Idle Thoughts On A Pop Ballad

This will be a bit free-form. The thirty-year-old artist Anna Jantar was survived by her baby daughter who also went on to became a pop singer. From Infogalactic, on the March 14, 1980 airplane crash:

On its final flight, the aircraft was piloted by Captain Paweł Lipowczan and First Officer Tadeusz Łochocki. Flight 007 … from [New York] Kennedy International Airport … was approaching [Warsaw] Okęcie Airport at 11:13 local time. During their final approach, about one minute before the landing, the crew reported to Okęcie Air Traffic Control that the landing gear indicator light was not operating, and that they would go-around and allow the flight engineer to check if it was caused by a burnt-out fuse or light bulb, or if there was actually some problem with the gears deploying…

Nine seconds later, the aircraft suddenly entered a steep dive. At 11:14:35, after 26 seconds of uncontrolled descent, the aircraft clipped a tree with its right wing and impacted the ice-covered moat of a 19th-century military fortress with the speed of about 380 km/h (238 mph) at a 20-degree down angle, 950 meters away from the runway threshold and 100 meters from a residential area.

At the last moment Captain Paweł Lipowczan, using nothing but the plane’s ailerons, managed to avoid hitting a correctional facility for teenagers…

I’m familiar with that correctional facility from childhood visits. I looked it up now, and it looks the same, it’s still a center for teens with drug addiction and criminal problems.

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Continuing with the Infogalactic article about the airplane crash:

Among the 87 fatalities were Polish singer Anna Jantar, American ethnomusicologist Alan P. Merriam, six Polish students returning home from an AIESEC conference in New York and a contingent of the U.S. amateur boxing team. According to the doctors who arrived at the scene, many of the passengers were apparently asleep when the plane hit the ground, but some of them – including many of the boxers – were supposedly aware that they were about to crash, as they held to their seats so strongly that on impact, the muscles and tendons in their arms became severed. Some reports suggested that some of the boxers actually survived the crash and drowned in the moat, but no evidence for this was presented.

On March 14th of this year, the correctional center hosted a memorial service on the anniversary of the 1980 air disaster:

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Living in Boston in 1999, I occasionally made a Saturday drive to a Polish store in New Britain, Connecticut, where I bought records. I formulated a rule of thumb: buy the CDs that show a plain-looking female artist on the cover — after all, if it’s not the looks that got her the record deal, it must have been the voice.

(That’s not how I rediscovered Anna Jantar, though. What happened, is that I visited Warsaw a few weeks earlier and riding in a taxi to a friend’s apartment, this burst of sunshine from 1974 played on the car’s radio and I asked the driver, “What song is that?”)

In 1977, ABBA gave a concert in Poland. A famous Western band’s appearance behind the Iron Curtain was a big deal. Here is their little-known song “Move On,” with footage from that leg of their tour. The song itself grows on you, and the video even more so when you catch the nuances of Boomers in bloom. Suburban_elk asks:

So they [Boomers] went on canoe trips in the Wilderness and tried to make sense of it, and all they found was hunger. (In their case, that was really all they found. There was not much of a resolution, except that wehn you get hungry enough you will eat just about anything, up to and including, well nevermind.)

The mindspace i am trying to suggest is the Boomers’. Is that still topical or not?

In a way it’s no longer topical. All those concerns that they had — which concerns were Aesthetics — are not the concerns that we have now.

But on the other hand, they are still there and unresolved.

You wonder, should Boomers have remained children — should they all have died before they turned thirty? They were beautiful and unprepared for what hit their world in middle age. For example, Björn Ulvaeus’ son was robbed not too long ago, and that spurred the ABBA veteran to advocate… a cash-free economy. Take Boomers for what they were: they gave us ABBA, the greatest pop music band in history.

And in Sweden… those schoolkids’ future has to be secured but who looks out for them? Sometimes their own parents least of all. Things to see in the “Move On” video linked two paragraphs above:

  • Agnetha Fältskog is a vision. Like just about every young woman, she has those little imperfections that modesty makes irresistible. (0:54)
  • Show time! The fatigue of travel and the stage-fright are forgotten; game-face on. (1:55)
  • Anni-Frid “Frida” Lyngstad accepts flowers from a fan and chats for a moment in the middle of a song. (2:09)
  • Rock stars once tended to their own luggage. (3:00)

I can’t get enough of that “Move On” video. Young Swedes will take their country back once they decide that they’re better-off doing something than nothing. Our brothers across the Baltic Sea are intelligent people with a talent for cooperative action.

