I'm Riet. I werf flammen at things I don't like and pickel the hauben of things I like. History. Crass jokes. Revolution. Conrad Veidt's impossible face. Mitchell and Webb. Big smooshy dogs. Germany. Dapper folks. Werfing flammen at bigots, especially Naztalgists. Uniforms. Folk Punk. Cowardice. Crushing depression. Pickelhaubes. Politics. Gulag. Genocide. The Aubreyad. Russian music. Klezmer. Cookies. Hornblower. Things what look like other things. And finally, the love of my life, the Red Army Chorus.