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Elena lui Stefan, Detalii la Dreptate
și Canonizarea Familiei
Păcat că Genialul Vasile Socaciu
care ne-a Părăsit Prematur, s-a Lăsat Mituit de PSD
For her Sacrifices to Stop the Genocide in Vietnam, where she was about to receive a bomb in the head from the Americans themselves, Joan Baez, a Conscience of Humanity, deserved to receive the Nobel Peace Prize in the 60s! Unfortunately, this Prize also fell into the hands of some International Sharks who awarded it to some Nobodys for the Manipulation of entire peoples in which they wanted to put their Nobelist Puppets at their Leadership! Two decades Uncle Sam strained his muscles to throw millions of bombs on the poor but brave Vietnamese who finally Defeated the Aggressor of Peoples with Airplanes, Missiles and Bombs even of 10 tons! Without caring about the killing of millions of people, millions of wild animals or the Destruction of Forests and Nature! And today Vietnamese people are still blowing themselves up! In English, about 3 decades ago I started a Petition: Joan Baez Deserves the Nobel Peace Prize! Although a few ladies from the USA were delighted and contacted me, they did absolutely nothing to Promote this petition! They just rejected themselves as fans of the famous Joan Baez! The famous singer built a house in a large tree where she slept for several months until she fell down the stairs! This accident was added to the Prison where she was thrown by the unscrupulous leaders of the country that billions still believe is the Greatest, etc. We Romanians have absolutely nothing good to learn from them except the Insistence on Unimaginable Innovations from research centers where dollars were pumped in by the fork! And with us, the opposite! After LADD1989, since we are here, we have destroyed the entire Network of Research Institutes and we import to eat Innovations from others but not for free but always for dollars by the shovel! Joan Baez held two Memorable Concerts at the Palace Hall in 1997 and in 2004! In 1997, at a terrace in Bucharest, she was attracted by the song that a group of people from Maramures were singing: Rău Mă Dor Ochii Mă Dor! She recorded it from them and learned it with the thought of giving us a surprise on our return that has since entered her head! The surprise was incredible when she started singing it in Impeccable Romanian! Nowhere in the world has she encountered that the majority of people in a large hall know her songs and sing them along with her! He sang some of them together with the late Vasile Socaciu and other great Romanian folk musicians! 
In Memory of
my Brilliant Hero Parents, Floarea (20 Apr 1924-19 Jun 2013) and Gheorghe (4
May 1912-24 May 2003), with 7 and 5 classes respectively that repeatedly
failed me in History! The subject was related only to Vlad Tepes and Stephen
the Great and the Holy, only two of the Great Rulers of the Romanian Nation
who in the last two millennia survived from the Vice of 7 Visible and
Invisible Empires!
Chance and Destiny made me live for about 1.5 years in the Princely Court of Târgoviște, exactly on the spot where after 1989 the House of Metropolitan Dionisie Lupu, who became Abbot of Dealu Monastery, was restored from the ground up! After the Prince anointed Tudor Vladimirescu, mocked and chopped up right in Târgoviște by the insolence of the Phanariot Greeks, Alexandru Ipsilante, son of a prince and a Phanariot locust, became a general in the Tsarist Army! Thanks to the sacrifice of Tudor Vladimirescu (and the thousands of Olteni panduri convinced by him to join the Liberation Struggle from the Phanariots and Ottomans), Wallachia and Moldavia escaped these swarms of Locusts! But, as usual, the rest of us remained passive, we did not join them and we abandoned it to a single handful of insolence who believed themselves to be masters of the Romanian Nation! Not for 150 years but for more than a millennium since, under the guise of the crooks from the Patriarchate of Constantinople, they initiated the Process of Destruction of the Romanian Language, the Most Evolved Language of the Peoples, the Queen of the Languages of Humanity! The Trojan Horse Slavonic and the Cyrillic Alphabet! In this plan they used gangs of Bulgarians, Serbs, Albanians to cut out the tongues of Romanian Priests (including Aromanians, Istro-Romanians, Megleno-Romanians, Vlachs, etc.) and even to flay them alive! Nevertheless, the Church accepted the Terror and Misery of the Patriarchate of Constantinople, which was only ended by the great ruler Alexandru Ioan Cuza, Betrayed by Us and Assassinated at the age of 53 in a Foreign Land! After doing peacefully in 7 years what the rest (before and after) did not do in a Millennium! And on Christmas Day, Dec 1989, we danced Lambada when our Romanian was riddled with hundreds of bullets, right again in Târgoviște! We handed over our country to Saul Brukner and Petre Newlander who acted with their puppet Bulibașa de Chirnogi, Oltenița! Since then and until today, we have trampled on the Sacrifice of Tens of Millions of Ancestors and sold the Future to at least 7 Generations! [If you want to better understand a lot about Elena, you must endure and read this little biographical context! My father, the last child of my grandparents' 5, remains an orphan of his mother at the age of 11! After my grandfather married off his four daughters, my father, seeing the poverty of the peasants, without his knowledge, runs away to Bucharest! In