On my drive back to Boston, as I played the newly-bought Anna Jantar Greatest Hits double-CD in the car, the next song struck me as one that approaches the ideal form of a female pop ballad. Is it the perfect ballad? I dunno, the French classics are untouchable but no fair, they’re French. This one isn’t in French but its lyrics banish talk, praise the flawed man, are endearingly candid in their grasping for the right words to offer the truth about women, and in all this, she has no idea what she wants.

Nie wierz mi, nie ufaj mi / Don’t believe me, don’t trust me
(Anna Jantar)

Nim coś powiesz, zmilcz / Before you say something, don’t talk
Nim coś powiesz, zważ / Before you say something, reconsider
Bo mówiąc przegrałbyś / Because speaking frankly, you’d lose
A zmilczeć możesz jak poeta / And silent, you’re a poet

Tyle zalet masz / I see so much in you
Tyle zalet masz / I see so much in you
I tyle pięknych wad / And so many beautiful flaws
Cudownych tyle wad / So many wonderful flaws
A jednak / And yet…

Refrain: 
Nie wierz mi, nie ufaj mi / Don’t believe me, don’t trust me
Bo z rąk ci się wywinę / Because I’ll slip out of your hands
Nie jest tak, że w kilka dni / It doesn’t work that way, that in just a few days
Zdobywa się dziewczynę / You win the girl
Nie, nie jest tak / No, that’s not how it goes

Poprowadzisz mnie / You will lead me
Przeprowadzisz mnie / You will guide me
Przez zaufania próg / Over the threshold of trust
Gdzie już byś mieć / Where you can have me
mnie mógł za swoją / As yours

A ja umknę ci / But I will slip away from you
A ja wymknę się / I will sneak away
I ty nie będziesz mógł / And you won’t be able
I ty nie będziesz mógł / And you won’t be able
Mnie pojąć / To know me

[Refrain x2]

Nie wierz mi… / Don’t believe me… [spoken]

(The song was recorded in 1978. Lyrics: Andrzej Bianusz. Music: Antoni Kopff)

That thing I said earlier about modest attire amplifying a cute girl’s attractiveness… this live cover is pretty. Not just because of the song or the teenage girl performing it, but also because of the ethnic integrity of the spectators, without whom there would be no song:

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An Impromptu Reply To Miscegenation Apologia

Below is my impromptu response, slightly edited here, in which I disagree with a commenter’s case for interracial marriage. He also provides a link to a Daily Mail article and the conclusion that “(f)rom a biological perspective, mixed-race relations are desirable.” 

Look around, things are long past debate on interracial marriage. It may have been an interesting subject in the past, but when Germany has imported four million AfroAsians for the purpose of annihilating its own people, when the U.K. runs a state-sponsored campaign of whoring-out preteen English girls to the lowest of human garbage from Pakistan, when Ireland’s government talks about bringing in one million Africans, and when all European countries and their diaspora should be anticipating a bounce-back from their low-births point in the natural cycle of those things, the promotion of interracial marriage, even when done in good-faith, is obscene.

As is anyone’s cavalier attitude about genocide. And a program of blending-out of an entire race of inhabitants of three or four continents is genocide, by any definition.

From the political standpoint, if there is a loose end in the generally pro-West attitude on this subject, it comes from conservatives who had married interracially. Their attitude is understandable but there may be a shortage of sympathy for their predicament because the freeloader effectively says: “I have this half-dark bush trophy, I want you nice fellow White people to make a home for him among yours.” Time will tell if their mixed children will ever find a home among the people of either of their parents. The less egregious interracial mixes (ones where both parents are light-skinned) will very much work out on a case-by-case basis as far as acceptance goes and depending on circumstances. And it helps to remember that the appellant doesn’t get a vote on the question of acceptance; your identity is not what you say it is, it’s what those you’re appealing to for inclusion see it to be.

