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A Visit To My Past Through A Film

A Visit To My Past Through A Film

INVERNESS, SCOTLAND

A city on Scotland’s northeast coast, where the River Ness meets the Moray Firth. It’s the largest city and the cultural capital of the Scottish Highlands. Its Old Town features 19th-century Inverness Cathedral, the mostly 18th-century Old High Church and an indoor Victorian Market selling food, clothing and crafts. The contemporary Inverness Museum and Art Gallery traces local and Highland history.


INVERNESS, QUEBEC

Irishman William Bennet came to Inverness Township in 1819, but the first colony dates to 1829 with the arrival of 12 families from the Isle of Arran, Scotland. Their descendants built two churches in the village: St. Andrew’s Presbyterian (1862) and the old Methodist Church (1862), now a bronze foundry.


My Grandfather Ernest Romanzo Davidson was born in Inverness Township, Megantic County, Quebec, Canada (a Scottish settlement) 14 November 1881 and died 4 September 1933 in Wells River, Vermont.

In the early 90s I drove to Montreal for a Dystonia Symposium for doctors, in place of the doctor who was invited and couldn’t attend. Although I wasn’t a doctor I had sufficient knowledge on the topic that he thought it would be beneficial, plus I have dystonia.

The evening before it started, I drove out to Inverness, about a two and a half hour drive. One very long paved, country road, no traffic, not a single car but mine.

When I reached Inverness and saw a general store, I got out and looked back to where I had started – it was flat land – and saw all the city lights of Montreal light up the sky in the distance, which made me decide to on head back before it got too dark. There were no street lights as I recall.

When I called my mother in Massachusetts and told her I went to Inverness, she asked if it was a town or a city. Frankly, “I don’t know”, I told her. All I knew was that I was in Inverness – what lied beyond that general store was a mystery. I didn’t see any signs of a town or city from that vantage point, only a store.

Well, this morning, about twenty-five years later, I thought to look up Inverness, Scotland and Inverness, Quebec. I didn’t know that Inverness, Scotland was the capital city of the Scottish Highlands. Upon looking up Inverness, Quebec, and seeing the images, it was a town for sure. It looked like there had been no population surge or building boom in that tiny region of Quebec. Not even a hotel – upon checking. Lots around them though at a distance.

One of the first images that stuck out to me was that General Store. Wow. Right there looking as it did back then, probably some changes in sign content. It was like I was there again.

I’ll never forget that drive along that long road, talking in my mind to Uncle Ernie I used to call him. My mother didn’t like that title. “No one ever called him Ernie, and he was your grandfather not your uncle, but me being playful stuck with the Uncle Ernie.

Frankly, I don’t think Grandpa Ernest minded – at least I was talking to him directly, how many others do that? They usually go through God in prayer.

Anyway I never know much about any of my roots from any of the countries linked to me by ancestry – my mother and father didn’t talk that way. There were always more pressing issues in life than obsessing over where your people came from. Others make careers out it, for the purpose of exploitation, or just because they have separatists natures and cling to their ethnicity or race or religion for comfort.

I didn’t find out that I was Scottish till I was in high school and my parents had the neighbors over for dinner, who were Polish, and one of them remarked, “I wasn’t expecting to be served pierogi in a Scottish household”.

Later that night after everyone went to bed and my father and I remained at the table, I said, “I didn’t know I was Scottish”. He quickly retorted rather gruffly, “You’re not, you’re Lithuanian and don’t ever forget it”.

I was a quiet, not-looking-for-trouble, rather everybody get along, have fun and don’t fight so much, kind of kid, rather to please than disrupt, still independent though and firm in my beliefs, although I kept them mostly to myself.

People can pretty much discern you by your actions; they don’t need to hear you pontificate or hypothesize, or tell your story or opinions that change like the wind.

Still, I do all that now, and love doing it, but never with malice, I truly do respect people for being people and the struggles they’re confronted with just by the fact that they’re living, and not so much for what they do, but again I usually do understand the ‘WHY’, and when I don’t, the ‘WHY’ is where I look first to bring out the truth – whatever that means – even I’m not sure. It’s not like I developed a standardized process for everything I think or do or figure out.

Actually, since early childhood till the present day my primary question in life is why people do what they do.

