Who ARE These People?

I am encouraged to write this entry on the basis that so many bloggers are noticing the same thing. For example, David Hodges mentioned the obvious penetration of America by suspicious groups of people.

Hodges personally believes America is penetrated up to  the Congressional level.

He cites the mundane example of a group of Chinese, who opened a Chinese restaurant, and whose staff kept to themselves…before closing…and making room for a Russian restaurant, whose staff behaved similarly.

Who are these people?

My belief is that they are foreign agents – sleeper agents – who are put there and are waiting for the signal which will trigger them into action, either as helpers, assistants or active participants in the sabotage of America.

There are many, and they are not well camouflaged…some are rather obvious.

Russians, for instance.

There has been an exponential increase in the number of Russians…but recently there has been an increase in the number of Russians…passing themselves off as Mexicans (of all things).

My first encounter with one of these occurred at the Olive Garden restaurant, where our blonde, blue-eyed waitress had a strange accent. Curious as I am for all things foreign, I inquired where she was from.

“I am Mexican” came the response.

Now Spanish is one of five languages I have learned to speak in my travels around  the world, so I inquired…in Spanish…more information about her.

“I cannot speak Spanish” she answered back in English…yet with the same unmistakable Slavic accent.

I just asked myself: ‘If she is from Mexico, and does NOT speak Spanish (nor seemingly understand any of it)…where does she get that weird accent from?’

INCIDENT 2

I was taken by a friend to the consulate of a foreign country. I had happened to have visited this country, and the staff seemed very open and down to earth. I sat down and waited in what amounted to a sort of ad hoc waiting room.

The first ‘customer’ came in, a oriental fellow.

The consulate head, took him in quickly into his office.

I decided to read a book.

The next customer came in.

Another oriental fellow.

The Consulate head let him into his office.

Then a third (which took a seat and waited)…another oriental.

The Counselor let him in after the previous fellow had left.

Now the funny thing is that the consulate’s country is NOT oriental.

Yet EVERY SINGLE person visiting the consulate was an oriental.

I could not resist.

“Why are all the people visiting your consulate orientals, where are your countryment?” I asked, hoping I was not insulting anyone.

The guy was very easy going and answered readily:

“They are Koreans and Chinese” he said, and, seeing my quizzical expression, he continued, letting out a long tired sigh,”they get citizenship in my country and then rush to apply for entry into the United States”

“Why?” I inquired.

This time he thought out his response.

“Well, it’s like this. Our country has hardly anyone applying for entry to the United States, so it has become a popular destination for Koreans and Chinese who become citizens of my country, then apply for entry to the United States as citizens of my country. Now there is no waiting list emigrate to the United States from natural born citizens of my country (because the people are penniless, I thought), so the orientals get in quickly instead of waiting years.”

“So most of the ‘citizens’ emigrating from  your country are orientals?”

“yes”, he answered.

“But that sounds like a scam.  I countered.

“Yes…by these groups of people” he answered with a resigned face.

INCIDENT 3

Now I recently had severe vision problems, so I made appointment with an Opthamologist.

I was tended to by the Opthamologist’s assistant, who gave me a series of eye tests.

Her Slavic accent was so thick I had a severe difficulty understanding her.

I asked her where she was from.

“Mexico City” came the immediate response.

(now where did I hear THAT before?)

I again tried speaking to her in Spanish.

No cigar.

“I don’t speak Spanish” she stated in her obviously Slavic accent.

Then, I don’t know if I looked at her funny, or if something told her I was suspicious, but she proceeded to hurry me through the eye test, so quickly, I couldn’t say another word. When I asked for corrections she answered quickly and continued with the test. I inquired if she was sure I had to take the test this way. She just continued.

My results on the test came out so obviously wrong that it was obvious it was flubbed.

Then she gave me the eye measurement test so quickly that it was also flubbed, and the Opthamologist had to redo it.

Now I considered saying a few key sarcastic words in basic Russian, but by the vibe with this chick was already so negative, and she was so obviously frightened I let it slide.

And I thought, ‘what was with the pretending-to-be-Mexican’ deal?

Is it easy to emigrate to Mexico from Russia or something…and then emigrate to the United States…as a Mexican national?