There are social implications of mixing. From the macro-scale of civilization to the micro-scale of family, properly functioning human relations require cultural homogeneity — with culture being a racial construct. Cohesion, trust, motivation, the very notion of just being yourself, they all depend on the “larger than the sum of its parts” synergy of intact communities.

No man is an island, everything has social consequences and the effects of reproductive choices ripple in time. Mudsharking (this being the most contentious kind of miscegenation) in America observably does the following: tears families apart; ruins holidays; sows ill will in the community; breaks grandparents’ hearts; emotionally cripples the mixed kids; gives group-photos a look of turd in a cream bowl. And all of that is the best-case scenario: I am not going into black males’ paternal incompetence and worse.

From a biological perspective, mixed-race relations are disastrous. The Daily Mail article belies common observation and data. I have never, ever, met a mulatto who impressed me as equal to or more intelligent than his or her White parent. Or more attractive — and I am speaking objectively because “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” is a pretty lie. Mixed-race girls whose one parent is White and the other is dark-skinned are aesthetically almost always a horror show, a mockery of the Platonic ideal of a Girl when set against little White girls. That hair, dude. That complete loss of the European skin’s radiance. Boys too. A charitable way of describing either sex is to call them an upgraded Negro. YMMV of course, if you happen to value the racial integrity of the African and if you don’t count Philip Chism.

And speaking of the Daily Mail, they once featured the memorable confession of an English columnist who couldn’t stand the sight of her own half-Indian daughter, who shockingly, as she put it, looks alien to her.

From a biological perspective, mixed-race relations are also a disaster due to the out-breeding depression which results in a higher incidence of poor health, mental illness and homosexuality (look up the 2003 NIH study). In layman’s terms, things get misaligned when the genetic heritage of the parents is distant. There is not much in the way of aggregate eugenics among mulatto Dominicans, mestizo Central Americans, or africanized Arabs.

I can appreciate a dissenting comment but I am not in any way interested in “debating” the merits of interracial marriage.

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Addendum: there is something retro about that exchange. The days of back-n-forths with another commenter about why mixing is good or bad are from another time. There is no debate with non-Whites or liberals, on anything. I suppose there is “normie-outreach” and teenagers, but I doubt that even they are naive on the question of reproduction warfare.

There is, however, the possibility of my being biased by my American perspective, particularly given this region. So I can’t rule out, say, some Europeans or Wyoming residents going through these “debates” now or in the near future, like they’re new.

Read the above-linked discussion of the Englishwoman’s article at the late Lawrence Auster’s blog. That was in 2007, eleven years ago. Traditionalist discussion has evolved. Auster was considered “extreme” and at one point was threatened by a leading anti-racist organization.

The Five Best Geopolitical Events Of My Lifetime

This covers the 1970s decade through today. Interesting times.

As to the most fortuitous events, I’ll leave the election of Karol Wojtyła as Pope off the Top 5 as “unknown” because I don’t know what his influence was on post-Cold War developments. Nevertheless, I remember his 1978 election like it was last week. The telephone in our Warsaw apartment rang, mom picked it up and moments later shouted: “A Pole was elected Pope last night. Go to the kiosk and buy a newspaper!” I ran, but they were sold out. Not a word on the state-owned TV or radio about the event.

I don’t know the Vatican or its inner workings post-Vatican II. Whatever their secrets, Pope John Paul II was a holy man. Of the volumes of his appeals to the faithful, this one stands out:

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If this were a Top 10 list, I’d have included the Oklahoma and Norway operations because historians, decades from now and with their feelings detached from the horror of innocent lives taken (some of them were innocent), will validate Thomas Jefferson’s words:

“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”

Thoughts of gratitude, which the writing this post has inspired, snowball with recollections of one after another good, significant geopolitical development that took place in my lifetime. Another one that would make the Top 10: Wikileaks. A private citizen disseminating information about corporations and governments to the public, Zuckerberg in reverse.

Technology is a force-multiplier, nothing more, nothing less, and I consider its progress inevitable as long as the northern races live. The effects of its advancement have a way of getting neutralized by subsequent developments or adaptations. For that reason, I’ll rank the technological advances of my lifetime neither as good nor bad. For better and worse, we now have the internet and smartphones.

