taken from the book im reading, spanking the donkey.
....................so is the fawning sentimentality, and the preposterous fake idealism. In Soviet times, a man who was afraid to speak frankly on any topic in front of hos children and whose neighbor had disappeared two days before was capable of shedding real tears over the plight of the american negro, a popular Soviet cause for decades. You see the same thing here in the States: no job, no health insurance, fucked for life by credit bureaus, but swelling with pride over the sight of an iraqi child with a candy bar.
modern observers look back at the early soviet days and wonder how it is that people could possible have believed those fantastic tales that they read about in the state papers- the lurid descriptions of fascist terrorists and wreckers who conspired to poison reservoirs and turn up rails and put broken glass in sausage in the most far away. seemingly irrevelent places in siberia and the far north. the answer probably is that they wanted to believe them. Because that was what was in thier hearts. It wasnt a lie that was being put over them. [b]it came from them.[/b]
few sane people survived those early years to pass on the genes to the next generation.the ones who did remained in careful hiding for decades while they waited for the beast to rot from within.
that may be our only hope in the states, because the problem isnt removing george bush. [b]its the rest of it[/b] this whole thing. all around us. is a package deal. from war all the way back to [i]friends[/i], already in progress.