7-10-25 Its HIM who feels DIMINISHED

                   I’m at the old farmhouse & have been having so much trouble, turmoil, reverses & such. I see the kitchen & connected to it the living room & things have IMPROVED.

          A LADY has come to me, a dear friend. Or I should say she has become dear to me as she is helping me a lot – getting it all straightened out.

          I see outside something to do with dogs. {means inner senses}

          Now this MAN comes to me.

          He’s one of TWO MEN I LOVE. He is the 2^nd one that comes to me – the first has already been here.

          So the 2^nd one comes – he wants my love, it’s like courtship. He wants to know if thing are better for me, if I’m OK.

          I tell him things have improved greatly due to this lady – who is a DOCTOR. We stand in the living room looking through a large picture window & I see about 4-5-6 HORSES, dark, & they seem to be partly covered with MUD & they are facing away from me, meandering there – the light is dim outside. He does NOT pay attention to the horses & he listens to me as I whisper in his ear {why on earth do I TELL him this?}

          “The husband of this lady is the man I’m in love with.”

          This is a TERRIBLE SECRET for two reasons; obviously I’m in love with my good friend’s husband – that’s bad. And second, this man who’s in love with me will be hurt it’s not him.

          So this 2^nd man now leaves because I preferred someone else. But he comes back through the kitchen wearing sort of ‘pajamas’ – strange – the pants are loose cotton like large hound’s tooth checks {black on white}. And he brings back what looks like a golf club but it’s half the size of that, very thin & black – & he was using it before while he was here as a sort of support or cane to go through the snow {make sense? Haha} & now he’s returning it.

          I felt he wanted an EXCUSE to return because he still loves me & just wanted to see me. So I take the occasion to whisper in his ear,

          “I love you too.”

          But he disregards this it seams he’s 2^nd best – & is going to leave – I just make a shrugging gesture like,

          “OK, whatever….”

          Knowing if his love is strong he will return, it will work, but if it isn’t no matter. I leave it to FATE or whatever should be, will be.

          He was also wearing a black beanie hat both times.

          MEANING:

          {This was complicated & mysterious; I could not even tackle it until the next day. I SENSE it’s about a man I’m working on a project with who has suddenly broke off communications.

          Somehow he feels DIMINISHED, he’s 2^nd best – I love someone else More & even though I love him – it’s not enough – he wants to be #1!

          But that can’t be as the MAN I love is Jesus! And the woman who helps me is His Holy Mother – in this dream they are husband & wife or partners.

          She’ the one that is HEPING ME straightening out the numerous challenges I have – I show this man but he disregards my problems, he is only concerned with how much I LOVE HIM & if I don’t show HIM enough love, he is leaving.

          So that explains the rift or change – it’s his PRIDE – which has to be nourished!

          It’s like two paths – I’ve often been here before – some certain man wants me – even super rich, super handsome, super status men – but I turned them down because of my PATH with God would be interrupted – I SENSED it was not the right way.

          What are the DARK HORSES, some covered with mud – lol. It’s my LIFE STORY & the PROJECTS I undertook which AGAINT ALL ODDS &  unexpectedly, SUCCEEDED. It was the work for God, which God EMPOWERED – which the word did not understand or respect.

         This dream says this man doesn’t care about all that {as I look through the picture window, he doesn’t even care to look}– my life – my projects – it’s himself he cares about – being loved. But somehow – not sure how – he fees DIMINISHED by my LOVE OF GOD!

          The ‘dark horses,’ some being COVERED WITH MUD is how my projects were ‘thrown mud’ on or disparaged, criticized looked down on –– so many things.  The horses are walking away from me, at least one with HIS HEAD DOWN which means sorrow or depression, – which is how they make you feel when they disrespect you.

          He LEAVES but returns & when he does he reveals himself to me. The ‘cane or club’ –half the size of a golf club – is symbol of his PENIS. I have made him feel DIMINISHED- & it’s black & thin, which is total depression. He used it as a support means he leaned on his manhood/masculinity, feeling strong, but I took that away somehow {?}.

          The hound’s tooth, loose pants – well, a hound’s tooth sounds like anger – as a dog would bite – & this is CLEAR – black & white means CLEAR – like the ‘writing on the wall’ or ‘clear as black & white’. I made this man MAD but HOW? Must check what I sent him that day.