I’ll also leave the Fall of the Soviet Union off the Top 5 list as “unknown” because we will never know the alternate history. Still, I give thanks for the miracle of an empire’s collapse that occurred for the most part bloodlessly. We may have dodged a thermonuclear war. But for all of the high hopes, the end of the Cold War was also a geopolitical tragedy that ushered in three decades of neoliberalism.

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And finally, on to the five most fortuitous geopolitical events in my lifetime:

5. The Law and Justice Party Triumphs in Poland

The Top 5 countdown begins here. In October 2015, right wing party Law and Justice (PiS) won Polish national elections, displacing the governing liberal party. Among its first acts, the victorious PiS affirmed the rightful place of the crucifix in Poland’s senate chamber and reneged on its predecessor’s agreement to admit migrants to Poland. Two kinds of memes were all over Polish Facebook feeds prior to that election:

  • An image of attractive young people with the caption EXPORT and third world savages with the caption IMPORT
  • “Repatriation, not immigration” slogans condemning the liberal government’s restrictive stance toward Russian-speaking descendants of Poles who had been deported to Siberia, contrasted with the party’s openness to Muslim migrants.

Beyond Poland’s borders, the significance of this victory is the moral and material support the PiS government gave to Hungary, who up to that point was alone in defying the EU on its immigration mandates. As Hungary’s prime minister Viktor Orbán said in his address to 500,000 rally-goers in Budapest last week:

Hungarians were alone in 2010 when we stood up, revolted, and started fighting in Brussels and in other centres of the empire…later Poles, Slovaks, and Czechs joined in support of the Hungarian government’s efforts.

Poland’s stature among Eastern European countries gave Hungary peer support. Without the solidarity expressed by Poland’s newly elected government, Hungary risked becoming an isolated “rogue state” and everybody knows what the bloodthirsty Pentagon does best.

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4. The Rise of the AltRight

It began with Whites asking questions. “What’s up with women?” “Why am I betrayed by the people I voted for?” “Why can’t I be left in peace?” The search for answers to those simple questions tore down the Frankfurt School’s curtain of lies that had been deforming our perception of every aspect of reality.

The AltRight is a synthesis of Pat Buchanan’s moral nationalism and Camille Paglia’s amoral sex realism. It reconnected us with Christian fundamentals and our Greco-Roman heritage, waking Whites up to to the planned destruction of the European race.

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3. Viktor Orbán’s Government

“Hungarians won’t live according to the commands of foreign powers.”
– Viktor Orbán, 2012

Hungary is the savior of Europe. Viktor Orbán was the first European head of state to speak out against the flooding of Europe with a replacement population — and win. The wall he built on his country’s southern border blocked the inflow of “refugees” who were advancing on Germany and England. Without Hungary, the brown deluge would have swallowed Europe.

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2. The Election of President Donald Trump

Globalists had a 16-year plan to destroy Whites. Obama’s two terms were the set-up, the Hillary Clinton administration was supposed to deliver the kill-shot. But they never saw Trump coming. Without his victory, the United States would have:

  • UK-style criminalization of speech
  • A government gun-grab
  • All black crime against Whites effectively decriminalized and all White self-defense drawing felony charges
  • Nationalization of local police departments
  • The rate of immigration doubled or tripled
  • Aggressive race-integration on neighborhood level
  • Pushed pxxxphilia
  • Started a war with Russia.

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1. The Reinvigoration of Russia

The 1990s were a bad time for Russians. Well-connected domestic and foreign Jews looted the country. Russia impotently watched NATO bomb her closest ally, Serbia. The nation’s lowest point was the Kursk submarine accident but I saw that Vladimir Putin is a serious man when he initially declined help from British and Norwegian navies. The world took him seriously when he sacrificed some of the Moscow Theater hostages to kill all of the hostage-takers.

European patriots are in the position of Józef Piłsudski at outbreak of WWI, who understood that his national aspirations for independence are best served when neither the Kaiser nor the Tsar prevail over the other, but that the two empires grind each other down until the captive nations locked under them can rise up.

In the brightest scenario, a resurgent Christian Russia fulfills the Fatima Prophecy. At worst, it’s an imperial oligarchy like America but even under that scenario, it’s good that there is an alternative to the unipolar Jewish world of the past thirty years. So either way:

Slava Rossyii. Urrah.

How Does The Average Person In Sweden See Things?

