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 5th
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?
