Publisher’s Note: Impeachment? Who cares? I am sure the insane clown posse known as the DemoKKKrats will beclown themselves at every turn. They can’t help it.
Since 1952, there has been a Bush or Nixon on the Grand Old Politburo ticket which won the Offal Office. The Trump Presidency is the first ticket in 64 years to win without either, especially a Bushevik. The Bushes have been the palace guard and safe Republican ticket to protect the Deep State since 1976. This explains why the coup began well before the assumed coronation of Pantsuit Negan.
A hat tip to the late Vladimir Bukovsky and the brave heart that powered that man through his dark times; may future Americans match his courageous dissent under oppression. He inspired this thought piece.
The Nuremberg Trials were just the beginning of dozens of trials of Axis malefactors. Those ten hangings were a small part o the human trash taken out in the 1940s.
If you are interested in the official proceeding of the Office of Chief of Counsel for Prosecution of Axis Criminality in eight main volumes and three supplementary volumes, known ironically as The Red Series, you can find them here.
Additional broader Axis prosecution materials can be found here.
The young Marxist intellectuals at the end of the nineteenth and beginning of the twentieth century proved that books can be just as deadly as weapons in transmitting a human software virus just as lethal as the plague or avian flu in stacking human corpses.
The banality of this peculiar evil can be captured in the terrific book House of Government by Yuri Slezkine which relates in sickening detail a preview of the slow death American communism has in store for the west if they seize power again.
Mr. Slezkine opines:
“In 1932 Pravda published a short story by Ilf and Petrov, titled ‘How Robinson Was Created,’ about a magazine editor who commissions a Soviet Robinson Crusoe from a writer named Moldavantsev. The writer submits a manuscript about a Soviet young man triumphing over nature on a desert island. The editor likes the story, but says that a Soviet Robinson would be unthinkable without a trade union committee consisting of a chairman, two permanent members, and a female activist to collect membership dues. The committee, in its turn, would be unthinkable without a safe deposit box, a chairman’s bell, a pitcher of water, and a tablecloth (‘red or green, it doesn’t matter; I don’t want to limit your artistic imagination’), and broad masses of working people. The author objects by saying that so many people could not possible be washed ashore by a single ocean wave:
‘Why a wave?’ asked the editor, suddenly surprised.
‘How else would the masses end up on the island? It is a a desert island, after all!’
‘Who said it was a desert island? You’re getting me confused. Okay, so there’s an island, or, even better, a peninsula. It’s safer that way. And that’s where a series of amusing, original, and interesting adventures will take place. There’ll be some trade union work going on, but not enough. The female activist will expose certain deficiencies – in the area of due collection, for example. She’ll be supported by the broad masses. And then there be the repentant chairman. At the end you could have a general meeting. That would be quite effective artistically. I guess that’s about it.’
‘But – what about Robinson?’ stammered Moldavantsev.
‘Oh yeah …, thank for reminding me. I’m not wild about Robinson. Just drop him. He’s a silly, whiny, totally unnecessary character.”
I have said before that if you stopped all government funding for K-PhD education in America and the west, communism as an idea would be dead in a generation.
In other news: who knew that a ban on a box with a spring would be so hard to enforce? Little do the usual suspects know that an industrial rubber band is the most effective substitute for a bump-stock. The 1944 Warsaw Uprising saw quite a bit of improvised industry. I would also suggest a family day trip to experiment with the explosive properties of avocado oil in a bottle; the soy-boys demand for this oil may have yielded a serendipitous improvement to the run of the mill rebel aperitif….
Your inaction today condemns your children and everyone following them.
And Epstein didn’t kill himself.
“It was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy. Their bread, their work, their private lives began to depend on this or that decision in disputes on principles to which, until then, they had never paid any attention. In their eyes, the philosopher had always been a sort of dreamer whose divigations had no effect on reality. The average human being, even if he had once been exposed to it, wrote philosophy off as utterly impractical and useless. therefore the great intellectual work of the Marxists could easily pass as just one more variation on a sterile pastime. Only a few individuals understood the causes and probably consequences of this general indifference.”
– Czeslaw Milosz, The Captive Mind
“Justice is always naive and self-confident; believing that it will immediately win once recognized. That is the reason why the forces of Justice are so poorly organized. On the other hand, the Evil is cynic, sly and fantastically organized. It never ever has the illusion of the ability to stand on its own feet and to win in a fair competition. That is why it is ready to use any kind of means without hesitation. And of course it does – under the banners of the most noble ideas.”
