I cannot make up my mind about who is my favorite Dear Leader of all. They all have made so many contributions, and were so beloved by their people. What do you think?
I know, I know, I had a feeling you would wonder. I will make sure he is placed in the Pantheon. When I started out, I only included those who had achieved the status of "Lord over the People," if you know what I mean. But, I also thought, Comrade Red Square is going to wonder where Che is, and I should have immediately put him in before I forgot. Okay, that is my excuse.
Che is on the way, ASAP! (and I hope, too, the special touch of RR).
O.K. I'm a little angry, you put The One in your picture montage, yet you don't HAVE him in the poll. Why do you torture me like this Leninka, all I asked was to vote for Dear Leader, again, and move on with my government approved life.
Please forgive me, I blew a circuit on the number, so I had to purge Comrades Brezhnev and Kruschev from the poll in order to fit both our Dear Leader and Che.
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I suppose, for now, Our own Dear Leader is my favorite, because he is so kind to leaders like Ahmadinejad and Khadafi, who called Dear Leader "My Son," and also because he has the admiration of Comrades Fidel,Chavez and Zelaya. I'm sure I'll come up with more reasons, soon.
Khrushchev is my favorite; when he said "We will bury you!", it made my progressive heart go all aflutter. I just couldn't wait until the Soviets started pouring the sand on me. Unfortunately, in one of life's cruel and socially unjust ironies, he ended up with the sand on him (sniff, sniff.) But nobody could bang a shoe on a desk like he could!
My deepest apologies. Of course, Comrade Mugabe belongs in the pantheon. In fact, here is a little gift for you, something I did to honor both he and his mentor. As well, in order to fit him into the poll (I am limited to 10), I included him with Dear Comrade Fidel.
Whoopie, I do understand how to squirm in the warm comfort of not having to ever think--I'm a made prog you know--and I don't like having to make choices. But you do have to, you know.
What commissar is going to make it big? What commissar is failing? We can talk about doctrine all we want but when it gets down to it, it's all about which commissar is the must murderous.
Which means making choices.
Ever since Dear Teddy has assumed room temperature, there's an opening for a world-class socialist who can leave girls to die of suffocation in a car. Now I know that there are lots of tyrants with bloodier hands but have we had one to match him letting a woman die of asphyxiation while he slept off a drunk?
That's one thing that we do better in AmeriKKKa. Have a member of a thoroughly vile family own a corrupt state and kill people with impunity and still be called the best legislator of the last century.
Needless to say, I voted for myself. I'm just stalling for the time I can make a comeback! That is, if I can get Beria to kill Trotsky, I've got this knocked.
And, you seem to have forgotten the "One Whose Name, Image, Signs, We Cannot Use," (except of course when referring to G. W. Bush). Silly me, I guess that's why he's not in the running.
Dearst Comrade Leninka; Many thank you's for adding my hero, the Supreme General Leader of Uganda! From his leadership, I learned how to wok my neighbor and his nasty little dog.
All of this bickering. See what disunity you've unleashed Leninka. Choice must be limited as they did in China. Green Mao suit or Blue Mao suit. Anything more is self indulgence. Even refusing to choose is making a choice. It's a slippery slope comrades.
When Booosh was in power, diversity was our strength. Now that we're in power, unity is our strength. Get with the current truth or get ye to the gulag!
Stalin for Time wrote:Needless to say, I voted for myself. I'm just stalling for the time I can make a comeback! That is, if I can get Beria to kill Trotsky, I've got this knocked.
You have not yet made a comeback Comrade, because you have not filed the proper forms with the Time Redistribution Office. Please file them in triplicate, with no errors (in red ink of course) and submit with the proper processing fee. Until then, we regret that your time allotment currently remains at zero.
Stamp out all fishy rumors that Obama is a socialist communist marxist. His father was not a communist. His mother was not a communist. They did not attend The Little Red Church when Barrack was a child. His mentor was not communist poet Frank Davis. He was not a Saul Alinksky Community Organizer. Get this straight comrades! And report all thoughtcriminals via the link at the top of The Peoples Cube.
Thank you for all that you do. In the above family portrait, Dear Leader can take pride in the purity of his beliefs and those of his family, however, it was my remiss to not include Kim Jong Il, which you did in the master portrait. I am most grateful.