the 30s, he met a great MAN and Architect, Constantin Mititelu, who had a construction company throughout the country! That's how Dad had the chance to get to know a lot of the Garden of Our Lady, unknown to today's generations who prefer the Grecote Stones, Dubai, etc.! After testing him relatively on Honesty and what he knows, the Architect hosted him, hired him at his firm and taught him trades and even everything in the Management of a Construction Firm, which saved him and saved us after more than two decades! Due to his father's deceitful letter (that he was ready to fly, to bring his son home) but also R2M (dad worked on the Focșani-Galați casemate wall), the architect (aware that they would not see each other for a long time) told him to write to him if he needed any help! After the war, my father returned home where he stayed for about 17 years, even having a management job at the famous Marmalade Factory in Dobrești, built during the War by Antonescu and Mihalache to supply the Romanian Army! But through intrigues from Topoloveni it was destroyed! In order to have some money after the two serious stabilizations, he worked with his mother temporarily at the Topoloveni Forestry District on works related to the forests in the village! But in 1949, on the estate of the former landowner Crăsnaru (who did not want to contribute to the construction of a new school), a few poor people founded the CAP! The family already had four children to raise, a few plots of land dispersed in various places, dozens of sheep, the cow Joiana that fed us for many years, the bulls Cerbu and Viorel, the replacement heifers! But after 12 years of resistance to Collectivization, promises refused with dignity, then serious threats (father was a landmark for about 1/3 of the peasants in the village) all the land was seized from the family except for 30 acres around the house! He had to give up all the animals! Joiana was killed in retaliation, etc.! I lived on the milk of a goat bought from Bârzești in Valea Argeșelului, the village of Olimpia's grandmother on her father's side! At the age of 59, so as not to starve, Dad decided to leave home! More than two decades had passed since the separation from Architect Constantin Mititelu and Dad, through a letter, asked him for a job! Miraculously, the recipient received it and he was actually one of the regional heads of the newly established Directorate of Historical Monuments with Headquarters Behind the Metropolitan Hill! He was sent to the Densuș Church Restoration Site, the oldest Orthodox church in the country that has survived because it was built of stone! He told him that after a month as a worker he would take over the Site Management! With only 5 primary grades (thanks to the great ruler Alexandu Ioan Cuza, after Incredible and Peaceful Achievements in Only 7 Years, Betrayed, Assassinated at 53 in a Foreign Land) my father alone had to deal with salaries, accounting, material supply and warehouse management, cashier, service contracts with third parties! Everything by hand, not even a small computer that appeared later in our country! My father's destiny, which greatly influenced mine, is that for about 10 years he was next to great rulers of the Romanian Nation! My father was the Construction Site Manager at the Densuș Church, at the Cozia Monastery, founded by the great Mircea the Elder, grandfather of Vlad the Impaler! Most of his time until his retirement in 1972, he was the Construction Site Manager of the Famous Royal Court in Târgoviște alongside the newly graduated Arch. Cristian Moisescu! My father, being the most esteemed in the DMI, was chosen to be the second of Cristian Moisescu, the son of Gheorghe Moisescu (from Măneciu Pământeni, Prahova), a friend of the Justinian Patriarch who appointed him the BOR Representative in Austria! Thanks to my father, the architect was given this Unique Construction Site (coveted by great architects) and thanks to him, my summer employment, living in the Royal Court, my transfer to the 12th grade from Topoloveni to Târgoviște, etc. was possible! I think this transfer was decisive for my continued destiny with a bachelor's degree in Mathematics, a Master's degree in IT on Formal Languages and Compiler Construction Techniques, a very new field in which Romania had only a few specialists, and in which I contributed decisively to three firsts in Computer Science in the country and beyond, etc.! But at 17 years old, for about a month, I was the Head of the Royal Court Construction Site in Târgoviște, replacing the architect and my father who left with most of the workers (except for three subordinates for me, of whom with the Virgin Mary I solved a big problem by both working an entire night, helped by a car rented by my father)! In high school summers, as an unskilled worker, I also placed a protective stone in the Wall Canopy! Living about 1.5 km inside the Princely Court, I was attracted to the Chindia Tower and when I went down I would pass by the Executioner's Chamber in the basement of the Princely Palace where I would linger to ask myself the same questions over and over again! Sometimes I would climb the Chindia Tower several times a day! I climbed it hundreds of times! I don't think there is a Romanian who has climbed it more times than me! Maybe only the ruler Matei Basarab who lived here for over two decades, 1580-25 Apr 1654, reign 1632-1654! The tower was added by Vlad the Impaler, the Greatest Brave in 15th Century Europe! My