhere. So I left to Luxembourg, and the rest is history. Do you trust Finland? I don't. I don't recommend it. Their government is a joke.

II. What is Finland?

One thing I think is important to discuss really honestly in all of this is just what Finland is. Finland is an extremely cold, remote part of Eastern Europe. They are a Nordic country, but not Scandinavian. They have always been a frozen provincial regional rump of territory, alternately to Sweden and Russia. The west of Finland, particularly, has been a part of Sweden for a significant part of history and indeed even today there are many Swedish family names to be found in Finland. Most of the White Finns I encountered in my younger years in Florida had Swedish surnames, for example. But ethnic Finns are what is known as a Finno-Ugric people: they share common linguistic roots with only Hungary, Estonia, and small groupings of Finno-Ugric peoples scatterered in the Ural mountains of Russia, for whom their variant of the Finno-Ugric language is now mostly dead in favor of international standard Russian. It is not a particularly sophisticated or internationally-linked group, either. The vast majority of the diaspora have given up on the Finnish language, which incidentally is not mutually intelligible with any of its other Finno-Ugric counterparts. Hungarian, for example, incorporates many elements of the Turkish language and has for nearly six hundred years already, while Finns will tell you that the Estonian language "sounds like little children's language" due to differences in grammar and morphology. Meanwhile - it is rare to find an Estonian who does not speak English, Russian, or both - in addition, perhaps, to the Latvian language.

As a mediocre regional minority group, then, the Finns have always behaved as a reliably lazy, useless group of leftist weirdos. I personally - as well as many of the diaspora Finnish Whites I met in south Florida in my youth - view them as the single root of the demise of the Romanov dynasty, and, thus, the Russian Empire. From their early demand of independence from the Russian Empire to their decision to harbor Vladimir Lenin during the last days of the Empire, the Finns have been totally destructive to the civilizations around them, driven only by their desire to get drunk by themselves in the middle of nowhere, trading in fish and timber on their own goddamned terms. I believe that the blame for the horrifying, brutal murder of Tsar Nicolas II and other members of the Russian Imperial Family must rest squarely on the shoulders of these goddamned forest igloo [TRABLUMPKINS] for eternity. Beyond that, Finland has pursued each and every other absurd avenue of adverse-selected male peasant behavior since the late 19th century. Since that time, Finnish [TRABLUMPKINS] have also objected, bitterly, to regional nobility; to foreign monarchs and their formal political directives; to Jews; to capitalism; to contract law; to reasonable quality standards for their own export goods; to international exchange rate mechanisms and to appropriate valuation of their national currency; and even to accurate historical accounts of their own insane behavior, over and over again.

The greatest Finnish fraud of all is that of the second World War. The Finns, somehow, have been allowed to rewrite their own history, globally, as though they were NOT openly allied with Adolf Hitler and his Nazi party, despite the fact that they literally put the fucking swastika on their national flag. Look at the contemporary Finnish flag - do you think they put anywhere near as much effort into that? Instead, and merely because of their remote geographic position, they were permitted to redefine their history in terms of Soviet offensives against their Nazi-allied fascist government during that period: the "Winter War" and the "Continuation War" - simply because their remote location permitted them no other open front against any other army. And, while the Germans have accepted responsibility for the horrors of the second World War, and allowed reparations to be paid and stolen property to be returned, the Finnish have been allowed to retain whatever Nazi spoils of war they wanted, and to be entirely absolved of guilt besides - in both historical and jurisprudential contexts. It is a state of affairs that cannot be allowed to stand unless they as a nation agree to full compliance with the basic standards of international law, something that is simply not in sight.

It is now worth noting that the Americans have prevented such a reckoning from happening, in fact, Nazi sympathizers in America have found a way to make what they view as "funny jokes" in support of protracted Naziism for nearly 80 years following the Nazis' loss in the second World War, by feeding stolen intellectual property funded by US, Canadian, British, and other European taxpayers to Finnish technology companies - in every imaginable area of consumer technology from gaming to car phones.

A country and a people like this should live in constant, everlasting fear of war. Not just from their immediate neighbors, but from all corners of the world. Today Finland is an European Union member and uses its membership to extort money from other countries in order to enrich [TRABLUMPKINS] who would otherwise traditionally be very poor. Simply put, they are a shithole. They must be forced to continue to live in fear, not just from Russia, but from Sweden also, until the natural disruptive behavior of their [TRABLUMPKINS] is brought to heel. They should never be allowed into NATO or any other military alliance unless reabsorbed into one or both of their historical overseers. To prescribe any other solution from abroad is simply unnatural and will lead to further legal and human rights abuses akin to those carried out by Adolf Hitler and his allies during the second World War.

III. Conclusion

My final observation on this is just a memory of a serious medical incident I recall having happened to the Villus whilst he was on assignment in Africa, wherein he was apparently severely poisoned, something I empathize greatly with as I have been a victim of similar events. Such is the nature of being forced to deal with Himey and the Schwarzers (as I like to call the American CIA, their Jews, and their helpers).

I have made similar objections to human trafficking techniques used in the recruitment of diplomats in the past, in fact, the latest complaint I made was sent from Brussels on the subject of diplomatic recruitment to professional Jigger Antony Blinken's United State Department:

I leave you all with just one sentiment. I feel that it is not right to abuse unqualified aspirational strivers in this way. Instead, they ought to be directed more naturally to something more appropriate for their origins and aptitudes instead of spending their entire lives in professions to which they are poorly suited. Particularly in cases where poisonings involve permanent damage. I have served as my own doctor for well over a decade through many serious moments as the [TRABLUMPKINS] attempt the same poisonings on me that out-of-control elites of allegedly "democratic" countries attempt on their own public servants. I do not approve of this. It proves nothing and is totally inhumane. This story is not unique, it is that of an entire generation of totally unqualified European public servants who are being made a joke of for the ultimate purpose of ridiculing America, while nothing is being done on the European side to actually contain the Americans' own rogue failed state. It is total disaster in the making, the sacrificial lambs of which cannot possibly be asked to bear the responsibility for what is to come.