I know Dear Leader must be very proud to be be portrayed with other true believers in Our Great and Glorious System. They give him sustenance, they give him solace, they give him wisdom, companionship, and advice. And I know that he must be proud to know that he will be forever included in the pantheon of these great leaders.
However, I am glad you gave other Dear Leaders, who weren't purist in their beliefs of our glorious system, their own portrait.
I'm quite flattered Comrade Obamugabe. Being the 27th, I will be the freshest one, you know, and I will require the most lavish quarters, separate and apart from the other wives. However, I suppose, you could do away with me any time you wish.
Comrade Whoopie wrote:All of this bickering. See what disunity you've unleashed Leninka. Choice must be limited as they did in China. Green Mao suit or Blue Mao suit. Anything more is self indulgence. Even refusing to choose is making a choice. It's a slippery slope comrades.
When Booosh was in power, diversity was our strength. Now that we're in power, unity is our strength. Get with the current truth or get ye to the gulag!
You are correct, Comrade Whoopie. However, even in the gulag, there are favorites, as long as the discussion is not in earshot of anyone, and you are most certainly one of my favorite comrades.
Leninka, do not worry about being done away with. I am not the personal chef of Obamugabe. I have given my service to Dr. Idi Amin. So you will never feel my hand rubbing garlic and rosemary over you in preparation for the stew pot.
I'm quite flattered Comrade Obamugabe. Being the 27th, I will be the freshest one, you know, and I will require the most lavish quarters, separate and apart from the other wives. However, I suppose, you could do away with me any time you wish.
Comrade Leninka.
Due to your delay in response, I will have to withdraw my offer for you to be my 27th wife.
Obamugabe, I hate to tell you but since Rhodesia has dropped to the bottom of livable countries on earth, you no longer are permitted to have real wives.
Your next dozen will come from adamandeve.com and will have a battery-powered inflation device.
If you fill them with helium they can walk in the clouds with you as you look down on the common people.
1) There is no such place as Rhodesia, nor has there ever been.
2) You are at least right in saying that Rhodesia is not a liveable country, since one cannot live in an imaginary place.
3) The fact that you even dare utter that Colonial word shows that you are a dangerous thought criminal.
4) I have a whole army of inflatable voters, inflatable war veterans and inflatable facebook fans. And yes, since you ask, I also have an army of inflatable wives. And lastly I have an army of thoughtcriminals like you, bound in chains, who are only kept alive in order to keep my inflatable friends inflated. I do not use batteries when I can provide useful blow jobs for the masses.
5) Having said that, none of my 34 REAL wives needed inflation. (Although I did blow a few of them up.)
6) And last, but not the least, I would like to remind you that I am the World Champion of Currency Inflation. (Without your vile reactionary battery powered device!)
One Battery Powered Inflation Device - One Bullet!
Leninka, why worry about the rantings of Obamugabe? Come to the Rancho and I will mutter sweet socialist nothings in you ear. They cannot be distinguished from sour socialist nothings, and since there is no such thing as a socialist something, that phrase pretty much collapses on itself. But do not be ensorceled by Obamugabe.
Obamugabe, I'm going to continue calling it Rhodesia because <i>you haven't paid me yet</i>. Here I am, a made commissar, one of the commissariest of all commissars, and you haven't paid me. Well, then, we'll go back to Cecil Rhodes. And I will taunt you with my outrageous accent and throw a cow over the castle wall.
And I don't like this Theo-a-critter stuff either. If you just knew what I had to put up with the talent-shitting pigeons, and the nano Jimmy Carter rabbits, and of course Bruno singing "Tico Tico"
THEN YOU WOULDN'T SCREW WITH ME. When I'm in a mood like this Our Man Titted Empress backs up against the wall and makes soothing noises around her tusks.
Between your offer and Comrade Obamugabe's, I find the decision quite torturous, don't you know.
On the one hand, I would have all the paper money I could ever want, and the companionship of 36 other wives, never knowing whether I was going to be around to greet the next batch of wives, and on the other, who knows what might happen to me?
One morning, I might wake up at the Rancho, and find myself the subject of some kind of experiment with a turkey baster. Yes, the Frenchman in the Monty Python movie had cows and other animals at his disposal, but they were nothing compared to your talent-shitting pigeons, the nano Jimmy Carter rabbits, or Bruno singing "Tico Tico," I fear. And there is yet one thing that both Comrade Obamugabe and I must keep in mind: you may taunt others like a Frenchman, but you are the impaler of impalers.