So yeah, looking back and later watching the entire Lithuanian surge for independence and hearing them sing while holding lighted candles, not so much in protest but rather to show to the world what they wanted and deserved in a peaceful, non-violent way impressed me. In fact they, more than the Africans, adopted Martin Luther King’s non-violent process for social change.

Seeing them fail only to rise again triumphant made me identify with them more closely than my other ethnicities, and even though I didn’t speak much ‘way back when’, my father saw those qualities in me from early on.

It wasn’t until I saw the movie Brave Heart or portions of it that my eyes opened and then wanted to shut, being too young and peaceful leaning to understand the type of brutality people endure and impose on each other for their freedom rights. It seems everybody wants to Lord over everybody else and when others oppose it, violence occurs to protect it. I see it all over the world. Minorities trying to rise to dominate the majority, and often times winning, but at a tremendous cost.

This was a film made about Scotland. I’m seventy years old and just started watching it again on NETFLIX only to be cut off halfway through. Guess I’ll have to wait a bit more till they fix it and maybe scold the person who broke it – in my mind at least.

But I found another one – a series with three seasons so far and I only have three episodes to go and when it’s done I will miss it. It’s called OUTLANDER, another movie about Scotland, more specifically, the Scottish Highlands and done so well and creatively that I had to start pacing myself, so it would last longer.

I don’t usually recommend movies, because Steve and I watch so many of them, but this one excels in all the right ways. One small criticism – the sex scenes are wa-a-y too long. Other than that, I look forward to a season four!

THE MAGICAL STONES

Visiting the past for the purpose of changing the future.

What a trip that was!


https://theplanetd.com/clava-cairns-scotland/





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I AM A LITHUANIAN

And every Lithuanian in the world is waiting and watching what the Jews in Palestine will do to the Palestinians in Palestine.

The Jews worldwide say we, the Lithuanians, don’t celebrate Jewry enough.

I say back to you, the Jews need to celebrate all those who suffer at your hands.

And release them.

Unconditionally.






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Ethnic Revenge

You kick my people; I kick your people.

You respect my people; I respect your people.

“The adjective ethnic relates to large groups of people who have certain racial, cultural, religious, or other traits in common.” vocabulary.com

Someone in Hollywood long ago came up with a rule for entertainment that generalized to all societies, given that the media content they produced was transmitted around the world. One cannot criticize, or make fun of (mock) anything about a person that cannot be changed.

Most people generally are careful about not making fun of big noses, though those can be changed and many are, or kinky hair (again, changeable and many do), speech patterns (treatable), skin color (ask Michael Jackson what his color change secrets are (were). Guess you can’t change death, but people do criticize it and mock it – there a lot of people rolling over in their graves. So what’s left? Cancer? Can beat that. Deaf, blind and slow. That covers just about everybody.

Hollywood’s internal reasoning way back when it was controlled by Jews, who demanded actors change their names as not to be recognized, was that a Jew cannot stop being a Jew, therefore could not be criticized or mocked. The names were all German.

I often wondered why, when the whole world felt sorry for them after the Holocaust at the death camps and factories in Europe. Did you know that most common everyday average Jews in America think the Holocaust happened in Germany?

Frankly, when I was a kid I thought it was the German’s changing their names because they didn’t want to get beat up for gassing the Jews. I recently discovered that most Jews in America are Germans. Guess I was half right. Sure there are a lot of German Jews who fled to the USA en masse at the end of World War II, but there are also a lot of British Isle Jews. Nobody recognizes them; I wonder why.

It angers the worldly Jews that Lithuania doesn’t pay more homage to their Jew population, past and present, but neither does Britain, Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Maybe this is a trend, a good trend, since not forgetting the Jews who perished in WWII has not stopped Israel from enslaving and committing holocausts against the Palestinian people, nor has the continual reminder of it stopped holocausts anywhere else on the planet. So, maybe it’s time to try a better way, if indeed the purpose of dragging people through the mud as a reminder of where they’re forever stuck, is to prevent such happenings from ever happening again.

“Never forget” they say, but if you mention an individual or a group by the word they call everything they are and do you get put on their list of lives to destroy when they get around to it, could be now, could be after they squeeze out of you something of value to them.

