Estonian ethno-police arrested a local today who was sending out messages to members of the Isamaa (essentially a neo-Nazi party headed by Mart Laar) from either a computer that belongs to Toomas Hendrik Ilves himself, the "president" of the ethnocracy or by impersonating Ilves. By the way in the tongue of the Finno-Ugric tribesmen, who represent about 65% (in reality about 55% to 60%) of Estonia's population, Ilves means a lynx. However - for reasons of his portly complexion and fondness for tuxedos, the fellow is also popularly known as penguin (incidentally, in Czech penguin is tučňák or literally a fat guy) among his fellow tribesmen, so in translation it sounds like that the lynx is a penguin, which is symptomatic for the paradoxical, make-belief, invented schizophrenic atmosphere of post-Soviet Estonian ethnocracy.
So either the good man got hold of Ilves' computer or pretended he, the man, is the penguin, either or - I didn't figure which but the missive was filled with grotesque obscenities and curses - which sounds appropriate for a piece of correspondence addressed to Mart Laar and the lifeforms lower than him (though hardly anything can be lower than Mart Laar). As this happened - a local friend told me about the Estonian Nazis success of arresting the dangerous impersonator - I ran a few searches on the Internet to look up who this fellow Toomas Ilves is - who apparently likes to be seen more Estonian than are "real" Estonian, but he fails the test as seems to be more intelligent and even more bombastic than 99% of the tribesmen. To be more Estonian than Estonian is almost impossible task to perform because an Estonian - unlike a Russian, a Frenchman or an American - is purely tribal ethnic category that has no cultural attractiveness on its own - like Latvians they even manage to discriminate against each other never mind the outsiders. If Frenchmen (or Russians for that matter) are bound by common history, culture, language and the sense of being a nation, the same of common destiny and purpose, Estonians -for the lack of either history, culture in the modern sense (European Union's efforts at appointing fake "capitals of culture" notwithstanding) or any sense of being a nation as opposed to tribe, seek solace in their peasant roots , folkloric attributes and their fantastic tribal origins which make Bible look new by comparison. By definition the group, a number of relict tribes whom Russian government's efforts made "a nation" or "a people" by around 1880s, is both reclusive and not at all inclusive. And here I find out that Ilves' grandmother is a Russian speaker and his mother is Jewish. Which is perfectly fine with me though is somewhat puzzling - again because identity changes happen, but usually from equal to equal, or from inferior to superior, rarely from superior to inferior as seems to be the case with Ilves. So although I was perplexed with the discovery, it did provide some sort of perverted explanation of Ilves's irrational Russophobia, I kept looking - that took a few minutes or so.
Then I discovered a blog called Itching for Eestimaa - kept by a fellow, ostensibly an American (or someone spent an inordinate amount time in the US - judging by the style and the language intricacies), who apparently through the intimacy of a peasant cunt became a devout "esthophile" armed with a monumental blog dedicated to spreading outrageous propaganda myths - like of Estonia being a Nordic country (it is neither Nordic nor, I am afraid, a country) - spiced with the typically post-Soviet Estonian racist rot.
Like (that's about Ilves whom the author favors):"
"The guy does have a brain, despite his 'Russian jewish' heritage" - ah, that's what it is all about...
A fairly very typical attitude - now I recall Obama (oh bummer!) election. I was in Reval at the time . Reval - or Revel in Russian - is the proper name of the town that is now referred to as Tallinn in the ethno parlance or is Tallinna in Finnish or, let's take another one, Tálín in Czech though under Estonian ethno-Nazi pressure Czech officials do now occasionally write the name of the town as Tallinn in direct contradiction to and with open disregard for the norms of the Czech language, which unlike Estonian is an old literary language and which, unlike modern Estonian, knows no double consonants. The struggle for Talin and its lls and nns reminds me of the ongoing battle for Georgia (no, not the one that ended when General John Bell Hood evacuated besieged Atlanta). Funnily enough there is a place called Tálín in Southern Bohemia. So Obama won. I was listening to Madam Lauristin talking nonsense on the radio. Lauristin is an Estonian ethno-Nazi, Huntington-style fascist and an author of a number of Russophobic pamphlets, though her mother was a dedicated Soviet Estonian who regretted dissolution of the USSR and her father, Johannes, was a devout Communist, someone who was instrumental to the peaceful incorporation of the territory as "national republic" into the Soviet Union , and who was killed during heroic evacuation of the Baltic fleet from its base in Reval (already then Soviet Tallinn, the old name Reval was expunged from Soviet parlance) to Kronstadt in the late August, 1941 (his wife, Olga, the mother of the ethno-Nazi pamphleteer that I was listening to on the radio in the aftermath of Obama's election, allegedly put out a different and unproven myth-like version of his demise that the first Chairman of the Soviet - which just means the Council - of the People's Commissars (which just means Commissioners) of the Estonian SSR was shot by the NKVD people because of his refusal to comply with Stalin's order to blow up industrial facilities at the Dvigatel works right before the Nazi liberators entered the city). Anyway the woman was talking on the radio while I was doing something else - chopping onions, developing film? - and then I just froze after hearing this sort of passage: you see, societies become more tolerant and it takes time for them to become tolerant. America has just elected a nigger (neeger) as its president, perhaps in the future (50 years from now) there'll be a day when a Russian becomes the mayor of Tallinn. Now that was astonishing - never mind that "Russians" including those who converted to esthhood and simulate nativism represent something like 50 percent of the city's inhabitants but that Reval had had quite many Russian mayors. Here is one - just few days ago at the back entrance to the town's old central (Alexander Nevsky) cemetery I noticed a grave of Erast Giacintov (Giatsintov, Giatsintoff, literally Hyacinthov or "of hyacinth") who died in 1910. I recognized the name on the monument right away because of the White Officer's Notes (recollections of the Russian Civil War, a book written by his nephew?) but then after running a quick query through a Russian search engine I discovered that this tomb belongs to the Erast Giatsintov who was the administrator of Wesenberg district (old Russian Rakovor, Estonian Rakvere) from 1885 to 1905 and who was the Mayor of Reval (of Tallinn) from 1905 to 1908 . His secretary was no other than Konstantin Päts, the president in the first Estonian republic - which still a typical post WWI ethnocracy was in no way as fantastically rabid as is today's ethnofascist statelet). The grave site monument was apparently put up there by the first republic which also granted citizenship to the mayor's descendants, even who were not in Estonia. Obviously Madam Lauristin is correct - nothing like that is possible today. In fact, the past is either non existent or became a grotesque myth for the absolute majority of Estonian-speaking inhabitants, though of course not all of them, who emerged from the Soviet era more Soviet than they realize (Laars and Ansips are Soviet personages, not Rosenberg's disciples their fascist sympathies notwithstanding). For them history began in 1918, one's nationality is an ethnic concept, their current self-identity narrative is positively fake, in fact it is... Nordic. Apparently Estonia that lacks many nouveaux riches has plenty of nouveaux normands.
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