Of course you must get credit for the idea of our glorious system, but that was not my criteria.
You sat around on your ass, Comrade Karl, writing a book, and not even by yourself. You had help from you friend Engels. The above Dear Leaders actually ruled over people. That was my original criteria.
Although I do love our own Dear Leader, I must say that my favorite Dear Leader is Chairman Mao. He Purged 70 million thoughtcriminals from China, more than any other Dear Leader anywhere else.
You are justified in favoriting Chairman Mao. His leadership was cleansing, and healing, and Messianic. I bet Comrades Lenin, Stalin and Pol Pot are still jealous of him even in the afterlife. Just think of the conversations they have now:
Pol Pot: "I had the heads of two million people chopped off."
Stalin: "So, what's the big deal. My orders lead to the deaths of over twenty million."
Mao: "You two have nothing on me. I murdered seventy million and counting."
Lenin: "So what's the difference. We're all going to be reborn snakes, after thousands of lives as cockroaches."
Pol Pot: "Oh, I can't wait for that." At least I'll get to eat a bug rather than be eaten."
Lenin: "You're desire for superiority would have gotten you killed in my regime."
Leninka, I think that you're right. Pol Pot would have been killed under Lenin. Or Stalin in particular. I do hope that dear Pol Pot is doing well in the afterlife; I know that some people who did not understand his cleansing powers insisted on viewing his autopsy.
But let's never give up hope on Barry O. He is not a murderer of course, but he will lead us into the poverty, the economic enslavement of our children, and being ridiculed and contemned by the world, which is fitting for AmeriKKKa. While he and Michelle zoom around the world with Nansky, eating lobster, and giving every person on earth an iPod with Barry O.'s speeches on it.
If you look on the right side of the family photo at the top of the page, he is squeezed in there, albeit his entire face is not showing. Were it not for Comrade Red Rooster, the truth is, he would have been left out, and that would have been my most egregious error.
Ahah. I see Comrade. What I meant is that there is no mention of Great Leader Kim Jong Il in the poll. Ah, but it does not matter! As long as Uncle Stalin is present, I am satisfied.
We forget how lucky we are in the USSA to have the leadership of Comradette Nansky Peloski. Although she's just getting her feet off the ground I predict that she will leave all the other Dear Leaders in the shade.
Especially after it is known that 0Bama just can't talk without her hand up his ass. Even with a TelePrompTer.
Comrade Davidenko wrote:Ahah. I see Comrade. What I meant is that there is no mention of Great Leader Kim Jong Il in the poll. Ah, but it does not matter! As long as Uncle Stalin is present, I am satisfied.
The Poll only allows for 9 or 10 spaces. Why "Our Own Dear Leader" comes up twice in the poll beats me, as that is not how it appears in the original unpublished post, so I have no way of correcting it. Now, wait a minute. I just went back in, and low and behold, I was able to list him. Now you may cast your vote for the Dear Leader you like best.
Leninka, I don't know that Nansky and Dear O'Leader are lovers. But I do know that if he sat alone in a room he would wink out of existence. Dick Morris said of the husband of Our Many Titted Empress: "Bill Clinton has to have an audience to eat breakfast." Barry O. is nothing more than the sum of his vanities and the adulation of his acolytes.
I think that lovers have to be individual persons. So they're not lovers if the only this is that Nansky has her hand up Barry O's ass up to the shoulder.
Except that it's not a perfect match. Nanski did meet with the Dalai Lama and of course Barry O wouldn't do that because it might upset the ChiComs. And didn't Bibi Netanyahu get the cold shoulder from Barry O? Well, Bibi is a sensible man and deserves it.
I'm sure that Barry O was making more speeches to put on more iPods to give to more people so that Barry O could look even better in Barry O's eyes.
I did not know it was possible to feel this much contempt for a person. He's a complete nullity.
Give the man a mirror and a camera to stare into and pack him away into a back room and let the world get on with its business. This fool is so rapt by his own precious self regard that he simply wouldn't know the difference. The freedom of the world might hinge on hiring a chorus of sycophants and good TelePrompTer programming. He wouldn't know the difference. The Poseur President.
Commissar Theocritus wrote:Leninka, I don't know that Nansky and Dear O'Leader are lovers. But I do know that if he sat alone in a room he would wink out of existence. Dick Morris said of the husband of Our Many Titted Empress: "Bill Clinton has to have an audience to eat breakfast." Barry O. is nothing more than the sum of his vanities and the adulation of his acolytes.
