N'est ce pas une société triste et mesquine qui tolère l'intolérance mais autorise ses forces de l'ordre de piéger les motoristes modestes qui osent dépasser la limite de vitesse un brin le jour même de Noël pour le partager avec leurs familles?

Et quelle manière digne des trois singes, de commencer une nouvelle année en évitant d'encourager le peuple Iranian qui risque sa vie pour la liberté!
Même en cet an nouveau va-t-on continuer la pantomime pathétique? Pour combien de temps encore?

Aujourd'hui les Chefs d'Etats dignes de leur fonction sont peu nombreux. Mais ce sont surtout eux les cibles de la haine des idéologues, les neo-Marxistes épaulés par les media myopes et vendus.

L'idéologie camouflée par le soi-disant 'humanitarisme'. Puis la nouvelle religion du réchauffement planétaire' pour faire peur afin d'exploiter financièrement et politiquement, ou de taxer les pollueurs sans toute fois les empêcher de continuer à polluer.
En somme le règne de l'hypocrisie continue, autant que ceux qui font mine de nous représenter la pratiquent.

Mais jamais on ne devrait être pessimiste au début d'une nouvelle année. Il y a quand même la consolation qu'eventuellement la vérité l'emporte toujours. La vérité est la lumière qui définit ce que l'on voit. Même les formes camouflées, dissimulées, sournoises et sinistres finissent par apparaître clairement devant nous, parfaitement visibles enfin, et parfois de manière flagrante et ridicule. D'ailleurs le soleil se lève déjà, et malgré le brouillard, la pluie et le mauvais temps, le roi est nu!
Alors levons nos verres, et trinquons à la Bonne Année!

Text and images © Mirino. January, 2018

Snow comment

Another Christmas, but it's been a sad, cold December. Max died. Yet what a wonderful life he had, and what an unforgettable companion he has always been.
Max was too special to be deprived of his final days, and be put down. That we were there with him was enough. The rest, he took on himself without ever a whimper, although God knows it's never easy. A little hero in his seventeenth year.

Cayden knew, and helped him in his own way. We all miss Max, but we know where he is. On our walks every day, Cayden pulls me to the little garden, by the waterfall where Max lies. It's a little ritual, but maybe it helps smooth things for Cayden, to come to terms with losing his little paternal friend.
We can learn so much from our canine companions.

Le dernier adieu de Max, deux jours avant de partir

Another Christmas to end yet another crazy year, maybe even madder than the last. Perhaps we tend to think even more in terms with what Christmas essentially represents, because it's evident that this real aspect is being methodically, ideologically undermined.

This also makes one think of Jerusalem, the capital of Israel. The UN, like the EU, can make their own club judgements and resolutions, but can one affirm that they represent the truth, and the will of the people?
Do they reflect historic evidence?
The intelligent world would be reassured that Jerusalem is in capable hands for the benefit of everyone, of all religions, for posterity. The sacred city is not a possession. It's not something that can be divided into three or four equal parts as if it were a cake. It commands far more respect than that, and deserves the greatest of care from those reputed to be the most responsible and caring of people in this regard.

What with Max trotting off to heaven’s kennel, it wasn't an inspiring moment. One could say in defence of what I painfully managed to finally come up with, that the deer were in rut and made off, leaving Saint Nicholas in a huff. He nevertheless set out as best he could, although he had obviously forgotten his snow shoes.

Merry Christmas to all faithful and patient readers of Viewfinder, and all best wishes for a saner, healthier and happy New Year!


Nazareth, where the site (St Joseph’s Church) of Joseph’s carpentry atelier is found, and where there is an underground ‘Synagogue Church’ where Jesus is said to have studied and prayed.
Bethlehem (city of David) birth place of Jesus, lieu of Rachel’s Tomb, an important Jewish Holy site.
Jerusalem of the Kingdom of Judah. According to biblical history, King David established Jerusalem as the capital of the United Kingdom of Israel. His son, King Solomon, was responsible for the building of the First Temple, all of great symbolic importance for the Jews as well as the Christians. It was near Jerusalem where Jesus was crucified.

After Mecca and Medina, Islam considers Jerusalem the third most sacred city. However, in view of its history, of being destroyed at least twice, besieged 23 times, attacked 52 times, captured and recaptured 44 times, one wonders if it’s not considered more a prize of war, than a sacred city.
Given its biblical and factual history, what justifies so much the Islamic revendication? Could one not make a parallel by imagining Christians and Hebrews tirelessly conquering and reconquering, defending and redefending the cities of Mecca and Medina, then constantly claiming them as historic prizes of war, or 'possessions'?
If this nonsensical hypothesis were historically true, one would also imagine that the UN would categorically reject such an outrageous Christian and Hebrew claim. 

