It's Friday, and it's that time of the late afternoon again to kick off the chat time. It seems most of us are running out of steam as we get closer to Christmas. The wind-down is in progress, and that certainly seems to be affecting NZ's Blog World as well. Either that, or I just like to hang out on the quieter fringes.
A commenter asked a couple of days ago if I was Polish. The short answer is yes, I am. The longer answer is I was born in NZ to two Polish parents, one of whom was in exile from Poland after WW2 and the other who was conceived the month Hitler invaded and was brought up in a Poland occupied by the Soviets. If you think I take a tough stance on some of the battles I fight here on NZ, I should introduce you to my relatives!
(Just joking, remaining anonymous is preferred at this point).
My main interest in blogging is exposing that which will bring down our civilisation (make no mistake, it IS going down) and trying to point those who are capable of seeing in the right direction. I know many people will not get me, and will scratch their heads at some of the things I argue (Peter Ellis for one), but never fear, all may be made clear over time. Or not.
When you're in doubt as to what my purpose really is, just think of this quote by a British historian who studies the Poles:
The role of women was crutial. It was Polish wives, mothers and grandmothers who guarded the traditions, provided the social infrastructure, comforted the activists, and told their menfolk where their duty lay. They even could take up arms themselves.
Pg 170, Rising '44: The Battle for Warsaw by Norman Davies