I
can sleep better at night now that the specter of global communism has
temporarily dissipated from our America with the election and confirmation by
the Electoral College of our 45th president, Donald J. Trump.
One
cannot imagine my temporary relief and inner peace, not having to hear
Hillary’s hectoring voice, giving us lectures on social justice, equality,
racism, bigotry, and white privilege, while banking billions of other people’s
money.
Her
voice reminded me of Elena Ceausescu, the “mother,” co-creator and conspirator
of our communist misery and exploitation we had to endure for decades. She and
her husband brought an entire nation to its knees with a Stalinist police state
that was state of the art at the time.
On
a really cold day like today, 22 degrees Fahrenheit, I remember my gloveless
fingers turning red in the frigid air but holding on tight to my precious loaf
of bread called “franzela.” I had waited in line for a long time to buy it and
nobody let me ahead of the line because I was a child, it was a fight for
survival.
No
crayons, coloring books, or puppies to comfort and shield me from the harsh
reality. I was fighting, in a small way, for our daily existence. There was no
safe space for me to crawl into except my mother’s arms. And she was too busy
to give hugs to her scared and cold little girl who did not understand that
other people, in faraway lands, lived much better lives even in their darkest
days. There was no time or place for pampering, we had to become hardened and
learn fast how to survive.
We
did not need a “safe space” from reality. Reality was surrounding and
suffocating us, there was no other place to go. If we had the easy and coddled
life of precious American Snowflakes, full of awards, rewards, and undeserved
and unearned praises, we would have never wanted to escape to an imagined “safe
space.”
As
a six-year old, if I did not lose the money along the way, and if I found bread
at the communist corner store, I ate a good portion of the crust on the way
home, knowing that mom would be mad and there would be consequences. But I was
so hungry and the loaf was still warm from the oven. That loaf of bread had to
last a few days with mom’s soup, made from bones bought at the communist
butcher shop and stripped bare of any meat. We were only entitled to 2.5 kg of
meat per month, with rationing cards.
Look
around you, at the abundant grocery stores, your warm homes, with water,
electricity, natural gas, stove, microwave, dishwasher, refrigerator, and
plenty of food. You have indoor plumbing, bathrooms, a washing machine, the
latest devices money can buy, TV, a myriad of channels for entertainment, warm
clothes, multiple pairs of shoes, a warm bed, and lots of books and toys.
What
are you really missing in your lives, in your standard of living? Who is
exploiting you and controlling your minds? Your college professors and
community organizers are filling your minds with imagined racism, bigotry, and
intolerance you harp about non-stop, while looting and destroying other
people’s property in the process of demonstrating your lunacy. Count your
blessings before you wish for socialism and communism!
When
I first started teaching full time in the 80s at a preparatory school for
college in the south, I used to tell my classes stories of what life was like
under socialism/communism; it was not the failed multicultural socialism you
admire in western Europe. It was the socialism in Eastern Europe, behind the
Iron Curtain.
When
students asked questions, I told them frankly how it felt to be exploited by
communism, to have your spirit destroyed, to be kept hungry, cold, and without
hope for any future; what it was like to be stripped of all personal
possessions, land, home, and individuality, to be stuck in tiny cinder block
apartments, to be jailed because you had something extra in your home that was
not reported to the all-mighty Communist Party that had every right to
confiscate what you owned and distribute it amongst themselves as a reward for
their “purity of Marxist thought.” And there was no law or justice to protect
and defend us. And we had no guns because they had been confiscated as well.
The reality of the cruel communist
life was just a joke to them
When
students joked, “yeah, you had to walk uphill barefoot in the snow to get to
school,” I realized quickly that students had been so thoroughly brainwashed
that they laughed and giggled at my stories, so I stopped telling them
anything. The reality of the cruel communist life was just a joke to them.
It was impossible to educate people who had
been so methodically programmed by their activist socialist teachers before me.
Logic would have dictated that they would have asked themselves, if socialism
was so great, why were all these people leaving their countries and their loved
ones behind, everything they’ve ever known and loved, often at great risk if
they defected, to come to the United States, to the west? And why are not
Americans flocking to move to the then USSR, Cuba, China, or North Korea, their
utopian paradise?
Why are all these “refugees” from the
Middle East coming to the United States, into small and conservative
communities around the country, if we are such a racist, intolerant, and
bigoted country? Do they enjoy our generous welfare system offered to them on a
silver platter, a ridiculous system that does not require anything of them in
return, not even assimilation?
If you don’t fight to preserve your
country, if you don’t stop listening to the brainwashing from schools and the
MSM, how long is it going to be, young know-it-alls, before these “refugees”
colonize you and your “social justice” narrative? They are already on their way
colonizing and Islamizing Europe.
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