I think that lovers have to be individual persons. So they're not lovers if the only this is that Nansky has her hand up Barry O's ass up to the shoulder.
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Well then, if this is the case, I hope they show up at my house on Halloween. I'll be ready for them when they ring the doorbell. I'll give them a treat they'll never forget.
"Ding Dong."
"I wonder who that is."
"Why, it's Comrade Nanski with Dear Leader! Hello! Come in!"
"Trick," says Dear Leader.
"Or Treat," says. Nanski.
"You two can let your hair down with me. Why don't you come in a make yourselves comfortable? Do I have a treat for you!"
Comrade Theo, if you wish to finish the rest of this dialogue, be my guest, otherwise, I'll continue
Well then, if this is the case, I hope they show up at my house on Halloween. I'll be ready for them when they ring the doorbell. I'll give them a treat they'll never forget.
"Ding Dong."
"I wonder who that is."
"Why, it's Comrade Nanski with Dear Leader! Hello! Come in!"
"Trick," says Dear Leader.
"Or Treat," says. Nanski.
"You two can let your hair down with me. Why don't you come in a make yourselves comfortable? Do I have a treat for you!"
Comrade Theo, if you wish to finish the rest of this dialogue, be my guest, otherwise, I'll continue
"Well, we can't stay too long, we have other houses to visit."
"Oh, I won't keep you long. Come in to the den. Sit down."
"Er, Uh, Uh, Uh, I can't sit."
"You can't, Comrade O?"
"Uh, Uh, no."
"Oh, I see."
"How about you, Comrade Nanski?"
"Are those mixed nuts?"
"These? Why, yes. Have some, both of you."
"Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp."
"Be back in a jiff, I made some great tea. It's an herbal tea."
"Oh, an herbal tea. That sounds soothing."
"Uh, Uh, yes. Fine."
"Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Chomp."
"Crunch, Crunch."
"Chomp, Chomp."
"Here we go."
"How about some honey? It's organic, from Whole Foods."
"I feel so at home, here."
"Why thank you, Comrade Nanski."
"What kind of tea did you say this was?"
"It's an herbal tea. I think it's called Senna."
"Slurp, slurp. Chomp, Chomp."
"Have you had a good night tricker treating?"
"Oh, yes. We stopped by Olympia Snow's house and she promised to give her vote to the Health Care Bill. She's on the Senate Finance Committee, you know."
"That's wonderful, Comrade Nanski! Now, all you have to do is get our most dedicated prog congressional members to vote for the Health Care Bill, even without a public option."
"Uh, cough, cough, uh, uh."
"Is there anything wrong?"
"No. No. We're, I mean he's fine. This is wonderful tea."
"Oh, thank you."
"What did you call it again?"
"It's Senna."
"Uh, Uh, er."
"What is wrong with you, dammit!"
"Uh, Uh, Uhhhh."
"Comrades, I don't want to keep you."
"Thank you for the tea. I do think we'd better go."
"Uh, Uh, Uhhhhhhhh."
"Your welcome, Comrade O. I'm so glad to have met you in person. You seem so ordinary, I mean, down to earth. I hope you liked the tea. Senna is a great laxative herb. You both should be squeaky clean in the morning. Bye, now."
Leninka looks out her window.
"Now those two are a fun couple!"
A minute later
"What! Comrade O is crapping all over Comrade Peloski. That Senna is suppose to take six hours to work, not six minutes. Oh, I feel terrible. Just terrible. Looks like some children are coming along. They're all holding their noses, I see."
Very nice, Leninka, very nice. Now I understand why Comrade Zero is always seen standing.
To ease his legs perhaps we could find him an old-fashioned toilet chair with chamber pot removed. Make it high. Nansky doesn't like to stoop. And I think that Comrade Zero needs to start wearing robes. Say, fancy hospital gowns which fasten in the back. Just to make it easier for Nansky.
Barack F. Obama. And you don't want to know what the F. stands for.
I voted for our own Dear Leader, and it went to Pol Pot. This voting is rigged. I mean, I like Pol Pot, and collective farming, and I would never disagree with the UN who recognized Pol Pot as the legal government of Cambodia, it's just I am loyal to my own Dear Leader. It's time for our own forced labor program. We need another large stimulus package. We are the ones who will make it happen.
