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July 14, 2019

The S-400 Dilemma

The following article is translated from a U-Tube speech by Ergun Diler and translated by Behcet Kaya

Yesterday, July 12, 2019, was the day Russian Cargo planes landed at Murted Airfield in Ankara. They brought the first load of S-400 Russian missiles which Turkey had purchased.

July 12, 2019 also is the day that America declared Turkey its enemy.

In order to understand today’s affairs (it’s helpful to remember) the statement uttered by President George W. Bush while he was in the White House:

“You are either with us or you are on our enemy’s side. There is no middle.”

This was his message to the world. This statement (was also) declared today by the US Deep State.

In order to understand tensions between the US and Turkey over the S-400 missile system, we have to go back to September 11, 2001. We don’t want to get into the details of who, why, or what happened to the Twin Towers. Passenger planes crashed into the towers and destroyed America’s financial center along with 3000 people killed. What happened next was the US declared war on Iraq and Afghanistan and occupied those countries.

The danger on September 11, 2001 was the same as the danger on July 12, 2019. S-400 danger.

Why did the US take the war far away from America? It wanted to stop China and Iran. The US did not want Iran to sell China as much oil as it needed. It wanted Iran to sell oil in the amount the US wanted to sell China.

Also the US put its armed forces in between China and Iran. Did you ever wonder why the US has stayed in Afghanistan for the last 19 years? Not only did the US get in between China and Iran, but US forces actually occupied the very mining resources in Afghanistan to separate China and Iran.

The US also invaded Iraq. It wanted to control the oil flow through the Persian Gulf. America was disturbed by China’s expanding power and it wanted to limit the oil flow to China (rather than) what China needed.

Now, in order to understand America’s displeasure about S-400s in Turkey, Eurasia, and China, we have to go back to the President Bush’s quote, “You are either with us or you are on our enemy’s side.” This quote was clearly and distinctly spelled out by the Pentagon on July 12, 2019 to the world.

What happened next? The Deep State brought to power a black president. Barack Obama took the flag of the US to higher elevations, whereas Bush left it in the quote, “You are either with us or on our enemy’s side.” The US started to implement economic sanctions to those countries, which it sees as not being in its orbit, including Turkey.

In 2016 Trump came to power by the US public’s choosing and the wave of economic sanctions continued. But the Deep State knew that Trump would not continue the Bush and Obama sanctions. Trump was surfing a different path than the Deep State had planned for.

The Deep State with the Congress passed the CATZA law, but Trump and his son-in-law Kushner did not favor the sanction law. Enter Mueller, who came on the scene to investigate Trump’s Russia collision. Trump’s White House started to shake. The Deep State started to investigate Trump’s tax returns. Trump appointees were fired and his trusted people were accused of treason, such as General Flynn. In other words a cloud of fear accumulated over Trump’s White House. Because of this President Trump signed the CATZA bill into law.

It was clear that Trump and Erdogan were getting along just fine and also Kushner, but the Deep State was against a Trump/Erdogan alliance. Then came the Pastor Brunson crisis and the Interior Secretary of Turkey and the CEO of Halk bank in Turkey were not allowed to enter the US and their money in the US was frozen. Steel and aluminum tariffs were put on Turkey just like the tariffs implemented on China.
During 2017 when Trump was black mailed by the Deep State to sign the CATZA bill, the billionaires in Turkey started to take their monies out of Turkey.

What happened next? The Republic of Turkey decided firmly to buy the Russian S-400 missile system to counter American injustice and also to give a clear message to the US that Turkey clearly chose to be on the Eurasia side.

How did America see this? Since 2016 the Deep State has officially declared President Bush’s famous quote, “You are either with us or against us.” That was the purpose of this speech and the US clearly sees Turkey an enemy.

The Deep State intends to bring Turkey’s economy down to African standards. That is the reason the so called ‘Arab Spring’ was started by the CIA and Mossad as well as the civil war in Syria. (All of this was) to get the Eastern Mediterranean oil and gas riches.