Text and images © Mirino. December, 2017

Another poem

I love this season, and when, literally out of the blue, you are blest with a surprisingly warm day with a cloudless sky in mid November. It's naturally Heaven sent.
Here particulary, in this hidden, Italian haven, a tiny paradise in a mad world.
Autumn always brings on nostalgia. Contemplating the long shadows, the thoughts flash through one's mind like the sunlit, golden leaves.

Europe is a beautiful continent. So rich and divers in culture and geography. So steeped in history. Old and mellow like a fine, rare wine found in a cellar full of history and cobwebs. But can one say that those who pretend to represent Europe have the stature to assume the responsibility?

Without wishing to harp on about the famous 'agenda' that most people still shrug off as yet another conspiracy theory, despite the total lack of coherent explanation as to what is being imposed, how can the EU seriously pretend to represent and defend the interests of Europe when it seems to be going out of its way to do exactly the opposite?

The reactions are evident, and not limited to Europe, because the 'agenda' is naturally 'global'. But instead of attempting to reverse the process in order to regain the confidence of the people the establishment claims to represent, it derides those who understandably have serious doubts about it. The EU demonstrates its disdain. The Visegrád Group who oppose the irresponsible imposition of migrants and care for the safeguard of their culture and the security of their people, are virtually treated as fascists. In fact the EU trend seems to be, that anyone who dares show any hint of patriotism, is more or less labelled a Nazi. The Brexit decision is cursed, and ridiculous assertions are made as if the UK will become a worm eaten, old carp dying a horrible death after the oxygenised, pristine waters of the EU will be cut off.

In contrast to the ever welcome, brave new world, Muslim migrants who can do no wrong, Trump and Putin are considered the 'elite', arch-enemies of EU progress.
One can, however, seriously question the objectives of the EU. Even without trying to pin the club down in doing so.
Without considering the constant negative consequences in Europe, how can the EU and all those engaged in the incoherent process of imposing immigration where it is not wanted or needed, blindly continue the experiment knowing full well that it is causing the deaths of many thousands of would-be migrants from North Africa? All ending up at the bottom of the Mediterranean for the sake of a merkelian illusion.
Isn't that alone, enough to make one want to disassociate oneself from such cretinous, cynical ideologues?

Simple people who grow their own vegetables and make their own wine and olive oil each year, have far more confidence in nature than in the pompous, political pantomimes that go on in Brussel and elswhere.
There's young Macron proudly strutting about the world eager to be acclaimed as the divine saviour of the planet. He will cure climatic abnormalities and pave the way to glorious globalism. He seems to think it's all an easy banker's trick.

Of course, the old men in their gardens have seen it all before. They sadly smile as they store the last, still green tomatoes in their cellars, knowing that they will redden. They never talk about things of no importance. They are wiser than that. They have confidence in nature and Providence. For them each year tells its own story, like another beautiful poem.

Text and images © Mirino. November, 2017

Les copains

Max est entré dans sa dix-septième année. C'est un bichon maltais. Cayden lui, doit peser environ 30 kilos. Il n'a que trois ans. C'est un croisé entre un border-colley et un berger-allemand. Gatsby, le chat, est leur copain. Lorsqu'on doit partir pour quelques jours on laisse toujours Gatsby car il déteste la voiture et préfère rester à la maison aux soins d'un gentil voisin. Il sait toujours qu'on va revenir.

Quand Max, déjà vieux, a perdu sa copine Lune, une petite cotton, (qui ne vivait que pour manger) il ne voulait plus vivre lui non plus. C'est pour cela que l'on a pris Cayden. D'abord tout petit il prenait Max pour son papa. Ils dormaient dans le même panier. Cayden a donné à Max le goût de vivre à nouveau. D'ailleurs même après quelques jours, son état général s'était extraordinairement amélioré.
Bien que Cayden grandissait, il prenait toujours Max pour son papa, et Max se vantait d'être le chef. Plus tard il y a eu des moments où ils se disputaient, mais Cayden, qui aurait pu facilement tuer Max s'il le voulait, ne lui faisait jamais mal. C'était du cinéma, comme les premières disputes entre un jeune homme et son père, qui au fond s'aiment profondément. Donc c'est certain que Max, a été ressuscité par Cayden.

