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| Their Beards All Grew Longer Overnight |
| 2016-11-30 |
| [AccordingToHoyt] ...For years now, I’ve been telling you guys that this country is functionally occupied. Sometime between the forties and the seventies, a significant portion of our most promising young were proselytized and converted by the then USSR, an enemy that was not markedly skilled at much, except subversion, but who were very skilled at that. This means, as my friend Bill Reader says, that "we’re doing all right, we just lost the cold war." Oh, we won it, economically and militarily, and everywhere else, but they’d taken our culture, and their long march had acquired all the command positions, and therefore they were in control. And having been, effectively, turned into enemy agents, even after the enemy had disbanded, this meant that they treated us like an occupied land. ...We’re doing okay, it’s just that we’re occupied. And the couple of days have been an "oh, boy, howdy, and how!" as we watch people who pretend to care for the fate of the republic and to be proselytizers for freedom and liberty deliver themselves of painful and cringingly-awful encominiums to Castro, a man who would have been Stalin, had he had more territory than Cuba to rule over; a man who enslaved his own people and who, by hiring his army out, like the Hessian mercenaries of old, but worse, laid fire and waste to Africa and perpetrated (there) racist aggression as was rarely seen under European powers (except maybe by the Belgians who were special all over Congo and of course the soviets who were the masters of the Cubans.) It’s been breath taking to watch the masks drop, and the would-be officials of our own country act like quislings and traitors. Their beards all seem to have grown longer overnight, (particularly the women’s) and the noises that comes from their mouths are no longer the sounds of rational human beings, but the eructations of the long-dead masters who possess them. They are channeling Marx and Lenin, Stalin and Pol Pot, standing atop the pile of corpses of their victims, and speaking with the rotten voice from the grave, lamenting the passing of one of the last of their comrades to resist the encroaching of liberty, and to carry on their carrion-tainted legacy. Remember them. Keep in mind that moment when the masks dropped. They will try to don them again, and look, once more, impartial and over it all, and like gods among men. Don’t forget though, the death-marked visage they revealed and how their empathy for this repulsive tyrant reveals what they’d do, given a chance. |
| Posted by:g(r)omgoru |