In Sweden, or anywhere in occupied Europe.

I know exactly what people in the United States thought about Diversity before it marred our landscape: it was a mix of pity, anxiety, and confidence that we’ll never lose control of it. But that was then, this is now.

It would be interesting to learn more about everyday life in Sweden from someone who lives there. Bad-news tweets tell a part of the story but they also make you wonder, how does the average person over there see the reality that comes to us via “cucked Sweden” cliches? The question is complicated by the very term “average person” because the average person is a follower (you forget this because if you are a reader of AltRight blogs, you are a leader to some extent — you’re bucking the liberal culture that you get from politicians, school, telewitz, and clothing store ads).

So this “average person” in Sweden or wherever will tell you that things are fine. He will point to his country’s top score on the World’s Happiness Index. He’ll even say it after experiencing an incident with a mud because he follows the official line that all is well, the immigrants are OK, and it’s the racists who are the threat to peace. He might be a “Number 7” liberal:

Seven: like everyone in the West, they feel that something is very wrong. But unlike those of us who want to confront the problem, liberals are appeasement-oriented. Whomever they seek to appease at any given moment — placate any individuals or entities that comprise the patron-client matrix of neoliberalism — they look with horror upon Trump and the Alt-Right’s aggressive challenge to these seemingly omnipotent forces. Liberals would rather let the wolves pace about so long as we don’t give them a reason to bite, even as the animals grow bolder and meaner with each passing year.

Still, people aren’t automatons. Though he’s a follower, the average person has eyes. Something feels off in his gut but he insists that Sweden is doing well… first, because he believes the cheery messages. Here is one such example of demonic cheer from a Swedish children’s book:

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(Demonic cheer in America is no different. Go to a public library and see the glossy black-grievance and homosexuality-promotion material on display. Americans ignore that stuff like a bad talisman; reverently years ago, cynically now. What do Europeans think of such graphics?)

Then, he believes because he wants to believe. After that, he only pretends to believe. Eventually, he discovers that his expressions of loyalty to the liberal system do not guarantee fair treatment. He might start thinking that his government simply hates him for who he is.

At this point, one of two things happens:

  1. He seeks psychological comfort in doubling-down on his fidelity to liberalism, or
  2. He stops considering his government legitimate.

The bad news: most people will take Door No. 1. The SJW is a product of such doubling-down on submission. The good news: their loyalty is conditional on the system’s display of omnipotence. Door No. 2 is what we red-pilled folks in America, Sweden and elsewhere walked through, some of us decades ago. But this post is not about leaders. It’s about followers, our brothers and sisters who outnumber us by a ratio of more than 9:1.

The difference between them and us, as I said, is that being leaders (on some level), we were, for one or another reason, spiritually equipped to push away the system’s dominant narrative. Some of us found nascent Right Wing blogs and accepted the connection between what we read there and the doubts that were gnawing at us. Others had the religious or social substrate that was stronger than liberalism to begin with, and yet others looked for truth independently. But the average people don’t have any of those truth-seeking impulses, they prefer the comfort of obedience.

Once they feel that the liberal system is no longer a fair master, they will look for a new home. Are average people in Western Europe at a point where they are weighing their options?

Torture

The video below shows a progression of scenes from the 1981 film “Interrogation,” chronicling the breaking down of a Stalin-era political prisoner. What proves Krystyna Janda a great actress is how she makes the extraordinary familiar. Toward the end of the video her character attempts suicide and it looks real. First, her eyes dart sidelong like a schoolboy passing a note behind the teacher’s back, then those wild-animal teeth flash brightly, then her childlike surprise upon finding herself past the point-of-no-return toward death.

Zbigniew Herber’s “The Interrogation of an Angel” is musically interpreted in that video. The poem is typical of Herbert’s pregnant simplicity; in his own words, he does not create images, he just knocks on doors that open freely for anyone who wants to see.

The poem has strange descriptions. “The eons of his hair” is a literal translation, there is no idiomatic meaning. An “angel” is interrogated, referred to as “he” but he is given feminine qualities, with the long hair up in a bun and the blushing. This doesn’t rule out the possibility that subject of the interrogation is a man and the hint of androgyny is a metaphor for innocence. But on another level, Herbert could be talking literally about angels — which are spirits, they don’t reproduce so they don’t have sexual characteristics. They don’t even have material form, though they can assume human shape to accommodate our senses. So with that interpretation: a real angel is locked in human form, is killed, and then something of metaphysical significance happens.

