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Comrades!

My duties at the Ministry forced me to go on a trip to Berlin last month. I was delighted to find the city in happy expectation of Karl Marx' birthday (5 May). Many locals spoke highly of him, and some commercials in town showed Marx' image in a cuddly "papa smurf" - like way.

I would like to use this opportunity to bring you a Party-approved travel report from the capital of the new German Soviet, which will be especially valuable to our younger readers.

I first visited a part of the Berlin Wall.

As a primer for our millennials: this wall was an abomination, a disgrace to humankind! It was built by President Trump to make sure the oppressed, impoverished West-Germans could not escape to the Soviet paradise of East Germany. Many who tried, were shot on sight. A popular uproar toppled this "iron curtain" in 1989 and drove away the evil American capitalists.* From that moment on, socialist ideas have been spreading to former West Germany, culminating in the election of Angela Merkel, our European Dear Leader.

My next stop was the museum of German History.

This is a giant building consisting of two floors. It starts, as could be expected, with a room dedicated to the birth of the prophet Mohammed. The adjacent rooms glorify the long history of Islam in Germany (did you know that Zeppelins were invented by Muslim scholars?). The second floor is a collection of pictures and statues of Karl Marx. End of tour. That is all the history you need.

I finished my city trip by visiting the grave of Bertolt Brecht in a small, quiet graveyard just north of Berlin's historical center. Bertolt Brecht was one of the few artists who were able to escape the hell of the West and Trump's vicious border police. He admired Stalin, a man well-known for his peace-loving actions and empathy for the common man.

In conclusion: almost 70 years ago, Trump's war machine leveled Berlin's beautiful buildings and forced Germany's National Socialist leader to commit suicide. But now, the collectivist adoration of Big Government Leadership is rising from the ashes, shining brighter than ever. Rejoice, comrades!

Minitrue

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* Warning: this is probably what liberals really believe.

Excellent reporting, Comrade Minitrue!

You are hereby recommended for promotion to Party Inner Circle and permission to carry concealed Cube at all times.

For previous scouting Berlin missions, see this report.

Nostalgic In Berlin: The Cube At Checkpoint Charlie

Excellent post, as usual, Comrade Minitrue,

Here is some cultural/musical info to support your post:


Here is the music Leonard Cohen provided:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTTC_fD ... 8A&index=0

Komissar al-Blogunov wrote:

My research confirms your findings, Comrade Minitrue. While we all know that Islam built the very fabric of America* (before Trump tore it to shreds), it is not widely known that the great Islamic inventor, Ferdinand ibn Zeppelin, brought the backward western countries into the age of aviation.

He was inspired after visiting Ulysses Grant al-Potomac, who was then waging jihad against the Great Southern Satan, and seeing observation balloons in action - another Islamic innovation.

*This scholarly work is also available in Polish.

Comrade al-Blogunov,

It's quiet,.. too quiet. Are our comrades somewhere studying Polish, or are they still recovering from the weekend beet-blast shoveling forum at tractor barn #2???

CC

Captain Craptek wrote:

Komissar al-Blogunov wrote:

My research confirms your findings, Comrade Minitrue. While we all know that Islam built the very fabric of America* (before Trump tore it to shreds), it is not widely known that the great Islamic inventor, Ferdinand ibn Zeppelin, brought the backward western countries into the age of aviation.

He was inspired after visiting Ulysses Grant al-Potomac, who was then waging jihad against the Great Southern Satan, and seeing observation balloons in action - another Islamic innovation.

*This scholarly work is also available in Polish.

Comrade al-Blogunov,

It's quiet,.. too quiet. Are our comrades somewhere studying Polish, or are they still recovering from the weekend beet-blast shoveling forum at tractor barn #2???

CC

Captain Craptek wrote:It's quiet,.. too quiet. Are our comrades somewhere studying Polish, or are they still recovering from the weekend beet-blast shoveling forum at tractor barn #2???

CC

Well well well, Captain. What a strange question to ask on the day of May 9th, when all progressive humanity celebrates a historic victory over Nazi Germany by the heroic Red Army in the Great Patriotic War!

Of course everyone was at the parade.

The real question is, where were YOU?


Victory Day (9 May)

Red Square wrote:

Captain Craptek wrote:It's quiet,.. too quiet. Are our comrades somewhere studying Polish, or are they still recovering from the weekend beet-blast shoveling forum at tractor barn #2???

CC

Well well well, Captain. What a strange question to ask on the day of May 9th, when all progressive humanity celebrates a historic victory over Nazi Germany by the heroic Red Army in the Great Patriotic War!

Of course everyone was at the parade.

The real question is, where were YOU?