INCIDENT 4

I suddenly had a hankering for some ice cream and a hot dog, which was probably because that was exactly what this little joint was selling, and I saw it.

So I entered and was greeted by a short, stocky, smiling and aggressively sarcastic and Korean lady.

Her Korean accent was very thick, and as I always to, I try to whittle away the time with conversation, but this time I seemed to have made a wrong move.

I made some comment about Kim Yong Un, North Korea and robot people.

I expected an easily understanding response from this lady, but instead, what I got was what I perceived as ‘anger.’

“In North Korea, you do what you are told ” she answered, sounding almost defensive, and gone was the smile that greeted me at the beginning. I perceived almost an angry reaction to my remarks about North Korea, a reaction I never got from any true South Korean, much less about NORTH Korea.

Was she a North Korean escapee immigrant?

Another client came in and got her attention…I left, still quizzical about her angry reaction.

INCIDENT 5

On one of my visits to neighborhood Subway, I was tended to by a very tall, young looking woman with very white skin and curly hair…and with a weird accent. As always I was taken in by her strange accent and asked where she was from. This one really baffled me. After answering with the uniquitous “Mexico” I decided to inquire more. What departments are your parents from? She answered flawlessly. Sonora and Quintana Roo, stating the northernmost and southernmost states of Mexico. “Nice mix” I answered (knowing that most people from Quintana Roo are dark, short “native Americans” or Indians – and they look it- the opposite of this chick) She had an easy and open manner, so I came back several times hoping to talk to her again, but this mystery chick was gone, moved on, like many of these people do.

INCIDENT  6

Ok, I am at Costco, something that I don’t normally do, but the relative I was with had to do some shopping there, so I was just tagging along.

 I soon noticed they had tables set up where they were giving out free samples of food to everyone. Needless to say, I began visiting these tables. At one point, and above all the din I began hearing the familiar accent of a Korean lady, offering free samples.

(At this point an explanation from me is required : In my travels through out the World, I admit I have lived amongst Koreans, eaten amongst Koreans, and even learned to speak some Korean. I know what they sound like, how they are and even how they smell, so you could say I am familiar with Koreans, in other words, I know what a Korean is.) I made myself to this middle-aged lady, whose accent I instantly recognized as Korean asked her where she was from, fully expecting her to say she was Korean.

Instead she answered”Burma!” still with her thick Korean accent. It took my by surprise, because even people from Burma don’t call it that (the name was changed to Myanmar a long time ago, and that is what it is called by its natives).

Overcoming my surprise (shock I should say) I countered her response with “Burma? Well, that’s interesting, because you know, it hasn’t been called that for while!”

She seemed to not understand what I was talking about.

Then In made it clear to her.

“It’s not called Burma anymore.”

She halted, withdrew into herself in deep thought for a long time, then came up with the answer.

“Myanmar!” she exclaimed suddenly, as if finally fining the correct answer to a TV game show question.

“I made a few quips in  basic Korean, and she got a face as if she had been discovered by the secret police” then pretended not to understand.

I decided to move along rather than harass this obvious and unmistakable Korean.

But I was starting to notice how many Koreans and Russians were passing themselves off as residents of other countries.

There was nothing wrong with them being either Korean or Russian.  But why were they representing themselves as people from places other than what they were from?

INCIDENT-7

There is a doughnut shop not far from my house. Occasionally I stop by to pick up some of the less sickeningly sweet confections. I had already noticed that most of the ladies and men who worked there were oriental, and finally that the owners themselves were also Asians.

While waiting in the car line at the drive through I heard the unmistakable hard accent of a Korean peasant come across the intercom (which was a miracle, because normally it does not work). This accent was especially brutal, blunt sounding and distinguishable. When I got to the window, a lady appeared who was the opposite of what I imagined the person to look like – a pretty lady with manners – she actually looked Japanese, but when she started speaking, man it was a dead giveaway.

I in inquired again, was she Korean?

The question seemed to throw her into confusion.

It took a very long time to get her to understand my order.

This last visit was so confusing that on my next visit I bought a paper printed through Google Translate…in Korean.

She looked at the paper for a very long time, then proceeded to mumble something about not understanding.

Inquiring more closely, she “admitted” she was actually CAMBODIAN (which she did not look the part at all, much less sound it).