As to depictions of flesh-and-blood human beings, “The Sopranos” features a scene or two in which a hapless wretch sits wide-eyed on a stool as the stony-faced gangsters stand over him. The fellow who ran afoul of Tony’s crew looks like a worm on a hook. There is a reason why people who survive war captivity don’t want to talk about it: torture is not photogenic. The subject doesn’t look like he’s maxing out a rep like they show in heroic movies, he looks like a crying baby. “Dehumanizing” really does mean that.

Can dehumanization be transcended? Yes, if the prisoner’s belief in his rightness is strong. Few people have the constitution to withstand social disapproval, much less torture. Some do, though. So, where physical endurance gives out, there has to be something else because there are many accounts of defiant martyrdom. There was also a Man who was wrongly accused, mocked and spat-on, flogged, a crown of thorns pushed down on his head…

Przesłuchanie Anioła / The Interrogation of an Angel
(Zbigniew Herbert, 1969) 

Kiedy staje przed nimi / Standing before them
w cieniu podejrzenia / in the shadow of suspicion
jest jeszcze cały / he is still wholly
z materii światła / of light’s substance

eony jego włosów / the eons of his hair
spięte są w pukiel / are pulled in a lock
niewinności / of innocence

po pierwszym pytaniu / after the first question
policzki nabiegają krwią / his cheeks flush red

krew rozprowadzają / the blood is distributed
narzędzia i interrogacja / with tools and interrogation

żelazem trzciną / with iron and cane
wolnym ogniem / with open flame
określa się granice / the body’s limits
jego ciała / are defined

uderzenie w plecy / a strike to the back
utrwala kręgosłup / fixes the spine
między kałużą a obłokiem / between a puddle and a cloud

po kilku nocach / after a few nights
dzieło jest skończone / the work is completed
skórzane gardło anioła / the leathery throat of the angel
pełne jest lepkiej ugody / is full of sticky agreeableness

jakże piękna jest chwila / how beautiful is the moment
gdy pada na kolana / when he falls to his knees
wcielony w winę / guilt incarnate
nasycony treścią / saturated with narrative

język waha się / the tongue hesitates
między wybitymi zębami / between the broken teeth
a wyznaniem / and the confession

wieszają go głową w dół / they hang him head-down

z włosów anioła / from the hair of the angel
ściekają krople wosku / drip drops of wax
tworząc na podłodze / forming on the floor
prostą przepowiednię / a simple prophecy

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Songs From Yugoslavia

Hej Slovani, naša reč / Hey, Slavs, our Slavic language
Slovanska živo klije / Lives on

Those are lyrics from the former Yugoslavia’s national anthem. The wording and language varies a bit between the different national groups that comprised “The Land of Southern Slavs.” Balkan experience is different from that on the northern plains. The mountains and the shadow of the Ottoman empire shaped things differently than our history did, with Germany to the west and Tsar/Stalin to the east.

Doris Dragović Željo Moja. I linked to a live performance at 1986 Eurovision because there is some vintage Euro stuff in the announcers’ prelude to this performance, including a shot of Norwegian reindeer-sledding. But you can look up the recorded version easily for a high-definition sound; it’s a pretty song. It is introduced in English and French as “Love is Fire” for some reason, but Željo Moja means “My Wish.” It’s interesting to compare languages. For example, the line before the chorus:

Croatian: “Tiho tiho, suzo, ne daj se”
Polish: “Cicho cicho, łzo, nie daj się”
English: “Hush hush, my tears, don’t give in”

1991 Yugoslavian Civil War. The wounded Serbian soldier in the footage below appears to have been conscripted and assigned to a unit that didn’t have much in the way of leadership. He was left behind by his platoon, interrogated here by a more professional-looking Croatian unit that found him:

Croat commander: “Don’t worry, we won’t kill you”
Serb: “Please don’t, brothers”
Croats [laughing]: “Brothers? we are not brothers”

Serbian and Croatian languages are nearly identical, though the former is written in Cyrillic and the latter in Roman alphabet. The enemy soldiers in the video communicate without difficulty. My fluency in Polish allows me to pick up many of the individual words but without the subtitles, I’d be almost, but not quite, able to understand what they are saying.