May_9_Stalin.jpg

Victory Day (9 May)

Comrade Square,

I was curled up in my nest listening to this;



Roads to Moscow
Al Stewart

They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red
Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze

All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come
Riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red
Silhouetting the snow on the breeze

In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning roads lead to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening
Now it's the end of the dream

I'm coming home, I'm coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break, " I say they turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never"
And the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on forever

Songwriter: Alistair Ian Stewart
Roads to Moscow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Captain Craptek wrote:
Comrade Square,

I was curled up in my nest listening to this;



Roads to Moscow
Al Stewart

They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red
Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze

All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come
Riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red
Silhouetting the snow on the breeze

In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning roads lead to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening
Now it's the end of the dream

I'm coming home, I'm coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break, " I say they turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never"
And the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on forever

Songwriter: Alistair Ian Stewart
Roads to Moscow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Wow, my dearest Comrade Craptek! Just wow!I suppose I should put the "prog off" sign on now. Prog Off: What a superb analogy/metaphor for what is happening in the USA. I was moved to tears when watching and listening. You really hit it out of the park! Kudos! Love ya! Oh, and thanks for using a video to explain yourself. I get it! I do it all the time. Maybe, because of you, people will start listening to me. ; • )

Comrades Pam and Craptek, thank you for musically enhancing this post. These are songs to chew on.

Minitrue wrote:Comrades Pam and Craptek, thank you for musically enhancing this post. These are songs to chew on.

Oh, Comrade Minitrue,You are such a tolerant Prince. Thank you. By the way, I had to get dental implants to accommodate all the chewing. But, it was worth it!

At first I thought Craptek's submission was from Cat Stevens, a converted Muslim. I was wrong. Similarly, I submitted a post that I thought was exemplary in it's description of freedom. While not a Catholic, I thought what Pope Leo in 1888 posted was exemplary.

I post the entire thing for your perusal but you only have to read the first two paragraphs to know how wise this Pope was about real freedom:Pope Leo, 1888
https://w2.vatican.va/content/leo-xiii/ ... ertas.html

Pope Leo XIII was a man before his time. Even over a century later his writings (encyclicals) demonstrate his prescience. He was the first to condemn socialism in all its forms in his encyclical 'Rerum Novarum.' He attacked the fundamental error of socialism, liberalism and communism at a time long before the rest of world even understood the full ramifications of the 'October' revolution of 1917 and what the ultimate consequences of that godless philosophy of Communism would be. Catholic, Christian or not, his writings on capital and labor should resonate with all.

Pamalinsky wrote:At first I thought Craptek's submission was from Cat Stevens, a converted Muslim. I was wrong. Similarly, I submitted a post that I thought was exemplary in it's description of freedom. While not a Catholic, I thought what Pope Leo in 1888 posted was exemplary.

I post the entire thing for your perusal but you only have to read the first two paragraphs to know how wise this Pope was about real freedom:Pope Leo, 1888

Liberty, the highest of natural endowments, being the portion only of intellectual or rational natures, confers on man this dignity - that he is "in the hand of his counsel"(1) and has power over his actions. But the manner in which such dignity is exercised is of the greatest moment, inasmuch as on the use that is made of liberty the highest good and the greatest evil alike depend. Man, indeed, is free to obey his reason, to seek moral good, and to strive unswervingly after his last end. Yet he is free also to turn aside to all other things; and, in pursuing the empty semblance of good, to disturb rightful order and to fall headlong into the destruction which he has voluntarily chosen. The Redeemer of mankind, Jesus Christ, having restored and exalted the original dignity of nature, vouchsafed special assistance to the will of man; and by the gifts of His grace here, and the promise of heavenly bliss hereafter, He raised it to a nobler state. In like manner, this great gift of nature has ever been, and always will be, deservingly cherished by the Catholic Church, for to her alone has been committed the charge of handing down to all ages the benefits purchased for us by Jesus Christ. Yet there are many who imagine that the Church is hostile to human liberty. Having a false and absurd notion as to what liberty is, either they pervert the very idea of freedom, or they extend it at their pleasure to many things in respect of which man cannot rightly be regarded as free.

2. We have on other occasions, and especially in Our encyclical letter Immortale Dei,(2) in treating of the so-called modern liberties, distinguished between their good and evil elements; and We have shown that whatsoever is good in those liberties is as ancient as truth itself, and that the Church has always most willingly approved and practiced that good: but whatsoever has been added as new is, to tell the plain truth, of a vitiated kind, the fruit of the disorders of the age, and of an insatiate longing after novelties. Seeing, however, that many cling so obstinately to their own opinion in this matter as to imagine these modern liberties, cankered as they are, to be the greatest glory of our age, and the very basis of civil life, without which no perfect government can be conceived, We feel it a pressing duty, for the sake of the common good, to treat separately of this subject.

https://w2.vatican.va/content/leo-xiii/ ... ertas.html

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, dear Comrade Vasily Willy!
I thought he was a man of words before his time, as well. His words should be shouted out to the world!
I feel a change coming that reflects his words.