There is another major issue here. The US along with its allies, Israel and the Arab States, decided to exclude Turkey from the Eastern Mediterranean oil and natural gas fields. Turkey has a major coastline and continental seashore rights, but the US supports Greece and Southern Cyprus and will not allow Turkey to benefit from the oil and gas riches of the Eastern Mediterranean fields.

The US and NATO know that with Turkey having the S-400 missile system it will not be able to fly war planes over the Eastern Mediterranean to protect the oil drilling ships.

Therefore, Turkey with its missiles will defend the area securely.

Ask yourselves this question – why is the US supporting YPG in Syria? It is for this reason and despite the fact that Trump (made the) decision to pull the troops from Syria does not mean anything.

The US, along with its allies, Southern Cyprus, Greece, Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, and Italy are all preparing to share the oil fields of the Eastern Mediterranean.
The UK also has two military bases in Cyprus and the French have one. They too want to share in the oil fields there. But the UK has (past) experience with Turks in the previous century with Gelibolu. So, for them having the US is for their advantage and (they do) not want to be excluded. Just about every nation wants a piece of the pie and they want to exclude Turkey.

Having blackmailed Trump into signing the CATZA bill, excluding Turkey, Arab Spring and all are the US plan.

But Turkey is not sitting and collecting apples and pears. Turkey is prepared to take its place in the next century and that is not on the side of US. The Turks seem to have (experienced) this scenario before in WWI and will do it again. That is why the Turkish nation will become one voice and overcome this. Because the Republic of Turkey saw what is coming it purchased the world most advanced system along with developing its own missile system.

May 28, 2019

I despise the current state of politics in Turkey

I despise the current state of politics in Turkey.

The leaders of all the parties should resign. For that matter I think Recep Tayyup Erdogan should resign as well.

Why aren’t Turkish leaders grooming the younger up and coming politicians to become the future leaders? The ones who have potential, intelligence, and deserve to lead?

April 23, 2019

Recent Attack on Kemal Kilicdaroglu

I am proud to be a Turk and I am very proud to be a Turkish-American. But like so many other Turks I have many problems with US foreign policies, particularly where Turkey is concerned.

The most recent example came just days ago when the Turkish opposition party leader (opposition to the current president Erdogan), Kemal Kilictaroglu, was shamelessly attacked while attending the funeral of a Turkish soldier. Kilictaroglu represents the party that our founding father, Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, began.

March 6, 2019

Murphy's Law

As they say in Murphy’s Law, if things go wrong, it will all go wrong. That was my flight from Istanbul to Brussels. I will write that journey later. I know for sure that my computer will go blank because I am unable to charge the MacBook Air.

I am at home now and rested and am going to finish my story.

After clearing passport control in Brussels, I headed for baggage claim to get my luggage. I was lucky to snag one of the elusive baggage carts and loaded my 52-pound suitcase. I was hot wearing my sweater and winter coat; my backpack slung over my shoulders.

Pushing the cart I found the elevator to the second floor and walked outside.
It was windy and cold. I stopped to check my IPhone for the name of my hotel. My wife made sure to send me three e-mails concerning my flights and my hotel reservation.

Since I was outside of the airport and heading towards the hotel shuttle stop I had no Internet. I couldn’t access my e-mails and I have forgotten the name of the hotel.

In short, back inside I went. Back to the elevator and downstairs to departures where I connected to Wi-Fi on my IPhone. I found all the flight information, but not the hotel reservation. I stopped in a cafĂ©, sat down, and opened my laptop. I saw under my e-mails “Park Inn by Radisson,” but when I tried to open the e-mail it disappeared. I think what happened was the laptop must have archived the e-mail.

Back outside again I managed find the shuttle to my hotel. After boarding the shuttle I found an empty seat. Finally I arrived at the Radisson (or so I thought) and headed inside out of the cold. The wind and the cold in the city of Brussels makes your bones wiggle.

At the reception I said, “Good evening. I have reservation.”
The man asked for my passport and checked.
“I am sorry, sir. There is no reservation for Kaya.”
Of course, I couldn’t find the e-mail to show him the reservation number.
“Look. My wife reserved my stay through Orbitz. I saw her book it. Is this the Radisson?”
“No, sir. This is Van der Valk. But the Radisson is right across from here.”