          Now the black beanie cap, what is that? Head is MIND – thoughts – so to put a BLACK CAP on this would be depression – the end – a funeral.

Something has REALLY turned him off!

            dark horse

someone or something whose abilities, plans, or feelings are little known to others. (From a race horse about which little or nothing is known.) It’sdifficult to predictwhowillwintheprize—therearetwo or threedarkhorses in thetournament. Everyonewassurprised at theresults of theelection.Thedarkhorsewon.

          1. Someone who unexpectedly wins a competition. NobodythoughtChericouldwintheraceafterbreakingherleglastyear,butsheturnedout to be a darkhorseandtookfirstplace. No onethoughtthebrashnewcomerwould be a threat to theestablishedcandidates,buthe’sturningout to be a realdarkhorse in thiscampaign.I’drather be a darkhorsethan be expected to winandhaveanythinglessseen as a failure.

2. Someone whose skills, abilities, plans, or intentions are or had been unapparent to others. Primarily heard in UK, Australia.Angelawassuddenlyviewed as a darkhorsewhenshedisplayedherbeautifulsculptures at theartfair.Nobodyknewshehadsuchartistictalent . Wow, I thoughtLizhadthehighestGPA in thegradeforsure.WhoknewDaniellewas a darkhorsewithsuchgoodgrades? Rosewas a darkhorsewhenshesigned up forthetalentshow—nooneknewshecouldsinglikethat!

7-10-25 Begin Answering Body Building Questions

1. What was it that made you want to start lifting weights

This has multi dimensional answers. Do I really know my UNCONSCIOUS mind?  Mostly I wanted to have a BEAUTIFUL BODY.  Specifically it was 1964 & I was SIX MONTHS pregnant. Everyone told one once you have a baby, your body goes to pot. I did not want this to happen so weight lifting would prevent it.

          I saw men lift weights. My brother lifted weights for high school football.

          When I was 14 living on the farm in New Jersey we knew this gorgeous police officer named Jim Doud. He wore a black uniform, had dark hair, – everyone was in love with him. He often visited us to speak with Mom & a 19 year old female who lived with us. He knew them from ‘Thorne’s Milk Bar’ where they both worked.

          When he visited it was always in uniform so of course he oozed sex appeal, but I was just a skinny 14 year old.

           Mom & this other lady LOOKED DOWN on me, like I was nothing – they even told me, directly & in actions, that I was ‘nothing,’ ‘not a good sight to look at’ & people stared at me in the street {when I wore shorts & a tank top} NOT because I was pretty but OTHER REASONS {what I could not imagine}. My Mom sought to demoralize me, take away my PRIDE, self respect & confidence, & she had marshaled these two persons – the 19 yr old female & my 17 yr old brother – to help her – which they gladly did for years. {They were see-sawed up when I was down.}

          So you have to picture this waif, like Cinderella, broken down by her family & peers – subjected to daily hate – feeling inconsequential but wanting to lift her head high. I was the house slave. They all worked outside & gained money. I was given no allowance but had to do all the housework as well as ironing their clothes & baby sitting a toddler. I was not allowed to cheerlead even, while my brother played football, because there was too much work to do at home.

          An incident with Jim Doud the cop proved they were wrong – I was not ugly. In fact, I had APPEAL FOR MEN.

          One day Jim Doud stops by the house & we are alone. He aid he thought my Mom or other lady were there.  I made him some tea & we sat in the kitchen. Then we step outside & he sees my bro’s weights lying there. He sets up some cinder blocks & loads up a barbell & puts it on them. He then takes off his shirt & t-shirt & proceeds to demonstrate how he lifts weights. I am in awe, just stood there shy as can be, hardly saying a word.

          Then the 19 year old comes home & is FLUSTRED that Jim is doing the weight routine in front of me, half naked & we’re all alone – as both she & Mom were infatuated with him. She keeps asking me,

          “How long has he been here?”

          over & over, worried something might have happened, & I keep lying,

“Ten minutes.”

            Josie aborted my meeting with the beautiful cop & I eventually forgot about it.