They of course were clever in attaching everything they do to the word Jew, making it impossible to separate any action emanating from the person to the word they gave themselves, then telling the world ‘death to gentiles’ if they say it. It sounds like a nickname actually. The ish part was stolen from the British Isles. It’s a religion, a government, a nationality with the self-declaration of a state in 1948, a lobby, which means it’s a business, a vault and probably a bunch of other stuff that the world hasn’t figured out yet.

For all their extroverted actions for which they’re well-known, they’re a pretty secretive bunch of fuckwits. Oops. Hey, don’t blame me, Hollywood gave me that word. I never heard it before I started watching movies about Australia. British Australia. And Jewish Australia. They’re like the USA, nobody originated from there – even the aborigines came from elsewhere. I’m beginning to think everybody originated in Siberia instead of Africa.

Why?

Because it’s easier to land a space ship on a flat surface (ice or water) than in dense forest regions. That whole boat thing too, Noah? Didn’t come from Africa, unless the desert mirages are real. The boat was in China (the slow one). When all the ice melted from where it’s mostly below freezing, it floated south and picked up a lot of exotic wild hitchhikers on the way to Africa where it finally stalled out due to lack of people to push the boat. The animals ate them all except Adam and Eve who pretended to be an apple tree so as not to be eaten alive.

So how did black people get to Africa if they didn’t originate in Africa?

They migrated from Siberia.

How did they get black?

They took melanin shots before they left.

So, Adam and Eve were black?

No. They were Chinese.

Then how did the Chinese get black?

They didn’t. They got off the boat in Italy – noodle country.






 

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ARIZONA HIGHWAYS

grandpa and grandma jim & kate

Grandma and Grandpa long before I was born.

James Frederick Davies and Katherine Rose Germonte.


Grandpa’s father was born in England and his mother in Ireland. Grandma was born in Lithuania with Russian, Ukrainian and Polish roots.

When Dad and Mom bought their old house and Grandma and Grandpa moved to one that was all on one floor, Grandma left behind in the attic stacks of old Arizona Highways magazines. I was in second grade and had no idea how she even got them.

I’d go into that attic that Mom was turning into a clothes closet, turn the lightbulb on and sit on the floor for hours looking at the pictures of all the Indians, wondering why Grandma had magazines about Indians who lived so far away. We lived in Massachusetts and these were Indians in Arizona.

Most kids dream of being somebody important. I wanted to be an old person sitting in a rocking chair on a porch in Arizona where people would come from far and wide for my wisdom. I never told anyone that before. It seems so foolish. I was in second grade dreaming of becoming an old woman. I rocked a lot. Dad had to bolt my crib to the floor. They’d get up in the morning and my crib would be across the room and they’d wonder how it got there.

When I got older I used to wish I didn’t rock. Now it makes me dizzy. I outgrew it.

You know, when you grow up you don’t pay much attention to how your family looks. That’s an outsider thing. When I received these photos a few days ago from someone on ancestry.com, and knowing that most American Indians migrated from Russia/Asia, I began to think that Grandma had those Asian roots.

I know this sounds funny now, but Grandma had sort of kinky hair. And we always said that she looked the same no matter how old. She never seemed to change. She was tiny, under five feet and never lost the so-called baby fat on her face.

When I look at her now, except for the white skin (and in person it wasn’t that white), she looks like those Indians I saw in Arizona Highways.

I think she enjoyed looking at ‘her people’ without ever knowing for sure who her people were, except that Auntie brought her from Vilnius, Lithuania when she was ten years old. I don’t know what Auntie’s name was; we all just called her Auntie.

This photo is of Dad and his sister Ann. Her real name was ANNA, but she Americanized it to ANN. Dad was Thomas Joseph. Grandpa’s and Grandma’s other son was James Frederick, like Grandpa. Dad joined the Merchant Marines during WWII.






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Picking On Minutia To Avoid The Truth…

Auntie was a Lithuanian. Over time, so many countries occupied and then absorbed Lithuania into their own countries that one might think that Lithuania would eventually lose their identity. They didn’t do that. That didn’t happen. According to my own DNA recently tested I still have Lithuania in me, along with everybody else in the geographical and geopolitical neighborhood too.