Heroine and Genius Mother who raised 4 children - helpless or even careless - was locked up, for the last year and a half, in a cage in which she no longer wanted to live! Except for a kind-hearted sister who cured her in two months but put her in the cage, at my suggestion, for only 2 months until March 2012! But the next day she realized in what conditions she put her mother and fell to bed because absolutely no one from her house helped her to get her out immediately! She only got up for her funeral! If we had taken her home in the spring, Mother would have lived on her own feet for about 10 more years! Until the age of 88, she would have worked even 10 hours outside and until late autumn, in the rain, cold, etc.! She would have resumed her pregnancy and Work so that: The Dust of her and Father's Work Would Not Be Raised Because of Our Indolence! And only Work would have prolonged his Life because staying at home is Certain Death! She left, especially angry with me because I didn't get married and didn't bring her grandchildren into this selfish world! The last time I visited her was on her Birthday, on April 20, 2011, and only for 1/2 hour! I was aware that it would be the last goodbye, thinking that I would take the first flight! I had been unemployed for almost a year after my fourth Wrongful Dismissal for good deeds in these times full of selfish people and cowards! I could barely stand on my feet, I tried to lie to her, but my Brilliant Mother caught on! She said something unique to me, being stingy with big epithets! In addition, for the first time, she, very faithful, knowing that I have long been at the opposite pole, initiated a discussion by asking: Does God Exist? And from my lines, she told me something that she didn't say to the priest or to Dad! She practically Confessed to an Unbeliever like Me even though she knew what was in my Soul! And indeed after 2 years without work, after 11 days with only water with Zero Chances of Survival, Miraculously, at the age of 62 years and 11 months, I Escaped the Claws of the Mower! But she did not leave me and in my place, 4 years later, at 62 years and 9 months, she took my only and good brother Nicu, whom I have not seen since 2009 and I could not lead him on his last journey as I could not lead my mother either! She left a pair of beautiful and smart children who Determined me that after another 4 years, in New 2020 to suddenly come out of the State of Indifference and Lethargy, the third difficult phase in the last 20 years! Of course, to continue my Destiny for which my Guardian Angel and Ancestors Miraculously saved me in Dec 2012! And after half a year of agony, on June 1, 2013, a savior offered me my last job until January 1, 2015! Still 20 km from home and still in the place where I had been used by unscrupulous individuals as an Unskilled Worker for 1.5 years! This time the job was in IT, my profession that I had not practiced since 2002! And what Miraculous and Sophisticated products I had to learn Quickly and Use! And the best part is that I also Managed to Recover! The period also mattered enormously to my first book in the field published on January 15, 2021, after a month and a half of sitting about 10-15 hours at the computer, I woke up with my legs like logs and a few months with serious wounds from the skin bursting under the pressure of the water accumulated from the lack of blood circulation! Thanks to her and Chance, I was a Co-Author of Volume 5 of the History of Informatics in Romania published in May 2021, the last volume because the author of the Grandiose Work initiated in 2017, university professor Marin Vlada left us prematurely in Sep 2021 Thanks to my last job, I didn't capitulate and I received a Pension of Pleading and Crawling towards the Caste of Traitorous Brahmins who for 37 years have been strangling the Nation and these Selfish, Cowardly, Stateless and Accomplices Generations since Dec 1989 to the Betrayal of the Nation and the Country! When should I have some peace with the saving job, on June 19, 2013, Mom took off to meet her Father, Parents, 6 Brothers, all gone, and her Ancestors! Unfortunately, due to circumstances, I couldn't be with her on her final journey to her eternal resting place! And I haven't even reached this neighboring place with my good brother Nicu yet!] 1. Without my People there is no World, Mihail Eminescu! 2. If we investigate the history of Cuza's overthrow, we will find that almost all the conspirators, except for a few deceived ones, were foreigners. The foreigners brought a foreigner, Fourteen Years Ago, Mihail Eminescu! 3. 99 percent leave for America, to earn their daily bread there through productive work, then we will easily reconcile with those who will remain, Again the Jews, Mihail Eminescu! 4. To request diplomatic or armed intervention by foreigners against the country in which you live is an act of high treason committed against that country! We are Reluctant, Timpul 1 Aug 1879, Mihail Eminescu! 5. The citizen who thinks that the political garments of his community are worn out, and yet keeps silent and does not stir up to give them a new garment, is an unfaithful citizen, a traitor. Even the fact that he thinks he is the only one who sees the decay does not excuse him, for it is his duty to stir up, and it is the duty of others to vote against him, if they do not judge things as he does. Mark Twain, A Yankee in King Arthur's Court! 
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