He phoned the shuttle driver to come back and take me to the Radisson. There were other passengers who had also gotten mixed up.

At the Radisson I had to take an elevator to the second floor for the reception and check-in. I thought that was most unusual. I was given room #415 and I proceeded to the fourth floor. There were several doors leading to the rooms. I read the sign with an arrow that indicated rooms from 412—430 and proceeded to open the door for the hallway to those rooms.

I found room 414, next 416, and 412, but there was no 415. This was crazy! I went further and the numbers decreased. I went in the opposite direction and still no room 415.

Frustrated was an understatement. I went back downstairs to reception.
“Where the hell is 415?” I shouted.
The young women was trying to appease me and said, “I will take you there, sir.”

I followed her. She took the same route I took, only this time she proceeded towards the decreasing numbers and we turned perpendicular to another hallway. Then I saw 413 next to 415. She opened the door with her master key. When we were inside, she asked for my key and put it in the magnetic slide and turned the lights on.

I said, “Whoever designed this hotel must have Alzheimer’s disease.”
She laughed and tried to show me how the shower worked.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I am tired and frustrated. If you don’t mind?”

I settled in and went downstairs for dinner. Ordered a hamburger with fries. The waiter brought my hamburger. I just ate the fries. Not the hamburger, because they cooked it in frying oil and it stank. I told the waiter that Europe was going downhill and left.

I slept all of about four hours. When I woke up my IPhone showed 4:50am. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. At 6:15am I got up to shave, then packed to go downstairs to have a breakfast.

Before I checked out I asked, “Which way is the restaurant to have breakfast?”
“The restaurant opens at six sir.”
I showed him my IPhone indicating it was close to 8:00am. He showed me his IPhone that read 4:40am. I checked my phone and found I was somehow on Chicago time.

Now to the good part. My flight from Brussels to Atlanta. We were airborne at about 10:45am. About 30 minutes into our journey we were nearing the British Channel.

I turned on flight tracker and it read 5:15am at our destination which meant Atlanta time, making it 4:15am Navarre time. My wife may or may not be awake and up yet.

I began to observe things around me. That is the thing a writer does. To observe and listen. What I noticed on this flight was that in the First Class cabin where I was seated, every flight attendant was older. I mean that they were advanced in years. This was an Atlanta based crew as the captain announced.

There was a male flight attendant who had to be older than me, and I am 70 years old. At least that is how he looked. I felt like I wanted to apply for a job as a flight attendant. Yes, I may be 70 years old, but people tell me that I look like I must be in my late 50’s.

I had been a waiter during the time I was a student studying for a mechanical engineering degree. Yes! Why not apply to Delta as a flight attendant. Then I thought, wait a minute. I am 70 and if I feel functional and sharp. I should probably apply to study to become a pilot rather than a glorified waiter.

A flight attendant by the name of Lee was my server. I don’t mean in the capacity of a servant, but rather the flight attendant assigned to my side of the cabin. There were four flight attendants in the First Class cabin. Two females and two males. Through Lee I managed to learn all of their names. On my side of the cabin were Lee and Andy and on the other side were Dick and Sue.

All of them had to be at least sixty or over that. I witnessed the way they attended to their work with utmost passion and knowledge. Compare that to young and beautiful flight attendants. Some are good, but always back in their mind is the thought, “I am beautiful. Pay attention to me.” Much like a teenager does things to get attention. And watch how the adults react to their behaviors.

Back to the flight tracker. It showed that we are over the British Channel approaching Great Britain. Lee brought the wine tray. I chose a French white wine because I’d ordered prawn with some exotic sauce.

Naturally with any fish dish one chooses a white wine. I don’t know why I think that. Is it because James Bond movies influenced the way we choose our dinner wines?

The flight tracker showed we were between Great Britain and Ireland. The current time in Atlanta was 5:50am, which means it was about 4:50am in Navarre. Nancy might be up or still in bed. I could not be sure.