When the Soviet Union broke apart, and the Red Cross told the Lithuanian soldiers who were part of the Soviet Army that they had safe haven when they didn’t, and many Lithuanians who deserted the Soviet Army to go home to protect their homeland of Lithuania died as a result of that misinformation, and the President of the USA said “no” to Lithuania’s new woman President, who came to the USA pleading for financial help, the Lithuanians sang and held candle light vigils, following Martin Luther King’s non-violent steps to freedom, then rose to the beat and the sound of their own music, making themselves an independent state – a nation – in the absence of war.

DESTROYING THINGS IN THE NIGHT. Many Jews tore up documents that didn’t mean anything, anyway. Many Jews protected their families when they didn’t need protecting. Many Jews in the middle of the night would erase any fact that they existed – out of a fear that their way of life would be questioned – and maybe that questioning would lead to incarceration. Many Jews spoke silently, without even a breath that would prove that they were doing anything else but breathing. I know that breath – not by Auntie’s outstretched hand, because she was too old and hardened to ever speak to a child about oppression, but by the life I live now.

Auntie’s outstretched hand, simply and beautifully validated it, many decades later. I destroyed so many parts of my life out of the same fear. What if they (the gov) think this or that? What if they put a listening device in the plant I just bought? I know they’re listening, because they show up where I go and repeat to me so I can hear what I say in my private home space.

Everything went into the trash. Nobody should have to live this way. So, the same tactics that were used on those who were oppressed by poverty or religion, the Jews use and continue to use on everybody else today. It’s all wrong. Nothing about it is right. Don’t forget lest it happen again? Nobody forgot, yet it happened and continues to happen to me – and to people all over the world.

Aside from other species, vegans will become the most disriminated against worldwide.

The suffering of the Jews had nothing to do with the Arabs. When they couldn’t find any more satisfaction out of blaming Germans, they turned to the Arabs so as to blame somebody, anybody, for all that went wrong in their lives. they needed to keep the blame game alive.

Auntie was different – she didn’t befall on others what befell on her. That’s a powerful message that all people’s of the earth need to heed.

When God communicates the message of changing yourself, what that really means is putting yourself (your organism) into the best possible framework, using what you have to work with, in order to give yourself the best possible advantage to make the appropriate decisions in life, based on the Five Principles To A Better Life. At those junctures, where options are presented, you need to be in the best condition to make the correct decisions – for you.

Changing yourself doesn’t mean you have to stand alone in the world–or even stand alone with yourself.

Rachael Maddow  (of MSNBC notoriety) wants to do away with the word ‘right’ and substitute the word ‘correct’ to mean the same thing. There’s too much baggage associated with the word ‘right’ from the media’s persistent and obsessive use of it to describe in sweeping terms a person with conservative ideas. Then there’s the problem with the word ‘conservative’, which is also used persistently and obsessively to describe in sweeping terms a person’s political party, the way they act, their eating habits, dress habits, speech habits, motives and on and on – where they live, the schools they attend, the charities they give to, the sporting events they go to, the drinking holes they frequent, and on and on again all done without ever having to give specifics about any of it.

It’s like a great big cloud that follows you everywhere, with all the labels that everybody else said must be a part of you, if you vote for a particular candidate, thus a particular political party. It’s a way of categorizing you forever; and if you should want to change any of it, a new cloud labeled ‘traitor’ will follow you around with the other bag of stuff that you’ll never be able to get rid of. It’s a punishment for changing anything about you that doesn’t conform to the group in which you’ve placed yourself, or that the members have accepted you into. ‘Left’ gets left out in the cold as anything not right. And ‘right’ gets a blast of that same Arctic air from the ‘left’ for being so prejudicial.

That’s going to change right now. Dump that bag of trash – now. Left, right, above, below and sideways. Just dump it. Now, start over. Refuse to accept a label that isn’t accurate–according to you, not according to somebody else’s criteria.

