From the desk of the Blog Editor Adan Kadar:
I post this post with the pre-approval of our honorable warrior Rob Lorinov who is fighting the good fight to save our nation and people from the looming tyranny of Marxism that grows increasingly dark over our heads.
This is a difficult post for me as I have known Rob for a long time and because it is a personal issue for both Rob and myself as his friend. This is already a bad time for Rob and this coming Thursday (4/14) is going to be possibly the hardest day of his life, at least one of the hardest days for him. Here is what I am talking about.
One year ago Rob was informed that his younger brother was found killed in his home. This was an apparent homicide and a man the police were wishing to question was found and subsequently cleared of any wrong doing. So at this point there are no suspects and the investigation continues and, frankly, it seems to be becoming a cold case.
Of course this is all still very upsetting to Rob and it is even more upsetting that no one seems to have any clue who killed his younger brother. Still after one year now there are no suspects, no new clues, nothing. I cannot imagine having to live with that not knowing. As a friend I know some of the feelings Rob has centering around this and they range from rage to anger to deep sorrow. I understand and if I were in his circumstance I’m really not so sure I could handle myself as well as Rob has over the past year. In fact, I’m not so sure I’d be able to handle it at all.
It was also one year ago that Rob Lorinov posted a post on this blog about this and I am going to report it here one year later because it is yet another great piece authored by our own Rob Lorinov. It is truly a piece written from the heart and it is moving.
Before I do that I wish to share some things with you our readers about Rob and his brother who called himself James. Like any other brothers they fought yet stood together when the going got ruff. Both of them grew up under Soviet domination and both witnessed the death of a third brother at the hands of Soviet police in the 70s. In Rob’s mind seeing his third brother die before his eyes was somewhat “easier” because at least he knew and saw who killed him. But in the case of brother James he does not know who the killer is and that is hard not knowing.
Rob has shared with me many stories about his life with his brother James as teenagers and young men and I am very grateful for this and for the his trust in me.
One story that I found most interesting was the brothers shared sense for adventure and there was apparently no shortage of that between them. One summer while living in Leningrad (now St Petersburg) the brothers decided to go sailing only they had no boat. But that did not stop either one of them! They quickly got together a bunch of old wood and logs and built a makeshift boat and down the Neva River they began on their ““Peter the Great” or “Tom Sawyer” adventure. Well it did not take long before they found themselves out in the middle of the Gulf of Finland to which the Neva runs. Now this was a very crudely fashioned “boat” and I’m sure that Tsar Peter the Great, the ship builder tsar, would NOT have been pleased with their workmanship lol.
Now their “mission” goal was to sail out to Hare Island where there stands a great citadel known as the Fortress of Peter and Paul which is located near the north bank of the Neva River. The citadel was built by one of Rob Lorinov’s heroes, Tsar Peter the Great in 1703, to protect the Tsar’s capitol from Swedish invasion. It was erected at the height of what is known the Great Northern War between Russia and Sweden.
About half way out to the island and fortress their amazing creation began to take on water! Both boys scrambled to unload the water from the raft so it would not sink….anymore than it already had lol. Now Rob Lorinov might be a good blogger and reporter but when it comes to building boats I would not advise you have him build one for you unless you have a really good life insurance policy and have said goodbye to your loved ones lol. He and I have joked endlessly about his ship building “skills” so he understands what I’m talking about here.
Anyway, Rob and his brother James were out in the midst of the waters and their boat began taking on water and both boys began bailing water so the boat would not sink any further down into the cold waters, and “frantically” I might add. Well somehow the boys and their boat made it to the wharf of the fortress and there they were met by the Soviet police who had been watching their little adventure the entire way.
At this point both boys were struck by fear as they were sure the Soviet police would interrogate them and haul them away to some Siberian gulag never to be seen again. But, instead and to their surprise the Soviet police were rather amused by their little adventure and by their courage and “ingenuity” at boat building. The boys were greatly relieved as the policemen began to laugh at them and mock them and Rob says it is about the only time in his life he actually enjoyed being mocked. The police did ask them a few questions to make sure they had no plans to do anything destructive to the fortress, put them in a boat, and took them back to the shores of Leningrad where they were escorted back to the home of their parents. Neither boy knew what was the final end to their boat but both like to think that it sunk into the waters near the fortress wharf to be eternally memorialized with their hero Tsar Peter the Great and his great fortress. BTW they had even christened their creation as the Imperial Tsarist Ship Peter the Great!! A fitting name for a fitting end I suppose lol.
Of course, once brought home by the Soviet Police the boys parents were anything but amused by their little adventure, needless to say. Once again the boys experienced the ire of their father that they had experienced many times in their lives. But they now had a shared sense of accomplish between them which could not be dimmed by their father’s anger or discipline. For, they had achieved their goal! They had reached the fortress! Sinking boat yes but they reached the fortress nevertheless LOL!
Neither one of them ever thought about the boat sinking and them drowning in the waters. Neither one of them was seized by fright and neither brother gave up but kept on doing what needed to be done to achieve their common goal. And they did!
