Remembrance of May Days Past
by Sarah Hoyt
h/t Instapundit
[PJMedia] I woke up this morning and realized it was May Day ‐ and was unutterably relieved things have changed from the May Days of my childhood.
May Day was a holiday ‐ no work/school ‐ being International Worker’s Day. I remember dreary days with nothing on the TV but the might of the USSR and its satellites, in fantastic display.
Troops and groups of workers, flying red flags paraded before podiums ornamented with red paraphernalia, a seemingly invincible might, a proud and unquestionably enthusiastic multitude of workers and soldiers, of farmers and peasants. It seemed the whole world was submerged in red for the occasion, and our own local idiots would demonstrate and commit acts of senseless violence, which was the reason I resorted to the TV. Mom wouldn’t let me go out.
...This was the seventies, and in 20 years all that might, all that "efficiency" and all that pride would be revealed for what they were: a hollow shell, a projection of force abroad, a shout of defiance from a dying, sclerotic regime, upon which the dead hand of the past and the even deader hand of Marx weighed like the agonies of death.
Of course, you'd never hear any of this by asking an average college student
Posted by: g(r)omgoru 2018-05-02 |