Looking younger than his age, the Leader was busy organizing the masses for the observance of Earth Day. He still found time to sit with me at a nearby bar with the view of Red Square and the Mausoleum. His supporters remained outside, waving Lenin posters and staring at us through the freshly cleaned window.~
"I know. My domestic partner and I aborted every fetus we have conceived. I knew it was for the Greater Good, but I could never phrase it as beautifully as you just have."
"Just to think that those ugly, helpless, needy babies killed communism! Ruined my brilliant plan to build heaven on earth! There's one condition to living in heaven: you can't have babies. You've got to be sterile and immortal."
"Like your mummy?"
"My mummy was a great role model for our youth! That's why it's got to be showcased on Red Square." A faint smile touched the Great Philosopher's lips and disappeared in his reddish mustache. "I had a perfect housing solution," he went on. "It was called peace to the shacks, war to the palaces. You know what a communal apartment is? It's a former palace that looks like a shack, filled with a dozen working families who all use one bathroom. We had a lot of palaces left over from the bourgeoisie, but the greedy capitalists had not built enough for everybody. My perfect solution worked only on condition of zero population growth."
"So Stalin was actually forced to decimate the population. That explains it."
"From what I hear, Stalin took it even further. He increased urban square footage by packing one half of the population in box cars and shipping them off to the tundra. Not a bad plan either. The resulting budget surplus was used to improve the living conditions for the rest, trough statuary projects and golden murals glorifying the Party's leaders. Beautiful proletarian art, really worth dying for. I'm known to be a connoisseur."
"Speaking of Stalin, when he died his body was also mummified and put in the Mausoleum. What were your feelings at the time?"
"What would your feelings be if they turned your private Mausoleum into a freaking communal apartment? For three years I had that stinking mummy lying right next to mine. I hope they found a good use for it now, like put it in charge of the Soviet entertainment industry or something."
"Nikita Khrushchev removed it and buried it in an individual grave," I said.
"Khrushchev was an idiot! He released Stalin's political prisoners when prisons were the only solution to the housing problem."
"He built a lot of housing projects too," I said, trying to be fair to the man who once scared Western leaders by promising to bury them. "Of course, the apartments were so tiny that when the babushka was cooking nobody else could fit into the kitchen."
"I've seen those fat-ass babushkas!" Lenin shuddered. "They are the reason behind food shortages! I would have them all recycled for the Greater Good."
"Khrushchev also promised Communism by the year1980."
"There's nothing wrong with promises as long as they serve the Greater Good. We can always blame it on capitalist saboteurs later. I myself had lied that communism would happen in my lifetime. It was worth it. We've had a few good years. But I still can't believe those stupid babies killed my plan of achieving the Greater Good! I thought the Bolsheviks were supposed to promote free abortions for every woman!"
"And the stupid broads still had babies? Why would they do such a monstrous thing?"
"Out of perverse selfishness, Comrade Lenin. Take America , for example. While our progressive women are selflessly sacrificing their fetuses for the Greater Good, large segments of the population are still in need of thorough re-education."
"Re-educate my ass, comrade! The Party has the means to control population growth besides abortion! Exterminate excessive population! Purge useless class elements like the industrialists, the kulaks, and the bourgeois intellectuals!"
"About a hundred million of useless class elements had been purged."
"Numbers don't matter as long as it's for the Greater Good. They should have kept killing until there was enough of everything left for everybody. Then we would've been ahead of the West economically and culturally."
"That's what the progressives in the West were hoping for."
An uncomfortable silence set in as we avoided each other's eyes, staring at the granite Mausoleum across Red Square.
"Can you tell our readers about your personal life?" I changed the subject.
"I recently delivered a fiery speech at the Nudist Convention in the Palace of Congresses," the Great Strategist beamed. "But mostly my personal life is limited to political prostitutes inside the Politburo. God, I miss Trotsky!"
"Is there anything you would like to say to the readers of the People's Cube?"
Lenin stood up and extended his arm in a familiar gesture so dear to every working man's heart. "Starving workers and peasants of America! The end of the dark era of capitalist oppression is near! Send us the money! Your sacrifice will be rewarded, I promise!"
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See also Adventures of Lenin in 2005, Part I
We must quickly rally the collective socialist masses against these imperialist agitators! Thankfully, the People's Police were able to arrest many of these American-sponsored agents. In the following weeks we'll gently interrogate these enemies of socialism and eliminate their imperialist hive.
Have you denounced a neighbor today, comrade?
We'll publish Comrade Lenin's report once it becomes available.
I've posted the pic of Lenin on my forum.
You MUST come see: http://www.TheFinalPhase.com ...you'll be glad you did.
I was over at one of my favorite forums, http:www.asiawind.com - I was quite heartened to see that Dr. S.L.Lee and his comrades are great lovers of Mao thought!
Certainly, Deng Xiao Ping thought has served its own purposes - getting Western money, driving the seizure by my comrades of the means of production (hello GE, HP, IBM, Cisco, Apple, and friends!), lulling the stupid paper tigers to sleep! Excellent!
However, now, it is time to get back to our roots! I am still here!
= Power flows from the barrel of a gun
Quote:Ah yes, comrade Lenin is back! And so am I!
sorry if i'm being rude, but who the F%#K is MTTung?!
http://www.wsu.edu:8080/~wldciv/world_c ... 2/mao.html
= Power flows from the barrel of a gun
P.S. I said F%#K not F&!#!. there are specific distinctions between them. there must always be an equal number of symbols for the blanked out letters.
= Power flows from the barrel of a gun
Yes Siree Vlad! And what a prophetic song it was too, about an old revolutionary hag who tries to recapture the feelings of the old glory days!
Quote:...Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days!
By the way, how many of you capitalist pigs realize that this 1968 hit sponsored by Paul McCartney was, in fact, a Russian song written by Boris Fomin in 1917, almost simultaneously with the Revolution?
Here's the story:
One evening in 1964 an American performing couple Gene and Francesca Raskin (Gene wrote the English lyrics for this song) were singing it in a club called the "Blue Lamp" in London when Beatle Paul McCartney was in the audience. He was quite taken by the song, but it didn't fit with what he was doing at the time with the Beatles. A couple of years later, Paul met a young Welsh singer named Mary Hopkin, who had won the British television talent show "Opportunity Knocks" (Mary was introduced to him by Twiggy, the fashion model). Paul signed up Mary for the Beatles' Apple Records, and, remembering "Those Were the Days", he thought the song would be perfect for her voice. She recorded it for the Beatle's Apple records, with Paul producing. It was one of the first four releases by Apple and also became one of Apple's biggest hits. The song reached No.2 on the American charts in fall 1968 and held the top position on the British charts for one week, edging out another of Apple's first four releases, "Hey Jude." It was the #7 song of the entire year for 1968.
Let's face it! If Comrade Bill campaigns for her ... well, let's not even go there! It's too awful to think about!
Zampolit B. S. Blokhayev
He looked really good for being dead some 45 years.