Perhaps Rachael’s issue isn’t really with conservatism and the subliminal underpinnings of using the word ‘right’ vs the word ‘correct’. Maybe she just doesn’t want to deal with the wrongness of some of her own tactics. That she’s correct is all she needs to keep feeling good about herself. Yet being a hit person for the Jews, tearing apart, bringing to one’s knees, mocking, laughing, then bragging to everyone that she got somebody to apologize to all Jews worldwide on her T.V. show, may fall under the category of correct, in that she followed the instructions of her bosses (including herself), and her targets obediently complied out of a fear that the Jews would ruin their careers, businesses, children’s lives and on and on…but was it right? Was it the right thing to do?

By Rachael calling herself crazy as she often does, doesn’t absolve her. Saying it was a joke doesn’t absolve her. Just because someone has a deformity, doesn’t give her/him the right to make fun of someone else with a deformity. It makes it even more repugnant. At least if you don’t have one, you don’t know what it’s like to have one. When you know what it’s like, and you want to humiliate someone who has what you have, then it really is rehab time. Even that word – rehab – is loaded with prejudice. Rehab yourself. Check in with your own God and see how you’re doing. If you’re not honest, then your God won’t be able to cure you. Even that last sentence is loaded. You don’t have to be honest with yourself. If you want to change, your God will make that happen. Even that’s loaded. It’s like you have to want to change – and because you want to change, then you must be thinking submissively, especially if somebody else is telling you that you should want to change – and nobody wants to appear submissive. And of course there’s a problem with ‘everyone’, because there are those who do want to be submissive, so there goes THAT straight out the window.

Picking on minutia is what it’s called – and everybody seems to be doing it–to make an argument or to counter an argument.

In the end, however, nobody knows anything more about the issue; it’s all about getting the apology and another notch on the Jewish Belt of Accomplishments and Acknowledgements.

All you have to do is put yourself at the best possible advantage for making decisions – big, small and all decisions in between – that will benefit you and those around you. Stand your ground on something of substance. I’m not talking about living your life with political correctness. All that does is make everybody seem perfect, when they’re clearly using all their energy to cover up the crime. If you’re black and laying in waiting for the next white person to slip up by saying something you don’t like that connects them to a prejudice against you in your mind, then I’d call that predatory behavior – and maybe that cowchickenlambpiglobster on your plate explains it all.

I agree that there could be a subliminal issue with the word, ‘right’. Use it enough, and you’ll always be connecting the right way to do something with the right-wing political ideology. But let’s not get too hasty. If we ban all words that could convey a subliminal connection to something else, then we’ll end up with no words to use. Maybe people are micromanaging words, not so much for the slur/insult factor, but for the brainwashing effect.

‘Don’t call us anything connected to poor’ is what the feigned horror is all about when somebody uses the trigger ‘nigger’ word. You can call yourself poor, but nobody else can. When people do this, I figure they have so little power in real life, that the indignation and  demand over control of a word that practically no one uses, except those who complain about it, is like a slap by their own hand to their own face. Remember what they did with the word gay? It used to mean happy. Now it means in which direction your genitals fly. So now, nobody can use the word gay, unless they’re referencing somebody’s genitals, and most of the people using the word, are gay.

The same goes for the word ‘Jew’. Who would ever think to classify it as an epithet, except a Jew complaining that another Jew called even another Jew, a Jew. I don’t know where the slang words of ‘left’ and ‘right’ came from when describing political parties. Maybe left field. She/he is wa-a-ay out in left field. How many times have people heard their ideas dumped into the left field bin? It’s a way to humiliate, to demean, to take the punch out of your ideas. Well, God doesn’t care how far out into left field a person is [see how we inadvertently switch the ball to an idea and then the idea to a person?]

As long as you stay within the boundaries of the Five Principles, you’ll be okay. So somebody says, yeah, I did the Five Principles, then my wife left me, I lost my job, my car died, the landlord raised the rent and I got….Yeah, and you handled it all didn’t you? You kept your self-respect. And you lived to tell about it. Bravo.

The point of this introduction is to shine a star on you. You don’t need to be somebody’s hit person to be in God’s play. Everybody gets a part, and if you don’t like the one you were offered, then God will find one that suits you better. God wants you to shine. It doesn’t cost a dime. It’s free. You own it. It’s you. However, if you want to be a hit person for somebody else, then I suggest you check in with the Five Principles and see where that job lies. You don’t have to make somebody else shine. Make yourself shine by who you are, and what makes you special – and not by how many people you hit for some other group, in order that the group keep feeding you. It’s easy to be a hit person when you think you can’t be valued for anything else. All life has value.