          Many years later as I was writing my biography the incident came to mind & Mother God {within me} said,

          “He was grooming you –  you were only 14 but in 3 years you would have been legal, so this was making your acquaintance. He was attracted to you – not your Mom or Josie.  But you could not imagine it as you were so beaten down. But this is proof of your desirability to men.

          In this demoralized state, shortly after – age 16 – I got a ride to California & there started my career. I was keen to prove myself, that I was good looking. I suspected I had a good body. I was obsessed with entering beauty contests but I learned most local yokel contests were fixed – as ugly girls who were related to the promoters & judges got the top spots – I saw movie-star quality females not even place!

          But the ONE contest that was NOT fixed was Miss NUDE Universe. Long story explained elsewhere. I WON that & it got me into Playboy.

          And I became a dancer – first go-go dancing where I proved myself a star of sorts, then headliner of the Coast to Coast Baker-Berger Circuit, where ending up at the Roxy Theater on 42^nd St. NYC, downstairs was Tom Minichiello’s mid-city gym. I saw a sign in the window – Miss Americana. Asked him if I had a chance & he said YES. That was the contest where I met Franco & Arnold – 1972.

          To go back to 1964 I was pregnant with my child little Kellie, living in Santa Monica next to the Pier, went to an IFBB store where Dave Draper {who later sued Joe Weider was usng his pics without paying him} was sitting working on something. The man refused to sell me over 5 lb dumbbells, he feared I might hurt myself. I took them & went to another store for 10 pounders & eventually used my husband’s regular weights. He guided me on the standard routine which I kept for the rest of my life with some improvements.

          I also understood that the hard lifting of weights dissipated some of the anger at being abused – I had PTSD from what Mom did for years. You know how people are encouraged to beat a pillow with a plastic baseball bat or do some other extreme exercise to vent negative energies – it works. So the weights served multiple functions for me. Throughout my career I trained almost every day – I even took 15 lbs dumbbells with me on the road like the Playboy Club Chicago. I intended to keep what they advertised as “Miss Nude Universe – the most beautiful body in the World.” Someone brought my Mom to see me in NYC & they said she CRIED when she saw me on stage. Did not explain why. After all that hate & abuse – before she died she said to the other kids, “Rasa was the best one.”

            The gym where the famous body builders trained was close to me – “Gold’s Gym”- Venice, at that time a bit of a slum. I did not go there {it was men only} but I frequently went across the street from my apt to play volleyball – the renowned Muscle Beach.   {End}

But I smash through

          I was in a giant Church flying along the ceiling, round & round. It was the paintings of the Sistine Chapel but this was larger, & I was having the time of my life flying by the ceiling & chanting Hallelujah! Over & over.

          *{This I me exclaiming “Woman, Thou Art God” or something to do with emancipation of women & I am joyful. My spiritual power makes me do these things. I represent Matriarchy, female family/world dominance.}*

          A Priest, who could not fly, wanted to stop me & he found some technical way to climb up on something & he grabs me & we struggle as he wants to STOP ME from EXPRESSING MYSELF. I seem to be pulling on his flesh & skin tightly – on his hands & not sure what he does to me but our hands are in powerful combat – he is strong & so am I.

          *{The Priest represents PATRIARCHY & he wants to stop me & make the world believe men are dominant. He cannot fly means he has no SPIRITUAL POWER & he can only stop me-woman through PHYSICAL means. We are both equally strong PHYSICALLY. In this dream we are pinching each other’s hands intensely…this symbolizes how SATAN cannot reach Heaven or where we are in our SPIRITUAL NATURE but he can only TEMPT, distract us, derail us ON EARTH, in our flesh & that is the only way he can top us on earth from entertaining the joys of our spiritual liberty. This might cast a thought to how I got female bodybuilding established – changing the Overton window so they would start body building contests – so women could face the demons of Patriarchy on the physical level, by gaining machisma.}*

          After that he tries another tactic to interfere with me. He & his associates find a man who is like St. Joseph & they parade him through the Church. People believe in this man so much – he’s a symbol of goodness – family man & Saint – that the attention goes away from me & everyone looks at him. So this is the second way this man interferes with me.

          This St. Joseph person, I see him close walking by with men around him & he looks like “Family Joe, the man next door,” with straight light hair & a beige sweater, soft, & he gives off a feeling of innocence.  I only see him from the back, head & shoulders, with men close around him escorting him like he’s their ICON.