Another coincidence. I actually knew a tailor lady across the street, who really was Cambodian (she had actually been through the Killing Fields experience of the Khmer Rouge). I graciously offered to introduce this doughnut lady to her.

“No” was the answer, and she actually turned around and stopped facing me.

Now I know some Cambodians, and most would JUMP at the possibility to being introduced to another Cambodian. Not this lady, she seemed to be completely put off by the idea. She said goodbye in her uniquely THICK Korean accent and unconvinced of her nationality, I went my way.

On preceding visits (which were sparse) I saw this lady was still there, and became increasingly nervous when it was me at the window.

INCIDENT 8

This time I was visiting a local Chinese Buffet (of which there seem to be many, all owned and staffed by Chinese). As David Hodges has stated, the Chinese employees in these things keep to themselves, speak only Chinese and don’t look very happy to be there. I noticed a group of Buffet kitchen workers – three men – and was struck by their appearance. These guys were all without exception, muscular, and I’ not talking gym and workout muscular, but with muscle gotten through a lifetime of hard work…or training.

I walked over to them, where they were from.  “Quangzhouo” came the answer (which seems to be the answer for a lot of transplanted Chinese). I followed this up with what did they do in China, work at the docks? One nodded yes, but the other two were stone silent.

Then the “I don’t understand” and the two seemed to turn hostile. They soon got up and left.

Whatever.

And I’m beginning to notice amongst these newer Chinese restaurants, that there seems to be a new trend: Chinese only.

You can tell which ones they are because all their signs and menus are mostly written in Chinese, and they are heavily patronized by Chinese…when they are patronized at all.

The food is also not “American friendly” meaning, they don’t cook for American customers, and, in my opinion, tends to be disgusting.

And it might bejust me, or is it that every time I show up in on of these places, the food is especially disgusting.

Their cooking is definitely NOT for American customers, and the seem to purposefully keep it that way.

At one place, they served me obviously rotten chicken. Did they do it on purpose. I know some people let their chicken rot on a stick, but this was ridiculous.

Anyway , one could tell by the attitude in this place that they would not be sorry to see me and the other American customers leave…and not come back.

INCIDENT 9

I decided to visit this particular restaurant, especially because it was Peryogi place. Now you don’t see these types of places every day, especially in Arizona, so curiosity lured me into this place. It was tastefully decorated, and it seemed to have a small market on the side, but the women who tended it seemed to be unhappy, unsmiling and unfriendly, so I went back to the dining section.

The handsome young man who tended to my table was friendly enough, and could not help but betray a tinge of high intelligence, and physical agility.

I asked where they were from.

“The Ukraine” he said.

This was during the height of the Ukrainian crisis, and I could not help but inquire, “How are things over there? What’s actually happening?”

“nothing much” was the answer.

And it didn’t surprise me because another group of Ukrainians, who had been communicating with the Ukraine had said very much the same thing.

Then I made another comment about Ukrainians being able to understand the language (information gotten form a Polish acquaintance). He seemed clueless at first, but then thought a little and said almost in retrospect how he once overheard a Polish group talking at the table and how he could vaguely understand what they were saying.

The answer was a bit surprising because Ukrainians and Poles are basically the same people speaking almost the same language (in fact, Ukraine used to be part of Poland).

But the surprising part was when I somehow inquired about what language he spoke.

“Russian” came back the nonplussed response.

Now I am sensitive to the Russian influence in that region and even to the presence of Russian people in the Ukraine, but this guy was acting like it was absolutely normal (remember, the Ukraine was literally starved to death in the 1930’s by Russia, welcomed the German invaders in 1941 and fought the Russian government clear into the 1950’s). But this guy was acting like Russia was great.

This puzzled me a little, so I responded, “Does anyone speak Ukrainian over there?”

Well, yes, mostly in the far western area of the country, he said, seeming to reference an extinct language.

“And are you what one would call a Russian Ukrainian?”

Complete puzzlement came over this guy’s face.

“What do you mean?”

I had what I hate to do and that is lecture someone on their history – how Russian occupied the Ukraine for thousands of years, considered it part of their empire and how many Russian came to live there and continure living there.

“No, no such thing” said my host. “I am a Ukrainian, who speaks Russian” (then he insinuated they all do).

