Whenever I tell the story of my life inside the world known as the Former Soviet Union, I always end it by saying, "I got out alive." I wish I could have said the same about my dear friend Paul Tatum. He was one of the first Americans I met on my fourteen day scouting expedition in 1992. Paul was one hell of a Renegade Cowboy. He fought tooth and nail to keep his dreams alive and in the end it was those dreams that got him killed. On Sunday, November 3rd 1996 he was shot eleven times in the back as he entered the underground world of the subways of Moscow. http://articles.latimes.com/1996-11-24/news/mn-2439_1_american-entrepreneur The news of his passing hit me hard because I had been in a bit of a war with same Government/Mafia corruption he was. The only difference was mine had it's home in Kiev, Ukraine and his was in Moscow. For the longest time they were one and the same. Kiev did not sneeze unless Moscow said it was ok. The people of Kiev grew up hating the yoke placed on them by the big brother to the north.
Ukraine has always been the home of poets, writers, gardeners and lovers of life. Known as the Breadbasket, Ukraine had supplied the region with most of the food they needed to get by for many generations. I was sitting on a street corner watching a million+ people dance and celebrate in the streets of Kiev, the night they voted in Parliament to secede from the alliance called the Soviet Union. I had just finished watching the silver fox, Leonid Kravchuk make the announcement live on TV followed by a half hour documentary featuring this Cowboy on how great Ukraine was going to be now that Americans like me were going to come and do business there. They showed the school my kids would be attending, the building they felt I would locate my international business in, they even put up a shot of me shaking hands with their soon to be first president Mr. Kravchuk. As I watched that documentary I only had one thought. 'Who the heck made all this bullshit up? I have a nice home in America. My wife, my kids and my business are all here. There's no way in hell I'm moving all of that to Kiev.' At least that's what I thought at the time.
When I returned to America those Reptilian Rat Bastard Cabal had found another way to make sure I did not have enough money left to make me and my family comfortable. Workman's Compensation had become a way to spread the wealth out of the hands of those creating jobs and into the hands of the lawyers who represented the people who came down with the new lawyer induced illnesses. "Don't worry," they would tell their clients. "It won't hurt your employer at all. He has insurance to take care of it." My insurance comp bill the first year of doing business was six hundred and fifty dollars. The next year it went to seven thousand five hundred dollars, then to forty thousand dollars. When I returned from my time in Kiev, the first bill I opened was my comp bill for seventy five thousand dollars, just to keep my doors open. I never saw anyone with a physical injury in all the claims that were being thrown against me. All anyone had to do was mention the words repetitive trauma, stress or sexual harassment and they got enough money to keep them happy for a little while and the lawyers got their next month's rent taken care of. I folded the seventy five thousand dollar insurance bill, walked out to my secretary and said, "Unplug the phones. I am closing my business and moving to Ukraine."
The U.S. government took over as the new boss of Ukraine when they left the U.S.S.R. The new U.S Embassy in Kiev grew bigger and bigger every year and more and more closed off from helping us little guys. It got to where the only thing they cared about was taking care of all the diplomats, congressmen, defense conversion and tax authorities who were showing up in droves to help Ukraine look a lot more like America and a lot less like Russia. Don't get me wrong. I had the contract from the U.S. Treasury to, as I called it, babysit these visitors. I spent a lot of time trying to educate the government employees on how unlike America Ukraine was and they paid me well for it. In fact, I used all the proceeds I made from the U.S. government to pay for the two hundred fifty thousand dollars it cost me to build the Cowboy Dance Hall and Saloon in downtown Kiev. I will say, America is going to leave something good in this country if I have anything to do with it. The bar has changed hands several times since I left with my life, but I am told the mural of this Cowboy, shotgun in hand, still graces the wall of the entrance.
When they talk about Ukraine being the last holdout I know what they are really saying is the R.R.B.C. America INC. is using it as a last stand to keep us from doing what it is we need to do. They had better understand that no matter how hard they try they will never take the spirits of the poets, the singers, the writers and the lovers that is deep in the fabric of these amazing people. Seems like a great place for the shoot-out at the It's Not OK Corral to me.