          *{Presenting this man who is St. Joseph or an ICON / REPRESENTATION of him is saying,

          “Man is the head of the family, ordained by God. He is the one we must look up to – not woman – Look TO THE MAN for God’s leadership…But understand, this is a SYMBOL that the Priest, or a man, has CREATED. He says this – not God. He ‘cannot fly’ – this is all happening on earth from the flesh, not from the Spirit of God, the Holy Spirit. Here men idolize certain men – hero worship.}*

          But then I have to go to the rest room & when I’m in there, my original enemy the Priest, sets up some kind of contraption around me – a box which is painted white & it has several sides but it goes round & round, around the sides there are openings but not big enough to get out of. I try to get out of this box – it was a setup – I heard those guys talking about it – & it’s not possible, but nevertheless, I smash through it.

          *{I SMASH THROUGH the Patriarchy with ‘Woman Thou Art God’ – female body building & various other exploits including ‘Stripping for God.’ I break free of the ‘glass ceiling’, the restrictions against women by demonstration, by activities, not only words.}*

Then I go to that Priest, grab him by the neck as if to strangle him & exclaim into his face,

“How would you like to be jammed into a box you can’t get out of?”

*{And having ESCAPED – smashing through – I now turn the tables & CONFRONT the Patriarchy asking how would they like to be restricted?  Notice the box they enslaved me in was painted WHITE as they are pretending it’s a GOOD THING. It has OPENINGS but you can’t get free – the openings aren’t big enough. They wanted to restrict our freedoms, keep us enclosed within boundaries set up by them & convince us it was righteous.}*   {End}

WAR.  It seems to be as old as time itself.  And so many people seem to think it is inevitable.  However, it turns out that is not really true. War is neither timeless nor inevitable.  It has a beginning, and it has an end.  The beginning was about 7000 years ago (with the advent of patriarchy), while the end will be coming very soon (with the inevitable fall of patriarchy and rise of Matriarchy in the not-too-distant future).  And the end can’t come soon enough!
(Especially now with the world being at 89 seconds to midnight (!) on the Doomsday Clock. That is, the risk of nuclear war is the highest it has been in quite a while now.  If, God forbid, a “hot” war between the USA and Russia and/or China or North Korea were to occur, the odds of it going nuclear are practically certain.  Even a hot war with Iran is an extremely risky move to say the least, and thus very ill-advised for the USA to join!  The best that one could hope for in that scenario is an even more destabilized Middle East, and it goes downhill from there.)

Patriarchy inherently rewards aggression and violence, no doubt about that.  And it messes with our heads so as to condition us to accept such violence as normal.  And of course there is men’s tendency to think that war and scarcity are inevitable, which become self-fulfilling prophecies.  Women, on the other hand, would tend to reject such backwards thinking if they were in charge.  The late, great Buckminster Fuller himself said as much.
But there is also another reason why war is likely to occur under patriarchy, and that reason is discussed in depth by Major General Smedley Butler in his 1935 book, War Is A Racket.  Put simply, war is indeed a racket that is designed to further enrich the already ultra-rich oligarchs.  In other words, its genesis is none other than evil and powerful men who are willing to lie, cheat, steal, and kill for filthy lucre, and those sycophantic lackeys and ignorant masses who are brainwashed and duped to go along with it.   And of course, we know that patriarchy itself inevitably leads to oligarchy in the first place due to its “might makes right” and “winner take all” paradigm (that is nowadays most often cleverly disguised by the persistent and utterly hollow myth of “meritocracy”).

Indeed, patriarchy itself can be thought of as a gender war writ large, and the only way to end it once and for all–and all other wars that come from it–is for men to surrender to Women.  It’s a war men have lost before the war even began, despite winning nearly every battle–men just don’t realize it yet.
That said, General Butler’s book is more about how the perennial racket of war actually works in practice, and how to smash it for good (as opposed to the why the oligarchy exists in the first place).  But it goes a very long way towards explaining it, and he would be spinning in his grave if he were to see today’s massive, imperialistic war machine.