It seems nonsense to us now, to see Serbs and Croats at each others’ throats. We just don’t understand the Balkans of that period. It helps to envision things coming to a showdown right here. Compare their ethnic conflict to our incipient ideological one and think about the liberal down the street who’d have you fired from your job if he discovered that you comment on right wing blogs. In a hypothetical situation similar to the one in the video, we’d understand our prisoner’s English just fine and all the same, we’d laugh at his appeals to brotherhood.

I think a lot about this. I don’t want a civil war so I’ve tried to be patient with libs because our paths are not separate, we’re just having to wait out their hysteria. But neither reason nor compassion works. There is no communication. They want to go down, and take us with them.

“In the modern Europe there is no room for homogeneous national states. It was an idea from 1800s, and we are going to carry it [multiculturalism] through…and we are going to create multi-ethnic states.” — Gen. Wesley Clark

NATO’s bombing of Christian Serbs on behalf of Muslim gangsters woke me up to the malevolent nature of the American empire. There was a news story about U.S. bombers hitting a downtown bridge in Serbia and people scrambling to help the wounded civilians. Then the planes made another pass, this time killing the bystanders who ran to give first aid. A man was quoted grieving over his teenage daughter, who was among the people who rushed to help.

Amadeus Band’s Moja Zemlja (“My Country”) features a contemporary HD video of a Serb special ops team rescuing a hostage in a hero-villain story. Watching it will increase your testosterone. As a commenter here once put it:

One thing that I’ve noticed about the music scene among the Slavs, is that a lot of mainstream music takes on nationalistic, militaristic, masculine/patriarchal and anti-“globalist” themes, and isn’t relegated to the fringe like it is in the western world. Love and pride of culture, country and people is promoted rather than outright ignored or even intentionally trashed.

There was a tired quality to Warsaw Pact’s and Yugoslavian armed forces. Since then, and especially as a result of several countries’ joining NATO, it’s been a different story. As dramatized in the video, the armed forces of these countries have modernized and some of them have combat experience in Afghanistan and Iraq. And arguably, morale and personnel quality is higher in east-central Europe than elsewhere on the continent.

Bijelo Dugme Te Noci Kad Umrem (“The Night I Die”). The great Bosnian band — I blogged about them a while back. The song is about different women’s reactions to the news of the speaker’s death. The guitarist (wearing a white shirt) in this 1987 fan-participation live performance, Goran Bregović, is now regarded in Europe as the Balkan folk-pop musician.

Divlje Jagode Krivo Je More (“The Sea is Wrong”) is a contemporary performance some years after the power ballad’s original release. Also from Bosnia. Something I find cool in Yugoslavian languages is the words that have an “r” but without any nearby vowel. They are spoken in a trochaic consonant burst. Examples: srce (heart), krv (blood), mrvica (crumb), or crni (black). Their equivalents in Polish are more pronounceable: serce, krew, mrówka, czarny.

Ti, ti si ga upoznala / You, you met him
jedne ljetne večeri / one summer evening
On, on te poljubio / He, he kissed you
dok more se pjenilo / while the sea was foaming
I ti si se zaljubila / And you fell in love
mada nisi htjela to / though you didn’t want to

Krivo je more / The sea is wrong
Znaj, ljeto je varljivo / You know, summer is deceptive
a srce ti zavodljivo / and your heart was seduced

Kući kad si došla ti / When you came home
znala si da si u zabludi / you knew you were lost
A to veče uz mora šum / But that evening by the roaring sea
Od sreće sva si blistala / you blissfully glowed
Krivo je more / The sea is wrong

Yugoslavian National Anthem, (1943 – 1992). Its opening line is at the top of the post. The melody is based on “Mazurek Dąbrowskiego,” which has been the national anthem of Poland since 1926, but the Yugoslav variation is at slower tempo. The video shows propaganda images from pre-civil war Yugoslavia, along with English subtitles.

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“We are not brothers.”
— Croat soldiers laughing at a wounded Serb POW

Is that still true?

Laibach. Their pan-Slavic interpretation of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia anthem in English, from their 2006 “Volk” album: