Monday, August 3, 2020

The Milk Moon Assassin by L. A. Couriel - An Amazing Historical Story!

This book is an echo. No more than an echo. There is no truth to it. Seek, and you will not find. There are no lies in it. Seek, and you will not find. This book is merely an echo returned by the hillsides that surround the Hill of Battle where thirty-five sacred souls fell in the War of Independence, fighters from Palmach and infantry units, on their way to attempt the rescue of besieged Gush Etzion. Their footsteps pressed a deep furrow through our lives, where stories, myths, and echoes have grown. The tale of their heroism echoes in the hilly landscape facing the windows of my home, and it sounds deeply in my life. Their song was played on a unique string that has broken and disappeared from the instrument, and if we, the author and the reader, listen very closely, the instrument’s sound box—the times we live in, here in the State of Israel—provides us with echoes that help us imagine and extrapolate their origin. Most of us no longer have a direct connection with the strings of objective truth, but I hope that we all still seek their pure tone.  And I hope that you find an echo of the notes that I personally found.

It was the title of the book that made me consider buying and, of course, the brief description allowed me to proceed to purchase. Neither of these prepared me for the book itself. It is extremely long, but does not allow for speed in reading. Be prepared to spend time with this story...An amazing story that is like no other, nor should it be. It is based on a true story of what happened on a Hill of Battle. Tragic, yes, but for one man, the main character, it changed his life dramatically, even though he didn't participate in that war...

Instead, he was a young boy, who had just learned about photography and carried his camera everywhere. So, it was that day, when the troup were about to take that hill preparatory to battle, that the young boy was called over to record forever those who were there to serve...

He professionally lined up the men, taking time in preparation so that all who were there were captured. And he promised that group that he would make and present the photograph for them when they returned.

None of them returned... Was that the truth? Thus begins a mystery to be solved--one that will not be solved until the climactic ending of the book!

Promised Land Homestead
Judean Hills—May 4, 1985 
(Hebrew date—Iyar 14, 5745) 
9:59 p.m. 

A kill? 
An actual kill? 

His practiced finger slid around and around the trigger guard. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. Around. And back. The pistol lay in front of him, a Smith and Wesson Model 41. Magazine. Ten bullets. Long barrel. The amber-colored grip responded silently to his touch. Clockwise. And back. Re-accustoming itself to the feel of his hand, to his fingertips, after years of not killing. 
His body, toned and tensed, began to sink into the old armchair. The dim veranda was surrounded by a thick jumble of low stone walls, sketching a plan many times more grandiose than his available budget, and they brought to mind the sides of some ancient unfinished fortress. His resources had dwindled, and now those walls were his testament, the echo of his legacy to the coming generations. 
As always, mid-month on the Hebrew calendar meant a full moon—but the moon, piercing through the the sooty blue paint on the face of Moshe Roth-Vardi, was already beginning to abate. Twenty-three minutes before, his eyelids had been bathing in the sensation of the magic, silvery light when the bottom left edge of the moon had suddenly showed erosion, which progressed with a speed that left no doubt: a lunar eclipse! An unexpected glitch. Moshe screwed his nerves tighter. Can’t go slack, not now. Despite the rare obstacle to his plan, nothing would stop him. Tomorrow, when the moon came up, it would shine on a fresh new mound added to the other memorials that Moshe had left in nation after nation.

As a young boy, Moshe's parents had left their son and small baby alone to go out and enjoy dinner. During that time, Moshe had become afraid and though his parents had warned against any lights, that young boy turned on a very small light.  Just enough to allow a mosquito to come in and bite that small baby. And he died...

Instead of accepting their own responsibility for leaving the children, Moshe's mother instead blamed Moshe. So much so that she told her husband to send him away...

Memories of that event haunted Moshe throughout the rest of his life. He was never able to forgive himself. But having left home, he did form a long-time friendship--Maurice, who through his magnetic personality became his mentor and leader...and a rivalry that also lasted through their lifetimes... especially with regard to women...

Moshe became an assassin. He didn't see himself as a murderer. He was trained to kill and through his vivid mental and psychological skills soon became the best of the best. He was sent all over the world for one reason. To kill whoever he was told to kill. Until that fateful "incident" that led to his forced relocation to another job and ultimately retirement.

Was he really free to go away and create a new life? His family and friends second-guessed him at every turn, up until the point he decided it was time for him to act on his own to make decisions. In writing the story, Couriel has chosen to begin at a place after retirement--he is set up for a new assignment a new hit job...and then he leaves readers to proceed through various points of his history to slowly build an unbelievably taut, extraordinary tale of how an assassin is forced to come to the reality of his past and how each life incident had influenced his actions.

There are periods of deep depression and, perhaps, escapism from reality, for Moshe. On the other hand, he becomes friends with "an enemy" of the past from whom he acquires the land and builds the home he wanted based upon his strict specifications. Can you be neighbors with a man who may also be your enemy? 

More importantly, Moshe had chosen to come back to the days of his youth when he had taken his first picture...of a group of soldiers...who had all died on The Hill that was located just above his new home... Little by little Moshe works through everything that had happened since his younger baby brother died, and he had been blamed.

If you find yourself hearing echos from your past as I did, then perhaps, you will find yourself arriving at the place where Moshe finally lives for the rest of his life. I found it to be a remarkable journey, though vastly different from my own life. Yet, I found myself often seeing Moshe in myself as each of us struggles to proceed through and, hopefully, arrive at a point in life where we are, at last, content, if not totally happy. 

Assassinating other people may be a job. But it also can be the destruction of the mind and heart of he who assassinates. During times of war or in times of daily living, we are often stifled in so many ways from our own reality. Moshe taught me much, even in just realizing that there is no truth in this story, only echoes of a past we have been forced into... If you hope to find yourself in a story, however, this just might be the best possible book into which to immerse yourself. Some might even declare it a must-read... The music of your past life must be heard only by you... Highly recommended.


Lior Couriel is an architect and urban planner who has practiced both in the US and Israel. He is also an e-commerce specialist, fierce environmentalist and a veteran of an airborne intelligence wing. He enjoys volunteering for local public positions to help with his community.
He loves to write about topics describing both struggle and tragedy: romance, vengeance, espionage, history, conspiracy, the Mossad, flight...
Lior is the father of four adults. He's married to his teenage crush, and lives amid forested hills in a stone house, with a fireplace inside and Sienna, the cat, outside.
Lior Couriel pursues the kind of life he would like to remember, never taking his eyes off the target: passionate writing. More historical fiction novels are currently under way, the locations of whose plots he researches thoroughly through extensive traveling.
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Thursday, July 30, 2020

The Room Where It Happened: A White House Memoir - by John Bolton

One attraction of being National Security Advisor is the sheer multiplicity and volume of challenges that confront you. If you don’t like turmoil, uncertainty, and risk—all while being constantly overwhelmed with information, decisions to be made, and the sheer amount of work, and enlivened by international and domestic personality and ego conflicts beyond description—try something else. 

It is exhilarating, but it is nearly impossible to explain to outsiders how the pieces fit together, which they often don’t in any coherent way. I cannot offer a comprehensive theory of the Trump Administration’s transformation because none is possible. Washington’s conventional wisdom on Trump’s trajectory, however, is wrong. This received truth, attractive to the intellectually lazy, is that Trump was always bizarre, but in his first fifteen months, uncertain in his new place, and held in check by an “axis of adults,” he hesitated to act. As time passed, however, Trump became more certain of himself, the axis of adults departed, things fell apart, and Trump was surrounded only by “yes men.” 

Pieces of this hypothesis are true, but the overall picture is simplistic. The axis of adults in many respects caused enduring problems not because they successfully managed Trump, as the High-Minded (an apt description I picked up from the French for those who see themselves as our moral betters) have it, but because they did precisely the opposite. They didn’t do nearly enough to establish order, and what they did do was so transparently self-serving and so publicly dismissive of many of Trump’s very clear goals (whether worthy or unworthy) that they fed Trump’s already-suspicious mind-set, making it harder for those who came later to have legitimate policy exchanges with the President. 