Hang on folks. A few more pump fakes by the pump fake masters and we will get there. Those Reptilian Rat Bastards are like a bad weed that keeps popping up in this soon-to-be Garden Of Eve. In the end we will rid this world of those whose only motto is "Do as much harm as possible" and replace them with those who "do no harm."
I love ya all and keep the faith. We're almost there.
Cowboy
Sing it Willie you and the farmers deserve all the blessings about to come your way because as sure as the sun will shine the harder they come the harder they fall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYZ-H9xJc6g
Ukraine has always been the home of poets, writers, gardeners and lovers of life. Known as the Breadbasket, Ukraine had supplied the region with most of the food they needed to get by for many generations. I was sitting on a street corner watching a million+ people dance and celebrate in the streets of Kiev, the night they voted in Parliament to secede from the alliance called the Soviet Union. I had just finished watching the silver fox, Leonid Kravchuk make the announcement live on TV followed by a half hour documentary featuring this Cowboy on how great Ukraine was going to be now that Americans like me were going to come and do business there. They showed the school my kids would be attending, the building they felt I would locate my international business in, they even put up a shot of me shaking hands with their soon to be first president Mr. Kravchuk. As I watched that documentary I only had one thought. 'Who the heck made all this bullshit up? I have a nice home in America. My wife, my kids and my business are all here. There's no way in hell I'm moving all of that to Kiev.' At least that's what I thought at the time.
When I returned to America those Reptilian Rat Bastard Cabal had found another way to make sure I did not have enough money left to make me and my family comfortable. Workman's Compensation had become a way to spread the wealth out of the hands of those creating jobs and into the hands of the lawyers who represented the people who came down with the new lawyer induced illnesses. "Don't worry," they would tell their clients. "It won't hurt your employer at all. He has insurance to take care of it." My insurance comp bill the first year of doing business was six hundred and fifty dollars. The next year it went to seven thousand five hundred dollars, then to forty thousand dollars. When I returned from my time in Kiev, the first bill I opened was my comp bill for seventy five thousand dollars, just to keep my doors open. I never saw anyone with a physical injury in all the claims that were being thrown against me. All anyone had to do was mention the words repetitive trauma, stress or sexual harassment and they got enough money to keep them happy for a little while and the lawyers got their next month's rent taken care of. I folded the seventy five thousand dollar insurance bill, walked out to my secretary and said, "Unplug the phones. I am closing my business and moving to Ukraine."
The U.S. government took over as the new boss of Ukraine when they left the U.S.S.R. The new U.S Embassy in Kiev grew bigger and bigger every year and more and more closed off from helping us little guys. It got to where the only thing they cared about was taking care of all the diplomats, congressmen, defense conversion and tax authorities who were showing up in droves to help Ukraine look a lot more like America and a lot less like Russia. Don't get me wrong. I had the contract from the U.S. Treasury to, as I called it, babysit these visitors. I spent a lot of time trying to educate the government employees on how unlike America Ukraine was and they paid me well for it. In fact, I used all the proceeds I made from the U.S. government to pay for the two hundred fifty thousand dollars it cost me to build the Cowboy Dance Hall and Saloon in downtown Kiev. I will say, America is going to leave something good in this country if I have anything to do with it. The bar has changed hands several times since I left with my life, but I am told the mural of this Cowboy, shotgun in hand, still graces the wall of the entrance.
When they talk about Ukraine being the last holdout I know what they are really saying is the R.R.B.C. America INC. is using it as a last stand to keep us from doing what it is we need to do. They had better understand that no matter how hard they try they will never take the spirits of the poets, the singers, the writers and the lovers that is deep in the fabric of these amazing people. Seems like a great place for the shoot-out at the It's Not OK Corral to me.
Hang on folks. A few more pump fakes by the pump fake masters and we will get there. Those Reptilian Rat Bastards are like a bad weed that keeps popping up in this soon-to-be Garden Of Eve. In the end we will rid this world of those whose only motto is "Do as much harm as possible" and replace them with those who "do no harm."
I love ya all and keep the faith. We're almost there.
Cowboy
Sing it Willie you and the farmers deserve all the blessings about to come your way because as sure as the sun will shine the harder they come the harder they fall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYZ-H9xJc6g