Referring to the introductory paragraph: “…At those junctures, where options are presented, you need to be in the best condition to make the correct decisions – for you. I now change that back to “the right decisions…”. No one should try to ban such a beautiful word as ‘right’ by replacing it with something that’s amoral. Take the morality out, and next thing you know, you’re parading people on T.V. in order to humiliate them, knowing in advance that they’ll do whatever you say, in order to keep their careers and their families safe from the Jewish Underground Network, that’s apparently operating above ground these days.

They removed ‘stocks’ from the village square many years ago, whereby people’s heads and hands were locked into wooden holes in a big wooden plank for the purpose of humiliating them in public. How about if we burn the plank instead of the person? Humiliation doesn’t change behavior for the better. Oh, it may produce an apology, but seething beneath the fold, an equally offensive behavior will be expressed in a different way. Humiliation is a lazy mind’s knee-jerk way of criticizing an individual or a group.

It takes some thought to criticize without humiliation. When the person doing the humiliating derives pleasure from the act, then sadism becomes involved. It may be time to impeach Rachael Maddow, before she decides to run for office, where she can pass laws using humiliation as her foundation for change. I’m taking away your name and giving you a letter (RM). So you R trained in the Maccabean tradition of destroying gentiles – just as the Muslims are trained in the holy tradition of destroying infidels – those not faithful to your respective traditions of owning the world. Oh, you’ll say, ‘it’s not about owning the world, it’s about making the world let us do whatever it is we want to do for our own benefit – in the absence of opposition’.

Bingo.


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To President Vladimir Putin,

“Lithuania: Stay calm in case of foreign invasion”

That’s the name of the article. Right after the Olympics, the USA was screaming about Lithuania as if the USA knew what you were going to do when they were shocked that their plan failed.

I understand fully the rhetoric. However, just in case there are seeds of truth in the rhetoric, and frankly I don’t believe any of it, hands off Lithuania. You know more than anyone on this side of the war game that’s being played out in public, created by USA and NATO interests, that Lithuania wants to be free, after too many countries over too many years controlled them.


 It doesn’t matter who owns Lithuania now – that they can’t see – what matters is that they, and they alone make their choices.


Just like the people in Crimea made their choice to be with Russia, the Lithuanians chose  to be free of oppression. Had the Soviet Union been different at the time they were a part of that union, things might be different now. But they weren’t and they’re not buying into that program again – no matter how hard you might try to persuade them that there is a new Russia, or no matter how hard other forces might try to fear-monger them into supporting their own national interest causes.

I recall a little too clearly, when Lithuania came to the USA to ask for support in their efforts to gain independence and they were turned down. Who do you think came to their rescue?

Do you really think that the USA, the European Union and NATO are going to bail out Ukraine from all their financial woes? No.

They want Crimea; they don’t want Ukraine. They want Russia to bail out Ukraine, while Crimea stays under Ukranian control. The only way the USA can gain control of Crimea is to gain control of Ukraine, which has had and continues to have weak leadership. The USA exploited that weak leadership for their own national interests in the region.

Now, they’re doing the same with Lithuania. Lithuania is also weak. Those who promised them the sun and the stars never delivered. Now the USA comes in to be their protector.

Let it go.


Lithuania: Stay calm in case of foreign invasion

Associated Press

VILNIUS, Lithuania (AP) — Lithuania’s defense ministry is advising its citizens how to react in case of war, reflecting jitters over neighboring Russia’s intervention in Ukraine and a recent increase of reported airspace violations in the Baltic region.

The 98-page booklet, entitled “How to act in extreme situations or instances of war,” is to be distributed next week in Lithuania, a NATO member that was under Moscow’s rule from 1940 until 1991…

Read more here > http://news.yahoo.com/lithuania-stay-calm-case-foreign-invasion-101213526.html

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TO LITHUANIA – A POEM

I can write this in the dark, but I can’t read this in the light. That’s the poem.

The next is all political, just as you have become.

I am ashamed of Lithuania – that you would go with whoever wants you, instead of who you want.

If you want to dance, then dance with the Five Principles, or don’t dance at all.