I had long felt that the role of the National Security Advisor was to ensure that a President understood what options were open to him for any given decision he needed to make, and then to ensure that this decision was carried out by the pertinent bureaucracies. The National Security Council process was certain to be different for different Presidents, but these were the critical objectives the process should achieve.

Because, however, the axis of adults had served Trump so poorly, he second-guessed people’s motives, saw conspiracies behind rocks, and remained stunningly uninformed on how to run the White House, let alone the huge federal government. The axis of adults is not entirely responsible for this mind-set. Trump is Trump.


If Donald Trump had not been president. In my opinion, John Bolton would never have written the book that he did. I knew little about Bolton...and I knew little about Trump--before they walked into the White House...

The thing is, until Bolton walked into The Room, I don't think he realized that it could have There were rumors about Bolton, but I had little desire to do much research on him. What I saw in this book was a man who, though he may have had strong feelings about some issues, he had, probably, more experience and extensive knowledge than any other individual assembled in that room.  He read alot...worked hard...and took notes... This book is based upon those notes, now being shared across the world, including his personal thoughts and attempts to act...and his thoughts about that failure...

By the time I finished the book, I had no real personal feelings about Bolton. I already hated Trump if that at all responds to the excerpt above. What I did know about Bolton at the end of the book was that--on every single issue that was dealt with in the book, I knew enough about the issue to be able to evaluate Bolton's response. I was amazed! Not necessarily about his decisions about this issue or that...but that he had prepared to provide the President with the best possible information and options that were available. And, that he was not afraid to speak out to the president with disagreement--he was no "yes man."

The President assured me that Flynn’s successor would have a free hand in organizational and personnel matters, which I believed essential in running an effective NSC staff and inter- agency process. We covered the full range of world issues, a tour d’horizon, as the State Department loves to call it, and Trump interjected at one point, 
“This is so great. John sounds just like he does on television. I could just keep listening. I love it.”
Kushner asked, “How do you handle the point that you’re so controversial, that people either love you or hate you?” 
As I was opening my mouth to answer, Trump said, “Yeah, just like me! People either love me or hate me. John and I are exactly alike.”

Bolton was dealing with both the reality of the situation, but he was also dealing with Trump and the other individuals surrounding him. What he saw was that each had an agenda which they were quite willing to share with Trump's ear only. Bolton soon realized that there were many personal opinions that had nothing to do with the "good of the United States..."

There is chapter after chapter that proceeds through the months during which Bolton served as National Security Adviser. But I think that the Ukraine incident is, perhaps, the most outstanding in pure debacle:
  • It was issue upon which impeachment occurred. Bolton's comments on that are in the last chapter.
  • Trump had a personal agenda with Guiliani, et. al., carrying on a separate investigation under Trump's direct supervision.
  • Trump was attempting to blackmail the new president of the Ukraine by seeking a formal investigation on the family of his 2020 presidential opponent.
  • Congress had earlier committed money for Ukraine as they were working to create their independence from Russia.
  • Trump attempted to hold off sending that money to Ukraine until he got what he wanted. He finally approved submission just hours before the budget director would have been unable to legally send it at end of year.
  • The president of Ukraine spoke of his relief that he was not required to investigate per Trump's demands.
The above word phrases are mine; Bolton presented it, as he does for his entire book, in a topical breakdown of issue(s), what was happening, the individuals involved, the options, and the result. This format allowed what was not earlier provided. The view/ear of what was happening inside that White House room, and elsewhere.  Here's just a little of the "riff(s)" in a routine meeting...