Dernièrement cependant Max a pris un coup de vieux. Il avait déjà de graves problèmes concernant sa colonne vertébrale. En plus il est aussi devenu très sourd et presque aveugle. Mais malgré tout cela, il a un courage extraordinaire, et il ne se plaint jamais.
Un jour, Max est libre. C'est donc un bon jour pour lui de point de vue vision et santé générale. Mais il a du manger quelque chose qui lui a flanqué une indigestion assez sérieuse. On pensait qu'il allait mourir. Le lendemain soir, Cayden l'a grommelé d'une manière impressionnante, mais sans lui faire mal, comme toujours. C'est après que l'on a réalisé que Cayden voulait le secouer, car par la suite Max s'est débarrassé de ce qui le gêner.

Aujourd'hui Max ne peut plus facilement descendre les escaliers, sauf s'il tombe, ce qu'il fait si on ne bloque pas l'accès pour l'empêcher. Monter maintenant c'est hors de question. On doit le porter, doucement, pour qu'il fasse ses besoins dehors. Mais Cayden refuse de descendre les escaliers sans que Max soit là aussi. On descend donc tous ensemble.
Puis Max doit manger d'abord. Cayden attend avant de manger. C'est une attente assez longue car Max n'a plus assez de dents pour manger comme avant.

C'est une émouvante histoire de vie, de fidélité, et d'amour. Et c'est aussi une leçon pour nous.
Les chiens vivent trop longtemps et pas assez longtemps. Trop longtemps car ils deviennent partie intégrante de nos vies de famille. Pas assez longtemps car ils nous manquent durement après la fin de leur modeste trajet.

Le début de son trajet Max l'a passé avec sa maîtresse. Elle l'amenait avec lui à son travail car elle ne pouvait pas le laisser tout seul à la maison aussi longtemps. Il avait donc l'habitude d'être patient et discret. Lors de ses déplacements Il l'attendait souvent dans la voiture, dans les parkings, sachant qu'elle va revenir. La voiture d'ailleurs était pour lui alors comme un deuxième chez lui.

Dans la fleur de l'âge Max pouvait faire tant de choses. 'Bi-langue' il pouvait faire des 'roll-overs' et des 'turn arounds' sur ses pattes arrières. Je lui ai même appris à fermer la porte lorsqu'il revenait de ses promenades matinales libre, là où il avait plein de copains et de copines canin(e)s.
Lorsqu'il sautait si facilement sur le lit, on aurait dit qu'il volait, il planait. Il avait un équilibre étonnant, comme un chamois. Il n'avait peur de rien, aucunement pour les hauteurs. Il se mettait sur des precipices pointus donnant sur 800 mètres de vide, sans problèmes. Max était toujours le chef. Toujours.

C'est aussi pour cela qu'on ne peut que l'admirer encore pour son courage exemplaire. Nous ne sommes pas les seuls car c'est évident que Cayden et Gatsby l'admirent eux aussi. Ils l'aident chacun à leur manière.

Une petite histoire, une petite leçon d'amour et de loyauté. La vie en somme, mais un peu trop accélérée. Très belle, plus profonde que l'on imagine, et émouvante.
Plus tard il y aura sans doute une belle histoire à raconter à propos de Cayden.

Text and images © Mirino, October, 2017

Sensum communem

The Fountain Head, written by Ayn Rand in 1943, is an excellent novel underlining the total counter-productivity of socialism and overinflated State control, as opposed to allowing individual enterprise, encouraging exceptional talent consolidated with integrity, and devoted artistic expression.
The fact that the film version produced by Warner Brothers in 1949, starring Garry Cooper (as the architect Howard Roark) was demeaned by negative criticism from the establishment media even
then, underlines the quasi constant, latent power of socialism. Nevertheless the book has sold more than 6.5 millions of copies and has been translated in twenty languages.

What Adam Smith, Scottish Economist and philosopher of the 18th century, advocates in his 'Wealth of Nations' is still considered a chef d'œuvre of economic common-sense. This common-sense has always been dismissed by socialism.
His work is based on the logic that everyone benefits from individual ambition and success. That people buy good bread from their favourite baker, not because their wish is to please the baker, but because their wish is to please themselves.

