And now, here at MoeLane.com, too. As everybody reading this knows, I despise Communism as only a former Democratic hawk raised in a Jacksonian, working-class tradition during the end of the Cold War can despise those murderous sons of bitches. I stood up and cheered when we finally dragged out the Soviet Union out into the sunlight and watched it bubble and scream. And if I’m very lucky, I’ll get to see that happen to the People’s Republic of China, too. So I’m happy to join in.
Anyway. Marxism is intellectualism for stupid people. It doesn’t work, never has worked, and never will work. Commies can’t even consistently grow enough crops to feed themselves properly. And the entire thing would be funny if it weren’t for the heaped-up piles of corpses…
Offering an historical footnote Saturday to one of the most memorable lines of the Cold War, former Soviet Union President Mikhail Gorbachev confessed Saturday that he was underwhelmed when President Ronald Reagan demanded in 1987 that he “..tear down this wall.”
“Well, I’ll tell you the truth,” Gorbachev said through a Russian interpreter, in response to a question about Reagan’s Berlin Wall speech, after addressing an audience at Judson University in Elgin. “Don’t be surprised but we really were not impressed. We knew that Mr. Reagan’s original profession was actor.”
And Mr. Gorbachev’s was “bootlicking lackey for one of the most disgusting, vicious tyrannies in human history.” Gorbachev went on to be the one wearing the biggest boots, while Reagan of course staked down Soviet Communism and ripped its black, suppurating heart out of its chest, all the while merrily laughing with the mirth of the just as the thing that he was executing died like a coward* – so I will leave it to my readers to decide who got the most out of Career Day.
…finally breathed its last, fetid breath and expired. It died like the cowardly dog that it was, by the way: there was whimpering and begging and quite a lot of screaming before the nasty little thing puked up its last black heart’s-blood and died in a pool of its own waste products. Afterward, Ronald Reagan, Maggie Thatcher, and Pope John Paul II – the three world leaders most responsible for gutting the Beast – all went out and had a beer.
But never mind that, Comrade. Surely it must be understood that oversight of the glorious proletarian class struggle against the capitalist bosses and their running-dog international banker lackeys requires a full effort from those chosen to speak on behalf of the workers, yes? And since the Struggle has reached a critical moment, the stresses on, and expectations of, those individuals so chosen are at their highest point. It is well understood that at such moments of crisis that resources must be allocated with an eye to the higher aims of the Revolution, and not necessarily to a sentimental devotion to faux-egalitarian thinking. As has been said: “From each, according to his ability. To each, according to his needs!”
[Estonian finance minister] Parts is vigorous, blonde, and athletic, but seems tired. He tries to conceal a yawn, explaining that he and his wife have just had their fourth child and nights have been short. “Comparisons are always difficult,” he says. “But when [Estonia] finally escaped from Soviet socialism, we were sick and tired of government centralism. We wanted precisely the opposite in all respects: We wanted a transparent state. A country that isn’t constantly intervening, nationalizing businesses, placing a bureaucracy above everything and imposing rules on people in every respect.”
This video (via the PJ Tatler, to pick somebody for the honor) from the Occupy LA… whatever it is… has been making the rounds:
For those without video access: it shows a Commie* haranguing the crowd about how socialism is great, and how nonviolent revolutions pale in comparison to the bloody ones. I am almost impressed, to be truthful; even among the American Left it takes skill to find a crowd that will enthusiastically applaud somebody trash-talking Gandhi, but this guy apparently managed the trick. Truly, we live in an age of marvels. Continue reading #OWS just letting *anybody* talk these days. If they’re Commies.
…I’m perfectly down with not letting Commies hold teaching jobs. After all, we make it really difficult for avowed Nazis to be avowed Nazis in this country, and nobody seems to mind – and they’re certainly just as vile as your average Commie. Given the sheer number of people that were killed in the Twentieth Century by Marxist-Leninist-Stalinist-Maoists, I think that the Republic can survive reviving the tradition of Better Dead Than Red.
Other than that? Fairly good article pooh-poohing the so-called ‘Christianist’ (rolling eyes) menace that keeps the more excitable (and easily scared) netrooters awake at night, and listening for Evangelicals under the bed. Although I’d also like to point out for the record that, during the time period that you were writing about, a good deal of that prejudice that you pointed out was firmly enshrined in the Democratic party. Which has done a piss-poor job at repenting for it, by the way.
Particularly the Berlin Wall. I didn’t know about this, ah, unique story of voting with one’s feet. For a given value of ‘feet.’
In December 1961, a 27-year-old train engine driver named Harry Deterling piloted what he dubbed “the last train to freedom” across the border. Instead of slowing down his passenger train as it approached the fortifications, Deterling throttled it up to full speed and ripped through the wall.
The train skidded to a stop in West Berlin’s Spandau borough, allowing Deterling, seven members of his family, and 16 other people aboard the train to remain in the West. The train’s engineer and six other passengers chose to return to East Germany.
You have to wonder whether any of those people were thinking at the time, Mein Gott, if only the driver would just ram through the verdammt thing we could be free… hold on, we’re not slowing down. I have no way of knowing; but I figure that if I was stuck in a dirty Commie hellhole (yeah, redundant, I know) I’d be looking for escape routes all the time myself, if only to keep from going insane from the existential despair of being stuck in a dirty Commie hellhole. Sort of like always having a zombie plan, only for real.
That’s it. I just wanted to get one last shot of Commie-bashing in before I go under the knife tomorrow. Not that I expect any complications, but you never know with general anesthesia.
GQ: Your new movie is called Friends with Benefits. Ever been in one of those relationships?
Mila Kunis: Oy. I haven’t, but I can give you my stance on it: It’s like communism—good in theory, in execution it fails.
Smart woman, except that Communism isn’t particularly good in theory, either. Still, there are times when you have to be diplomatic about the strange and frankly distasteful religious sensibilities of the locals, and God knows Hollywood is full of people who don’t like being told that Marxism is intellectualism for stupid people… Continue reading #rsrh QotD, Well, Look At Her Parents edition.
Admittedly, the big words are hard; but that’s no excuse. Anyway, in this specific example… paranoia is a condition where someone has an irrational fear of persecution. What avowed Commie* Don Giljum of Operating Engineers Local 148 was describing in the how-to-plan-out-union-violence-and-intimidation video below:
…was the perfectly natural reaction of a man who is the target of an organized conspiracy to intimidate and persecute him. I’m not surprised that Giljum’s not intelligent enough to understand the distinction, though: after all, Marxism is intellectualism for stupid people.
And the naturally vile, of course.
*I had tacked on a ‘scumbag’ after that, but I decided below that it was kind of redundant.