Maj Gen Smedley Butler’s book is the greatest anti-war document written

From the Wikipedia article:

In War Is a Racket, Butler points to a variety of examples, mostly from World War I, where industrialists, whose operations were subsidized by public funding, were able to generate substantial profits, making money from mass human suffering.The work is divided into five chapters:

1. War is a racket
2. Who makes the profits?
3. Who pays the bills?
4. How to smash this racket!
5. To hell with war!

It contains this summary:”War is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives. A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small ‘inside’ group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.”
Then he goes on to discuss who exactly profits from it and how.  It turns out it is not just weapons manufacturers, but also the big banks and other businesses that directly or indirectly deal with it as well.  In fact, the banksters are probably the biggest beneficiaries of war, since they lend money to finance it and then claw back so much in interest.  And manufacturers of non-weapons goods also have a market to sell their wares to in the military.  And of course, let’s not forget all the resources plundered from the other countries as “spoils of war”.

(And now we can add “defense contractors”, aka mercenary corporations, such as DynCorp, Blackwater, Halliburton, KBR, Raytheon, et al. to the list of war profiteers as well.)
War is, of course, a negative-sum game overall.  It does not really create wealth on balance, it actually destroys far more than it creates.  But it certainly brings in a ludicrous amount of ill-gotten wealth in the form of profit, plunder, and usury for the oligarchy.  As for the idea that it “stimulates the economy” in the short run, that is technically true, but as neo-Keynesian economist Dr. Paul Krugman has famously noted years ago, a faked alien invasion would be every bit as stimulating, but without all of the serious side effects such as countless deaths, injuries, PTSD, family breakdown, resource depletion, pollution, ecological damage, and property damage.
In other words, it steals, kills, and destroys.  Kinda like….SATAN. 
And guess who foots the bill for it all?  You guessed it–the taxpayers.  The oligarchs pull the wool over our eyes, while laughing all the way to the bank.  But truly the biggest part of the bill is paid for in blood by the soldiers themselves.  And even for those who survive the horrors of war, it still takes its toll on them regardless, both physically and psychologically.  And these soldiers generally hail not from the ranks of the wealthy, but rather from the poor and broader working class.  Not much has changed in that regard today, it seems.

(Note that since the gold standard was abolished in 1971, our Monetarily Sovereign federal government does not actually need taxes to fund anything, since they can just “print” (create) the money now if they wanted.  But since wars inherently chew through ludicrous amounts of non-monetary resources, all wars are thus inflationary regardless, so We the People still pay for it in the form of higher prices.)

And that’s to say nothing of the human toll of civilians in the other countries as well, who bear the brunt of it.
Then, General Butler discusses how to smash this evil racket once and for all.  To summarize, the three steps are as follows:  1) Take the profit out of war, 2) Put it up to a vote (limited to those who would be eligible for the draft) as to whether or not a war should be declared, and 3) Limit our military forces to home defense purposes.  Otherwise, nothing will stop the racket.

Again, as noted on Wikipedia:

In the booklet’s penultimate chapter, Butler recommended three steps to disrupt the war racket:

1. Making war unprofitable. Butler suggests that the means for war should be “conscripted” before those who would fight the war:

It can be smashed effectively only by taking the profit out of war. The only way to smash this racket is to conscript capital and industry and labour before the nation’s manhood can be conscripted. […] Let the officers and the directors and the high-powered executives of our armament factories and our steel companies and our munitions makers and our ship-builders and our airplane builders and the manufacturers of all other things that provide profit in war time as well as the bankers and the speculators, be conscripted — to get $30 a month [NOTE: that’s $667/month in 2024 dollars], the same wage as the lads in the trenches get.

2. Acts of war to be decided by those who fight it. He also suggests a limited referendum to determine if the war is to be fought. Eligible to vote would be those who risk death on the front lines.
3. Limitation of militaries to self-defense. For the United States, Butler recommends that the Navy be limited, by law, to operating within 200 miles of the coastline, and the Army restricted to the territorial limits of the country, ensuring that war, if fought, can never be one of aggression. 