(Trump noted) was cheaper to rebuild the World Trade Center than to fight in Afghanistan, inconveniently ignoring the loss of life in the 9/11 attacks, not just the cost of rebuilding. It also ignored the reality that a Trump withdrawal, followed by a terrorist attack, would be devastating politically. Dunford pressed on, saying our military pressure kept the terrorists from reconstituting and was like an insurance policy. He had no precise timetable in mind, but the Pentagon would allow the diplomatic reconciliation process to set the timing. I thought we were approaching dangerous ground here, again opening the question of whether we should be in Afghanistan at all. 
The discussion meandered around for a while, with Trump asking me why we were fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan but not Venezuela, which at least showed everyone else in the room what he really wanted to do. Following more chatter, Shanahan turned to the cost reductions that maintaining the counter-terrorism capability would entail, but before he got too far, Trump broke in to complain about Congress’s refusal to fund the Mexico border wall. Then he was off: “Why can’t we just get out of Syria and Afghanistan? I never should have agreed to the other two hundred [in Syria], and it’s really four hundred anyway.” Dunford explained that other NATO countries would hopefully contribute to the multilateral observation force in Syria, and Trump responded, “We pay for NATO anyway,” which in turn produced another riff about Erdogan and what he was doing in Turkey. Then after literally forty-five seconds back on Afghanistan, Trump asked, “Why are we in Africa?” He soon made it clear he wanted out of Africa altogether, expounding for some time on our $22 trillion national debt, followed by the problems of our balance-of-trade deficits, followed by complaining, again, about how Nigeria received $1.5 billion annually in foreign aid, as he said the President of Nigeria had confirmed to him in an earlier visit...

I was happy to have the opportunity to read Bolton's book. Although it is extremely complex and involved with all the issues facing the White House since Trump hired Bolton as National Security Adviser, it provides ample opportunity to "see the ending" of what was announced before it was even in the planning stage as Trump is prone to do. If you have an interest in knowing more of the picture, I consider this a must-read. And if you are still undecided about the November election, I consider this also a must-read. John Bolton has already announced that he will not be voting for Trump...


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JOHN BOLTON is the former National Security Advisor to President Donald Trump. He served as the United States Ambassador to the United Nations from 2005 to 2006. He has spent many years of his career in public service and held high-level positions in the Administrations of Presidents Ronald Reagan, George H. W. Bush, and George W. Bush. Ambassador Bolton is also an attorney, and was in private practice in Washington, DC, from 1974 to 2018, except when he was in government service. Ambassador Bolton was born in Baltimore in 1948. His first book was Surrender Is Not an Option. He graduated with a B.A., summa cum laude, from Yale College and received his J.D. from Yale Law School. He currently lives in Bethesda, Maryland.

Monday, July 20, 2020

Mary L. Trump's Too Much and Never Enough - How My Family Created The World's Most Dangerous Man

It's been years since I've felt excited to be writing a review on my latest read... Perhaps it has been because my attention had been turned to the president rather than on books. I knew depression had set in--big time!  The thing is: I Just Couldn't Understand the "Why?" of Trump. Thanks to Mary Trump's book, now I can.

It turns out to be a family biography like no other... Mary, a once central member of the Trump family has now revealed her "Why?" Of her need to write this book. There is a hint--a big revenge one--for Mary writing the book... But, believe it or not, it is NOT the major reason for her words...

More, it is a warning to Americans--Here's Why the president needs to be removed...

For those of us who've been watching since his campaign, worried, and becoming amazed, as well as frustrated, as to the "why?" he was elected, I believe this book may be your answer. It is not, simply, the difference in one political party versus another... We have seen everything that Mary Trump talks about and wondered... Now, Mary has provided the "context" into which the entire life and family and the present president is now captured...

And know why he can't help himself in his actions... It is...too late...for him to change...

We begin  watching Trump's early life within a family where the father was a sociopath--where he was the one and only authority and everybody feared him. Indeed, we can also say that Fred Trump was able to dedicate himself to his career, so much so that it became the only thing that was important to him... But, he knew one thing, he personally had some limitations that affected his image for his company which are, literally, bringing in millions daily...