These are the things I think about.

Lee, my flight attendant, brought my French wine for a second filling. Flight tracker shows we were over Ireland and about to leave Ireland behind. Lee brought the appetizers, consisting of salad, parsley soup, some other that I am not familiar, and bread. I declined to have bread. Why? Because I wanted to know if I could control my freewill not to have bread, which I did.

Of course I am a bread eater. But, I behaved like an aristocrat. I did everything according to the behavior of an aristocrat. Of course I am not an aristocrat, but I happen to know how their dinner manners are.

I am in the window seat 4D in the First Class cabin with no seat next to me. To the left of me sits a Frenchman. I know he is French because I heard him say oganc juice instead of orange juice; g with that throat sound. That is definitely French.

I am amused with the way he eats. The Frenchy eat in rapid progression. I have watched how a monkey eats his food and I have now decided there is a similarity between the monkey’s way of eating, and this French man. Particularly the way he eats his bread, much like a monkey eats his bananas. He opens the bread and rapidly picks the seeds out of the bread one by one, picks them and eats them. Not eating the bread itself, but just the seeds.

Frenchy takes strong, sharp, sudden bites with his other food, much like a dog. He swallows, or rather snaps up every mouthful, too soon and too fast. And he keeps looking sideways here and there while he eats, as if he thinks there is danger lurking, or someone is observing him and coming to take his food away.

He is altogether too unsettled in his mind over it to appreciate it comfortably, I think. Or to have somebody to dine with him, without making a chop with his jaws at the visitor. In all of which he is particular. He is very like much the dog when he eats his food, and he is very much like the monkey when he eats his bread, picking the seeds, sharp, sudden and fast.

The way he eats reminds me of my German Shepard, Duchess. When I was a boy I would steal bits of chicken from my mother’s cooking and throw them to Duchess. The dog would catch the piece of chicken, chew sharply two or three times, and swallow. Then she would wait until I threw her another piece. The second she swallowed, the quicker I would throw, and the quicker she would catch and swallow.

That is the way my next row neighbor eats his seeds in the bread in rapid succession.

The flight tracker shows 6:14am at the destination. It is 5:14am in Navarre. Nancy is probably up and brewing her coffee, or may have already done that and is now sipping her coffee and surfing the internet on her I-pad.

We are flying just south of Greenland in the middle of the North Atlantic. I am on my fourth glass of French white wine. My neighbor to the left has finished his fifth glass of wine and is still picking seeds from his bread. Some of the seeds from bread have dropped on his tray. He picks those up as well, eating rapidly like a monkey eats and discards.

I decide Frenchy must be OCD. Everything he does is in rapid succession. He finishes his dinner even before me. And I am a fast eater compared to Nancy, my dear wife.

It is 7:25am at our destination which means it is 6:25am. Nancy must be up and tracking which seat I am sitting in on my flight to Atlanta. Dinner is finished and everyone is laying back, relaxing. My French neighbor finishes his computer work and, again in rapid succession, he puts away his computer, adjusts his seat, lays back with a blanket over him, and seems to fall asleep.

I don’t know that he is asleep, but I see that his middle section is rising up and down as he breaths. He sits up and looks at his IPhone and the picture of a beautiful woman. I am not sure whether the woman is his wife or his companion. He puts the phone aside, picks up a book pretending he is reading. After a while he puts the book aside and picks a magazine. He is continually doing something and changing things.

The flight tracker shows that we over Nuuk, Greenland.

I must mention the way Dick reacted when he brought me coffee. I said, “Thank you, Dick.” He was taken aback as to how I knew his name, but continued to do his job and pretended nothing unusual happened.

Later on, the male flight attendant on my side brought me a fruit tray. I took a banana, and said, “Thank you, Andy.” I got the same reaction.

“How did you know my name?” he asked.
“Through Lee,” I said.
Then we started to have a pleasant conversation.

By now everyone is asleep. Only my window shade is still up. I lower it. We are passing over Kanginnliguit in Iceland and I think now I am getting tired.

I want to lay back and go to sleep.