Had Steve Jobs not had the freedom and opportunity to produce and perfect his Macintosh computer, the whole world would have been deprived of the best personal computer and communications systems.
One could argue that multinationals are killing off small businesses, but there are international laws regarding competition and monopolies. The fact that other communications systems have more or less ripped off the Apple system in a round about way, shows what Apple also has to contend with.

Competition obviously has a positive effect. Without it humanity will never be able to reach the stars, which eventually will become an absolute necessity.
Personally, I could spend weeks trying to protect my own copyright, which through Internet is being pirated constantly. So it works both ways.
If I took the time and was accorded the freedom to produced something considered worthwhile, then obviously I am not the only one who benefits.

The nations who promote and officialise same sex marriages, and impose incoherent, gender theories on children in schools, constitute neo-Marxist or socialist attempts to condition children and depreciate family values. In this respect Russia is well qualified to give the West valuable advice based on its own experience of failed Marxist ideology.

Throughout their schooling all children without exception should be given the same chance of obtaining the best possible education. But socialism decrees that this equality should reflect in the results. In order to determine this fabricated equality, one would have to discourage those who wish to advance in order that the mediocre pupils have some sort of chance in catching up. Naturally this would lead to a general mediocre level of education. In fact socialism systematically engenders mediocrity.

This mediocrity could also be applied to the present moronic merkelian madness of pretending that mixing up incompatible cultures will eventually produce a positive, multicultural society. At best it would subsequently produce culturally destructive mediocrity, but it would be not unreasonable to suggest that one could eventually end up with Dystopia. 

Text © Mirino. Image- book cover of the first edition of Ayn Rand's The Fountain Head. 
September, 2017



History is always written by the conquerors, sometimes accurately, sometimes falsely.
For latter examples one only has to look towards Turkey who confuses war with genocide. Equally one could look towards France and their inglorious, (tending towards genocidal) revolution. For the latter example the justification would be the cause of the Republic. The apparently less durable cause of Soviet communism killed many more millions. Yet if one looks closely enough into the history of nations, there are often such discords, less clamourous perhaps, but still questionable. The Battle of the Boyne in 1690, and the subsequent annual Orange Day march in Ireland (to keep the wound open and festering) is good example.

For the US Confederates, their engagement would probably be less in support of slavery, than in support of a way of life. However just and reasonable the decree of abolishing slavery might have generally been appreciated, in the minds of those prepared to sacrifice themselves to conserve a way of life, were they not fighting for what they also consider to be their freedom?
Ironically many Afro-Americans fought with them. They too, often accepted as part of southern families, having seen the children grow and having cared for them, might have been fighting for what they believed was their choice, their particular freedom, and Afro-American identity.
Many of them subsequently 'freed', had no place to go and no offer of employment. For them would this be 'freedom'? Often they were also treated as scapegoats, the 'unworthy cause' of the tragic conflict between American brothers.

Naturally this is not an apology for slavery.
Oscar Wilde was quite right when he pointed out that the slave owners who did most harm, were those who were kind to their slaves, in as much as they contributed in perpetuating the abomination of slavery. Yet whilst imbeciles pull down statues of men who fought for what they believed in, the former brainless beings allowing themselves to be so used, are oblivious to the fact that slavery continues even today.
The African migrants (many thousands of whom have drowned in the Mediterranean) being enticed to risk their lives and those of their families, to come to Europe to work, are hardly likely to get executive jobs. They won't even be accorded a minimum wage.
Merkel pointed out the need for cheap labour in Germany. Isn't that slavery? Or are we to believe that being paid something, negates the argument?

What cannot be negated is history. Only fools or regressive ideologues try to negate history. When people who, rightly or wrongly, fought fairly and nobly for what they believed in, and were respected for this, they deserve being remembered and commemorated. Desecrating such memorials is an act of hateful ignorance. Beings who demean themselves in this way trample on history and the essence of freedom. They trample on the notion of: "I don't agree with your opinion, but I would fight for your right to express it". They trample on the USA.
In pulling down a statue of even a modest Confederate soldier, they are virtually pulling down the Statue of Liberty.


The sculpture of Robert E Lee was first carried out by Henry Shrady (1871-1922).
Due to chronic illness which led to Shrady's death, the work was completed by Leo Lentelli in 1924. It was dedicated in May of that same year. Apparently Lentelli's version is less animated than that originally planned by Shrady.

Composite © Mirino (using a cropped image of the equestrian statue of Robert E. Lee, and an image of woods in Virginia, USA, with thanks for their use). August, 2017.