Commissar Theocritus wrote:Very nice, Leninka, very nice. Now I understand why Comrade Zero is always seen standing.
To ease his legs perhaps we could find him an old-fashioned toilet chair with chamber pot removed. Make it high. Nansky doesn't like to stoop. And I think that Comrade Zero needs to start wearing robes. Say, fancy hospital gowns which fasten in the back. Just to make it easier for Nansky.
Barack F. Obama. And you don't want to know what the F. stands for.
Thank you, Comrade Theocritus. I knew that was a story you would appreciate. You're right, I don't care to know what the F. stands for. It might soil my delicate little mind. However, I do feel terribly guilty for underestimating the power of the Senna herb. I thought I was doing them a good turn, really. I mean, one feels so good after a colon cleansing, and I just wanted to make them feel good. It clears the skin, and brings confidence where there was none.
What about Comrade Khruschev? Does Glorious Leader K not get a chance? If it is because of the debacle around Cuba, I assure you, it wasn't his fault! Capitalist lies! All Kapitalist lies!!!!!
Of course, he is worthy of being on the list, for the purpose of electing him, and I would have liked nothing more. Alas, the poll would only allow me to list a certain number before cutting me off.
Once again, Dear Leader K, will not be able rise to the level of being so distinguished by way of election. He will have to be appointed, or seize power, as did his fellow Dear Leader. He is depicted with the others, however. And notice, how Comrade Red Rooster placed him with his finger pointing at his protoge, Dear Che. I thought that was most thoughtful.
I cannot explain how our own Dear Leader appears twice. Some kind of glitch or other. Just wanted you to know.
While we can all agree that we love our own Dear Leader, I cast my vote for Ho Chi Minh, since he didn't have any, and out of a sense of liberal progressive Fairness ™ , I felt it only right to take a vote that might have gone to one of the other Dear Leaders that had more, and give it to the Ho.
Oh, Sean Penn is right up there with Che, and Dear Leader when it comes to Community Organizer Cache. Surely, his face will appear on thousands of T-shirts, one day, too.
Leninka wrote:Oh, Sean Penn is right up there with Che, and Dear Leader when it comes to Community Organizer Cache. Surely, his face will appear on thousands of T-shirts, one day, too.
Dearest Leninka, I embrace you with a drunken "I love you man"...
Too old? No. Of course not. And now, you bring up Danny Glover? Another true friend of Hugo and Fidel? It's too much stardom in one night. No one feels a dictator's pains more than Sean or Danny.
Mel feels pain only for the Mexicans, unless they are wetbacks. But, I did hear Jimmy Kimmel's Guillermo say that although Mel didn't like the Joos, he did like Mexicans, but of course, I don't have any proof.
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[/highlight][highlight=#f7f3ee]Boring old militant Marxist Farts[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]who blather on, in fits and starts[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]about class war and revolution[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee](demonstrably a failed solution)[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]rather than pitied should be scorned;[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]their websites tapped, subscribers warned.[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]Such talk begins as plodding fodder[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]dull as lead – yet even odder:[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]people read this wretched dreck![/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]History ought to hold in check[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]their pawn-shop plans to topple kings[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]they talk a good game – till it brings
[/highlight][highlight=#f7f3ee]armed madness, rage, the peasant wars[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]thugs and riff-raff looting stores,[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]death-camps, purges, civil chaos[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]union dues, returned to pay us[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]bloody end to a treacherous story -[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]guns for butter and guts for glory.[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]Maoist flowers, Trotsky's pick[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]Stalin's bearhug – lies as thick[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]as honey dripping on a corpse.[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]Centralized control that warps[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]a free man's mind. And yet they find[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]their audience loaded, pumped and primed.[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]In spite of numberless essays[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]the true believer bucks and brays[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]hee-hawing on, in Maoist jargon,[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]urging buyers to the bargain:[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]shining paths – that lead to graveyards[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]strewn with texts by Marxist blowhards[/highlight][highlight=#f7f3ee].[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]Endless screeds by tenured traitors :[/highlight]
[highlight=#f7f3ee]dialectic masturbators…
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The uncontested absurdities of today are the accepted slogans of tomorrow. They come to be accepted by degrees, by precedent, by implication, by erosion, by default, by dint of constant pressure on one side and constant retreat on the other - until the day when they are suddenly declared to be the country's official ideology. ~ Ayn Rand
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