Indeed, the time to end all of this insanity and evil is yesterday.  So what do we do in the meantime while patriarchy still exists?  Thus, inspired by Butler, I propose that a new law be passed that we call the War Pigs Act, named after both the ineffectual and toothless War Powers Resolution of 1973 and the 1970 Black Sabbath song “War Pigs”.  The first part of the new law would put some teeth in the War Powers Act by closing the loopholes and holding the President liable for any consequences of a war that is not authorized by Congress and is not during a state of emergency caused by an attack on the USA.  And absent a formal declaration of war by Congress, absolutely NO war may last beyond 90 days (60 days followed by a 30 day withdrawal), save for a temporary authorization of force that expires 90 days after the authorization passes or 180 days after the war began (if it began before the new law went into effect), whichever occurs first.  After that, there must be a formal declaration of war, or the war must end.  Period.

The second part of the law would implement some of General Butler’s recommendations from his book, taking into account that we currently have an all-volunteer military.  Take the profit out of war, first of all.  Use the tax code to do so.  And for any war lasting beyond six months (which by definition would now require a formal declaration of war), require an annual limited plebiscite of all citizens that would be eligible for military service.  Make it a non-secret ballot such that those who vote “yes” would be drafted if we run out of volunteers, followed by those who abstain from the vote if necessary.  Those who vote “no” would be exempt from any such draft.  A kind of “consensual conscription”, if you will.  We would all have skin in the game.  Women would be included as well, but before they draft the very first Woman, we should draft men in their 40s and 50s first.  That’s the demographic group who starts the wars but rarely fights them.  It’s only fair, right fellas?  Watch as war becomes a thing of the past, at least for the stupid ones and decade(s) long quagmires like Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, etc.

(It would also be a good idea to do like the Iroquois once did:  give Women elders the power to VETO any decision to go to war.  That alone would prevent essentially all wars that are not waged in strict and absolute defense of the homeland.)

For the record, I am personally 100% against the draft on principle.  Unless absolutely necessary, I view it as a form of slavery and involuntary servitude, and if there were ever such a thing as a truly just war (as per St. Augustine’s Just War Theory criteria), which is about as rare as a unicorn, conscription would be unnecessary, since volunteers would be plentiful.  And today’s technology further makes it largely obsolete to raise such large numbers of boots on the ground.  But since nuance, gray areas, and exceptions that prove every rule do in fact exist in the real world (see WWII and the American Civil War, for example), I will note that if we ever must have a draft, only those who voted yes (or chose not to vote) for such a war should be drafted.

General Butler was a true American hero and patriot.  After his distinguished career in the United States Marine Corps including during WWI (during and after which he eventually found out just how much of a racket it really was), he later quashed an attempted Wall Street fascist coup against FDR’s government in 1933-1934.  Yes, there really was a plot by the Rockefellers, Mellon Bank, Standard Oil, General Motors, Goodyear, US Steel, and many others (including pro-Nazi forces!) to overthrow the federal government and install their own fascist dictatorship do their bidding, complete with concentration camps for, in their own words, “Jews and other undesirables”.  And the money for the plot bankrolled by the big banks/corporations was funneled through Prescott Bush’s companies (yes, THAT Bush, who also did business with the Nazis as well).  They all thought they could use Butler for the plot and he pretended to play along at first, only to foil their plot by telling Congress about it just before it went ahead.  He literally saved America from falling to full-blown fascism, in other words.  He was indeed history’s original whistleblower, and then in 1935, he wrote his magnum opus, which unfortunately fell on deaf ears the world over.  
War was a racket then, and still is today.  And it always will be as long as it exists.

As General Butler famously said, 

“TO HELL WITH WAR!”
“Either war is obsolete, or man is.”

— Buckminster Fuller

“War, what is it good for?  Absolutely NOTHING!”

— Edwin Starr

“Come the war, come the avarice, come the war, come hell…Come attrition, come the reek of bones, come attrition, come hell…This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake…And this is why, this is why we fight…”

— The Decemberists

“Now the labor leader’s screaming when they close the missile plant, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. Call it peace or call it treason, call it love or call it reason, but I ain’t marching anymore.”

— Phil Ochs

“I declare the war is over, it’s over, it’s over…”

— Phil Ochs

“But the hardest thing I’ll ask you, if you would only try, is take your children by their hands and look into their eyes.  And there you’ll see the answer you should have seen before.  If we win the wars at home, there’ll be no fighting anymore”

— Phil Ochs 
“We share the same biology, regardless of ideology. But what might save us, me and you, Is if the Russians love their children too”
— Sting and Sergei Prokofiev