The outside world watched, with great interest, the iron curtain of the great shop where the "liberation" of mankind was being fabricated. Occasionally, unmistakable signs of "progress" leaked out.

The Marxists always have to erect a wall that prevents escape from them. As with a country, so with their policies in otherwise free countries. ObamaCare no less so.

Even for those that are young and think they have some freedom from ObamaCare the Iron Curtain of quickly increasing tax "penalties" for not participating soon within a short matter of a couple of years become an inescapable wall preventing them from doing as they wish with their own lives.

What else is their to say? Iron Curtains of a sort are going up all over the world. No less the United States.

Tear down the wall? Very few even see the walls being built. Still more think that the Iron Curtains are the victory gates of liberation.

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Cartoon from Red Primer for Children and Diplomats

Comrade,

I believe the operative term to describe your condition is counter-transference: the therapist's transference projections--in other words, enactment of old conflicts from the family of origin--onto the patient. Example: when "Anna O" (Bertha Pappenheim) fell in love with Freud's partner Josef Breuer, he fled because the situation aroused intolerable emotions in him. (For an example of Freud's countertransference, see his Dora paper.)

If one examines prestructuralist theory, one is faced with a choice: either accept subdialectic capitalism or conclude that sexuality has objective value. The primary theme of the works of Fellini is not conceptualism, but postconceptualism. The meaning of countertransference has broadened since Freud's time to include all the therapist's reactions toward the patient. Thus, the subject is contextualised into a deconstructive libertarianism that includes consciousness as a totality.

I recommend a long rest and plenty of beet vodka. Call me in 3 days.

Comrade Squirrel -

While these things (on the existential plane, at any rate) may hold to be true, nevertheless one must consider the deeper ramifications of transference, counter-transference, and - to some degree - counter-counter-transference.

Indeed, when faced with a wall (or curtain, in a very real and yet also ephemeral sense), these intolerably present emotions form the very basis - at the deepest level - of the sufferer's id vs. super ego conflict. In fact, when faced with a curtain (or wall) of iron(y), the super ego has virtually no choice but to respond in abject rebellion, thereby causing the ego itself to surface in unexpected and yet fully demonstrable patterns.

In the case of our dear comrade Karl Marx Treatment Center and the tax penalties which form the basis for both his emotional sustenance and yet even more his withdrawal from the world as we know it, the id, ego, and super ego are enjoined - forced, if you will - into a factitious, and yet wholly illusory state of conflagration between themselves, as well as their negative and positive counterparts in each case.

This, as you have suggested, leads but to one remarkable and singular conclusion:

More beet vodka.

This reminded me of a historical anecdote I once read:

Joseph Schrumpeter and Max Weber met in a Vienna café, with Ludo Moritz Hartmann and Felix Somary also present. Schrumpeter indicated how gratified he was by the socialist revolution in Russia. Henceforth socialism would not just be a program on paper-- it would have to prove its viability. To which Weber, showing every sign of deep dismay, replied that Communism at this stage of developement in Russia virtually amounted to a crime, and that to take this path would lead to human misery without equal to a terrible catastrophe. "That's exactly what will happen," agreed Schrumpeter, "but what a perfect laboratory experiment." "A laboratory experiment in which a mountain of corpses will be heaped!" retorted Weber in feverish tones. "You could say the same thing about any dissection room," said Schrumpeter. Every attempt to deflect their conversation to other topics failed. Weber spoke even more loudly and vehemently. Schumpeter remained guarded and quietly sarcastic. The others present listened with curiosity, waiting to see what would happen. "I can't take any more of this!" Weber finally exclaimed, abruptly rising from his seat. He walked out, followed by Hartmann, bearing Weber's hat. Schrumpeter remained calmly seated, commenting with amusement: "How could someone shout like that in a café?"

-Karl Jaspers, Three Essays: Leonardo, Descartes, Max Weber, 1964

Forgive the crappy quality, it was all I could find.

With Mayor Quimby as a government agent asking "Try to get access to healthcare!"

And Cleatus as the clueless youth.

....and Descartes said, "I think not!" and disappeared?