“I should like to underline: no people, no country, in which a Communist dictatorship has been established, ever found its way out of it.”
“The dream of socialists, the Maximum Programme, has always been to eliminate the private property, the family and the nation state. With the private property they have not succeeded, but they continue on the path of destruction of the family and the nation.”“This power, this authority, Soviet power: they killed everybody who could make any resistance, who could explain his own way of thinking and who could follow his own way of thinking, of believing.”“This dream of absolute, universal equality is amazing, terrifying, and inhuman. And the moment it captures people’s minds, the result is mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.”
– Vladimir Bukovsky
“The dead hand of the old Soviet Union’s ideological-warfare effort continues to wreak destruction, as the toxic ideas it released continue to survive, mutate, and reproduce in the wild.”
– Glenn Reynolds
Future Past: 1990
Butyrka Prison Complex, Moscow, Former USSR
“Perestroika for the Nazis? Didn’t happen.”
“This isn’t war, sir, this is a societal collapse…”
“We’ve been at war with these people since the end of the First World War and the end of the Second World War, Ambassador. My father was a young attorney at the numerous Nuremberg trials, the top ten hanged weren’t the only ones sentenced to death and hanged. All the subsequent death camp and Einsatzgruppen trials across the German and Axis defendants yielded plenty more.”
“What came of that? In the end, I mean…”
“Do you see Mein Kampf and the whole crackpot ideology of rancid racial totalitarianism being taught at university campuses and championed by every professor and media personality as a default philosophical position? Do you see nations lining up to emulate the Hitlerian fever dream?”
“We’re the goddamned victors here, last men standing and I am going to make sure this communist software virus is contained. The trials, the discovery process, the Soviet archives, saving the archives at Laboratory 12 and Kamera from destruction, the Gulag “honor rolls. We’ll never know the full necrometrics of this death state; I am sure it is north of 20 million corpses and countless lives stolen to labor in Siberia and other labor camps. Hell, the death toll in Russia just during their civil war and consolidation from 1917-22 was probably nine million.”
“No one in the west will be able to make the excuse that the Soviets just got it wrong, the evidence is all here…”
General Secretary Gorbachev and the other Politburo members marched up to the dais where the gallows were. Each man was fitted with a noose for the long jump, the western executioners didn’t want to repeat the strangulation passion play of 1946 when the Army had accidentally “shorted” the ropes to cause strangulation instead of neck breaking of the Nazis executed after the war.
The trials had been raucous but revelatory in the sheer extent of murderous and sadistic brutality that had been the people’s paradise in the USSR.
The accidental release of names and addresses of important party members and state security apparatchiks had rippled to across the ten times zones of the USSR from sea to cold gray sea.
The brutal execution of Nicolae Ceaușescu and his wife in December of 1989 had lit a fire in the ambulatory corpse of the USSR and several former satellite states that was still raging our of control.
Vladimir Alexandrovich Kryuchkov, head of the KGB, was the worst for wear as he stumbled up the stairs to the hanging gallery. His face was swollen and he tenderly braced his left arm with the other one. All the men wore gray gulag “sack-suits” as they were trundled to their assigned positions.
Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn and Vladimir Konstantinovich Bukovsky had both flown in from the west to give the invocation before the execution.
The crowd quieted as Solzhenitsyn cleared his throat at the lectern. He spoke softly but forcefully:
“In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousand-fold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations.
These men before you have inherited one of the worst systems of human misery and oppression the world has ever seen and they made it move forward in their time. They have not only murdered and ordered the murder of countless human beings but deprived brother and sister, husband and wife, and son and daughter of their blood relations. They have sentenced tens of thousands to purgatory and desperation in the cold eastern reaches of Mother Russia.
The entire cruel system has been morally depraved and economically broken from the beginning surviving on lie after lie after lie.
You only have power over people as long as you don’t take everything away from them. But when you’ve robbed a man of everything, he’s no longer in your power—he’s free again.
I was free again.”
He looked at the bedraggled men on the dais and visibly choked in despair.
“You are free again.”
The trap doors all fell with a smooth syncopated click as bodies dropped through the openings. The enormous room clicked and illuminated as cameras and video equipment recorded the fate of the top communist leadership in Russia.
The trials would continue.