“were you forced to learn Russian in school?” I responded.

More complete puzzlement on his face, like he was talking to a crazy person.

I had to defend my statement by repeating the testimony of a Lithuanian lady who was forced to learn Russian in school in Lithuania.

I though his next statement would be that the Ukraine was part of Russia, had always been part of Russia and everybody spoke Russian.

But he seemed think it over and accept he had been taught Russian in school, while refusing to admit the Ukraine had a large Russian population which was pro-Russia.

Confronted by his forced feigned ignorance about the Ukraine, I gave up. How are you going to question somebody who denies basic facts about his own country?

The guy showed not a hint of nationalism, especially, when what was happening in the Ukraine was provocative to nationalist sentiment.

Being a good host, he recovered quickly from the disagreeable argument and went back to being the perfect waiter.

On my way out I again noticed the stony silence and aloofness of all other staff at the restaurant and left.

But reactions and feigned ignorance of everything Ukranian were suspicious.

Or  was he simply a Russian masquerading as a Ukrainian?

INCIDENT 10

All in all, I have been thinking heavily about the increase Russian presence in America. My old neighborhood in Brooklyn, I notice recently, had turned into Little Russia, and the Russian language was heard everywhere.

In fact, two of our major ports on the East Coast have been turned over to Russian management, and key parts of the F-35 have been built and designed by Russia.

Even here in Arizona, the Russian presence is felt.

I see Russians married to American wives (the wives are very outgoing and friendly, the husbands avoid conversation).

I see, amongst the Mexican group I talk to, the offspring of mysterious Russian men had  produced with Mexican women, before mysteriously disappearing.

The original practitioner of befriending Mexican girlfriends was Victor Belenko himself, the original Soviet pilot who defected to the West, bringing with him the feared Mig-25.

Of course, our technicians found the much feard Mig-25 to be an over-hyped piece of shit which was nothing to be alarmed at all.

The never stopped to ponder the knack for Russian ‘maskirova’ tactics which seek to misinform the enemy.

Two Iraq wars would later show us the Mig-25 was a formidable aircraft, and that the thing Belenko flew to Japan was a cheaply made artifact designed to deceive us.

Yup, the first thing Belenko did was hook up with an illegal Mexican…Russian agents have done so ever since, and the offspring of their loins polluting the barrios of North America.

Victor Suvurov (a defector) and Andrew Cockburn would later team up to write “The Threat: Inside the Soviet Military Machine” to tell us how mediocre the Soviet Army was after all. Another piece of deception?

The only defector, who had something real and important to say, Anatoliy Golitsyn (in his book, ‘New Lies for Old’) has been completely ignored by the West after he stated Russia would pretend to become democratic, only to strike violently, when the time came).

So ignored was Golitsyn, that the West took special care to make mines illegal, and tear down all military conscription.

And the Russian military? Well, they seemed to do alright after being provoked by the country of Georgia and invading it, taking casualties and continuing their advance until they sent the Georgians and their American advisors...running for their lives.

And yes, I did take special in a particular instance where I was stopped by a Los Angeles Police officer with a Russian accent…and in another where I was stopped by a Chinese police officer with a heavy accent (who had immigrated from Communist China!).

Sometimes, I am convinced America just has a death wish.

Anyway, that is my testimony on my coming across these suspicious (Communist?) double agents forming up what could only be a 5^th Column inside the United States and posing as other-than-Communist immigrants.

Now I don’t believe in simple luck.

I came across all these people simple because there are so many in this country.

America is infiltrated from head to tow by traitors and foreign agents.

Just look at how our Congress is behaving.

Why were large portions of the failure-prone F-35 designed in Russia?

You think its just coincidence that the F-35 and F-22 have  FATAL flaws within their design (just like most of our weapon systems)?

You think it’s a coincidence a lot of our voting machines are owned by Communist Venezuela.

Is it mere chance socialist (read Communist) candidates are winning across America these midterms?

Mere chance our most modern ships are being shut down like rc toys by the Russian Air Force in the Black Sea?

Why is socialist (read Communist) California separating from the union?

Why is China allowed to steal our technology?

Why are our top corporations like Google and Facebook defecting to China?

And finally…who the hell are all these suspicious people now emigrating to the United States under other-than-Communist nationalities?