And why do I tell you this story? Because my friends this IS what real brothers do! They share LIFE and adventure! They share common goals! They share common hopes! They share common visions! But, most importantly, they stand WITH each other even when the going gets ruff just as Rob and James did that day out in the middle of the waters when they realized their wondrous creation was sinking! They did not give up! They did not surrender! And most certainly they did not surrender their courage or sense of adventure as there were more “boat building” adventures in the future LOL. (BTW apparently they got better at it and once even went down the Volga unscathed lol…kinda).
Rob’s brother known as James (not his original name it was Andrei Ivanovich) and himself both served in the Soviet army in Afghanistan and other places as well. Towards the end of the Soviet-Afghan conflict James was shot in the head by a Afghan bullet and although he survived he was permanently disabled after that. I understand that the road between Rob and his brother became difficult as they grew older and as distances separated them more and more. But one thing I do know is that between them there always existed that brotherly love that is like no other. They could go for years without seeing one another, visit each other, and pick up right where they had left off as if no time had passed at all. And, perhaps, there is the most important thing of all. That brotherly love! It is a love that cannot be divided by time, by distance, nor by circumstance. And it is so immortal that not even death can end it. And there, in that eternal brotherly love my friends, lies the true adventure, the ultimate adventure between brothers.
This is a very difficult time of year for Rob and this marking of the first anniversary of his brother James death. But one thing I can tell you is this. Rob is strong as was his brother. Strong in mind and strong in spirit and even though the scumbag who took his brothers life from this world is unknown and remains at large, Rob will conquer this. He will overcome this. He is not the type of man who will let such a horrible thing get him down and take the best of him. He is a SURVIVOR and of that I have NO doubt whatsoever. And he is not only a survivor but he is also a VICTOR in every sense of the word. And, perhaps, in that…in that code of survival and victory is where Rob Lorinov gives his hero Tsar Peter the Great the most honor. For, if I am not mistaken, both men share these things in common. What greater tribute can there be than when one man emulates another and when brothers stand strong in the face of certain disaster and danger? Rob reads everything about Peter the Great he can get his hands on and he most admires the old Tsar for forcing Russia…dragging Russians screaming and yelling…. into the modern European era of that time. Peter was the tsar who modernized Russia and who built Russia’s Navy. I too have read some about this man and I see much of him in our own Rob Lorinov.
Below I am reposting Rob’s post from April of last year after he was informed about his brother’s passing. If you wish you can find the original post at the link below. In closing please allow me to say Rob Lorinov you have many friends and we all stand with you through this time. You are NOT alone my friend. Not at all.
Original post is located at:
When a stranger takes someone you love
I want to speak to you out there in Cyberland who have lost a loved one at the hands of a stranger. I may not be posting much in the coming week or months because at this point I have other concerns other than the clown circus tactics which are never ending in Washington DC and around the world.
I was informed yesterday that my younger brother was found killed in his home. The police are investigating and will not give us much information. What we do know is that they are conducting a homicide investigation into his death and that they are looking for a man they want to question. Who is this man? We don’t know.
Since I was advised of this horror I’ve been thinking about the old Jewish legend that says after being ascended into heaven and returned back to earth the prophet Jacob (I think) looked around him and with tears in his eyes simply said, “This world is a horrible place.” Indeed it is a HORRIBLE PLACE! It’s not horrible because God made it that way. It’s horrible because MAN has made it that way. In some ways what man has created is not heaven on earth but hell on earth. The really big question is when will man and woman start making choices to create heaven on earth and get rid of this hell we have created here?
I do not know why a human being would kill another human being outside of war. I understand why soldiers kill enemy soldiers but I do not understand what motivates “regular” people to take the life of others. To me there seems to be nothing on this earth so “valuable” or “important” that it would warrant the taking of another human life. What I do understand is that those who kill others have sick minds. Such people have no idea what their killing of someone does to that victims family or loved ones. But why should they? I don’t really think killers care do they?
What I do know is that killers steal away something important and precious to their victims families. Something that can never be replaced. They rob us of our loved ones and I don’t think killers even care about that either. In fact, I don’t really think such people care about anything and that includes themselves because if they did care about themselves they would not be killing other people.
At some point the entire human race needs to really look around and see what we have created on this world. At some point there has to be a tipping point at which the human race says enough is enough and we as a race of beings start making different decisions and choices. But will that tipping point ever come? Will we as a species ever decide that enough is enough? Will we ever start making different decisions, different choices? Honestly, I doubt it.
If you come from a family that has been through what I’m going through right now then you know what I’m talking about. We understand what it is to have some scum take something precious from us. We understand that our loved one was stolen away and cannot ever be replaced. And we understand just how literally evil, and there is no other word for it, some human beings can be or become.
Tomorrow I am going out into the wilderness which is where I have always felt most at home and which is where I have always found what I call God. It is as if I am asleep and having some horrible nightmare. I keep thinking I will wake up and know this was all just a bad dream. But, I’m not waking up and it’s not just a dream. That just hasn’t sank in yet.
Tomorrow I will go sit on a mountain or hill somewhere out there. I will look up in the sky and I will look around me. And I’m sure tears will fill my eyes just as they filled the eyes of the Patriarch Jacob. And when they do I will echo his words that, “This world is a horrible place.”