Much of his backing was from the FHA, perhaps legitimate in the beginning. But then, as connections were made and Fred learned of the money that was available at the Federal level, he began to expand and increase his income...

But his image--that was still a problem. In order to expand, he needed a face. His first son, Freddie, was the apparent choice...Freddie is Mary's father.

When that failed, as clearly shown in the book, Fred turned to Donald. By that time, Donald had been watching and learning within "the House." What occurs during the early years and on into the ongoing years, is revealing. Not only revealing, but it makes everything that is happening now, within the White House, at least understandable to those of us who've kept asking, "Why?"

An authoritarian father who placed money above his family, in his fear to ensure his empire would continue, expand? Surely, many of us will immediately see the parallel to today's Trump's infatuation with Putin, et. al.

What we also see is that Donald, in watching how his father treated family and others, he learned from him...and surpassed him...

Now he is using his tools to obfuscate,  distract, and engender fear from many, but, more importantly, has developed a charisma that actually fools those who begin by providing loyalty--until--they are no longer useful...

Wow! An Amazing family drama that is right out of the headlines, from the beginning, to, perhaps, the final chapter of the Trump empire. I want to personally thank Mary Trump for her story. For whatever reason, many of my family have chosen Trump as their leader while I have not. I see him for what he is. Mary Trump's story has proven that I am seeing the real Donald Trump.

She includes actions related to the present pandemic in her closing chapters. It is an important addition, timely story that could not have been told by anybody other than Mary. You'll see why. Her decision to work to gain the educational background to better understand and write about her uncle has proven to produce a book worthy of not only being recommended... But declared a must-read! You've done what needed to be done, Mary Trump! I'm proud of you and your desire and, willingness, to share this important, yet, in many ways, unbelievable story of the family dynasty that, slowly, may be dying away...


Mary L. Trump holds a PhD from the Derner Institute of Advanced Psychological Studies and taught graduate courses in trauma, psychopathology, and developmental psychology. She lives with her daughter.

Sunday, July 19, 2020

"Jesus is Back!" Sharing the 5-Minute Cross--poetry by Adolph Caso...

The Five Minute Cross

By Adolph Caso

Sitting trance-like
In my hospital chair
I glance at the architecture outside
Enveloped by the blue color of the sky,
Creating and recreating itself
Into forms which are never the same,
Just like two snow-flakes falling to the ground.

The door bell rings.
My nurse turns towards me,
Her hand stretching forward
To welcome me into her world--
Her belly bulging!

“How many more months…?”
Not giving her a chance to answer,
I extend my hand as I always do,
Over the baby yet to be born:
With this humble hand,
I bless it.

On placing her hand over mine--
Two individuals,
Of two races,
Become two humans
Into one.

With the exception
Of receiving news
On her delivery day,
I continue to glance thru the pristine window.
Once again,
My eyes follow
The contours of the gray building
In a mismatch of sizes and shapes
Having no order or designs
Defying my presence
They all stand still.

Suddenly, from the East,
Two thick lines of gray air
Begin to fill the sky above the buildings

Bulkier to its extreme left,
One line extends itself east to west,
The other,  north to south.
They are
Thick and solid to the left--
And lighter to the right,
Its left outline strong and thick,
Its right line evanescent
As if I were watching
A Renaissance artist
Create the image on canvas;
I look at its large and white frame
Inject itself into the solid blue of a receptive sky.

Phone in hand,
I call my nurse to come back--
The digital clock registering 4:25,
I wait to see time moving on.
Finally, just as the clock is reaching 4:30,
She rushes in with a flustered look on her face

“Are you alright?” she blurts out.
Clutching her hand, I take her to the window.
“There, look: it’s about to disappear.”
Her eyes fixed on the phenomenon cross,
She squeezes my hand.
As the last part of the cross’ outline
Is about to disappear into the deep blue sky.
It is exactly 4:30.
Her mouth open,
She turns toward me:
“Jesus is back, “she asserts,
And quickly leaves the room.

Sitting on my hospital chair,
I ask myself in disbelief:

“What has just happened?”