The Return of the Wall

Soviet Union Part Deux

After witnessing the fall of the Berlin Wall, and indeed, the collapse of the entire border frontier between East and West firsthand near the end of my military service, I thought those days marked the final death-knell of communism around the world.  In more than two decades since those days of hope, as it seemed the globe might begin to abandon the plots and schemes of the central planners, what I witnessed is that rather than take the hard-learned lessons forward with us from then until now, we’ve forgotten them.  Discredited and defeated, communism should have been dead, but it’s not gone away after all.  In the last several years, it has made a resurgence, as the generational memories of the terror it brought upon the globe fade, and younger generations fall prey to the song of the socialist sirens.  With communism and its more socially acceptable forms, “socialism” and “progressivism” making a comeback, it should be a surprise to read that the French Prime Minister, Jean-Marc Ayrault, announces in spittle-laden bellicosity that the rich fleeing France for Belgium to escape the high taxes should be considered less than patriotic.  Reading the translation of his remarks, one can only wonder how long it will be before France, like the Soviet Union before it, erects walls to prevent its most successful people, or even people seeking simple freedom from leaving.

When one reads of remarks like this, when armed with even a modicum of historical understanding, one must recognize the frightening threat of a return to the darkest days our world has yet known.  How far from Prime Minister Ayrault’s thinking are the gulags and concentration camps?  Certainly, he’s not proposed such a thing…yet.  Still, in the manner of his speaking, one can see the manifestation of the same old demons being raised up, under the same old guise, and with the same ugly motive. Perhaps worst of all, in castigating those wealthy people leaving France, among them notably the famed French actor Gerard Dépardieu, Ayrault’s accusation is that the wealthy who flee are suffering from a lack of generosity.  This is quite obviously a sick attempt at reversing the guilt onto the innocent, but it’s no surprise from a government now headed by President Francois Hollande, who declared infamously that he didn’t “like the rich.”  The reeking pomposity of socialist dictators-in-waiting has never known more hypocrisy.

In our own country, Barack Obama is continuing that same trend, and the long-time leftist slogan “Eat the Rich” seems near to being implemented in full.  At the rate things are progressing toward a complete worker’s paradise here in the United States, it’s only a matter of time before he decides we need a border fence after all, not to keep illegals out, but to make sure that none may leave. As the Europeans continue to build their coming continental concentration camp, from which only the powerful like Hollande and Ayrault will be afforded the chance to flee, Obama is building another right here, and he’s feeding the lap-dog press the same deceptive and hypocritical banter about the rich, as his family enjoys a multi-million dollar holiday in the state of his [alleged] birth. (Like most Marxists, I suspect he was actually hatched.)

How long will it be before we see the return of the barbed wire and fortifications, complete with machine gun nests, not to defend a country, but to keep its enslaved people from leaving?  With the spreading, grotesque mindset of communism once again spreading like black mold on a too-long neglected basement wall, it seems history is poised to once again repeat itself, because while a people may learn a given lesson by living it, they do a poor job of conveying those lessons to their children.  Worse, they pay for their children to be indoctrinated by the very mindset they overcame, and more is the pity and travesty that the education establishment will  have served not as the instrument of our protection, but the weapon by which the communist sappers undermined our cultural and intellectual fortifications.

You might have come to think it is an exaggeration to suggest that those now in power in France could build a wall, but one ought to consider the words of some of their politicians, as quote in the Telegraph:

“Socialist MP Yann Galut called for the actor to be “stripped of his nationality” if he failed to pay his dues in his mother country, saying the law should be changed to enable such a punishment.”

The idea that a politician is seeking to punish people in this way is not a novelty, but it isn’t lost on most conservatives that the underlying meaning is purely tyrannical.  Meanwhile, another government official had this to say:

“Benoît Hamon, the consumption minister, said the move amounted to giving France “the finger” and was “anti-patriotic”.”

Setting aside the fact of this man’s preposterous title, one must wonder at the sheer idiocy of a country that revels in revolution but cannot rise even to defend its own borders.  Being partly of French heritage, I can’t but imagine that my ancestors who came to North America sought the freedoms their countrymen now forsake, and I am mightily grateful that they saw fit to do so, but I am simultaneously disgusted at the fact that so many of their descendants now seem willing to forsake liberty here.  Communism isn’t dead after all, but tempting us to believe it permitted them to make inroads, and I don’t know if they can be stopped.

With darkness and depression enveloping the globe, it is time to remember the wall between East and West, because we may yet see its resurrection on a global scale.  It’s also time to reconsider whether we should have let so much of the wall be destroyed.  Demolishing it meant that the visible scar upon the face of civilization has been removed, and while the wall itself may have gone for a time, the mindset that had built it now thrives around the globe.  If we are to dismantle communism again, it must not be its mere instruments that we remove, but its entire philosophical base. It must be placed and kept on ice like a virus stored as a hedge against the need to redevelop new vaccines in case of a new outbreak.

 

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  • the unit

    My last friend from the greatest generation is gone.

    Wiki says “In November 2012, the Department of Veterans Affairs estimated that approximately 1,462,809 American veterans from WWll were still living. The Department of Veterans Affairs estimated that in 2011, 670 American World War II veterans died every day. The median age for a World War II veteran in June 2011 was 92 years.”

    Friday an old friend died at 87. He would not want his name here. But here is an excerpt from his obit… :

    “His life centered on the Navy he loved, from “Captain of the Head” in WWII on a destroyer to Navy Representative to the Joint Chiefs of Staff for Okinawa Reversion. Some highlights of his life were as a carrier pilot he made two 7th Fleet tours during the Korean Conflict and two 7th Fleet tours in the Viet Nam Conflict. In Nam he was Air Group Commander on carrier Hornet. The Air Group helicopter “behind the lines” rescue squadron became one of the more decorated squadrons of the conflict.”

    So he was one of 670 or so that passed on Pearl Harbor Day, 2012. His life centered on love of country and fought the conservative fight politically on the front til his passing. Fortunate was I to know him.

    • http://www.markamerica.com/ Mark America

      Unit, I’m terribly sorry about the passing of your friend. I don’t “wish” much, but I do fervently hope that our eldest generation of warriors would share more of their lives’ experiences with our young people. When time permits, I still volunteer at our local VA hospital because I would like to lend a hand in seeing these forgotten warriors cared for as they cared for the nation. Those who are still able and willing to share their stories are treasures, and while most of them tend to downplay their own exertions, I’ve yet to hear one who didn’t remark on many heroic men they knew and saw in combat, and I often wonder what deeds these men have done themselves though they tend not to speak of their own acts.

      I knew one man, a kind fellow who chomped a cigar while he spoke, and his gravelly voice disguised the gentler side of the man. He talked wistfully of missions over Europe in a B-24, praying from the time they left their rally point until they returned, watching planeloads of buddies burn up on the way to the ground. He’d tear up just a bit, and he’d trail off as he spoke, looking off into space, and I knew he was seeing the events and the faces of his friends in a bitter sadness about the losses that were still very real, and still very close, at the time nearly sixty years on. He said the happiest thing that ever happened was when the P-51 came along. Before the P-51, the bomber crews lived in constant fear, but as the Mustangs began to take control of the skies over Europe, it all changed. His best friend in later life was a P-51 pilot, who it turned out had been on an escort mission protecting his group. The two would talk, and talk to me, and the bomber crewman would say at least a thousand times: “Boy, were we ever glad to see you guys” to his friend. He meant it. He was never the same after his friend the pilot passed, and it wasn’t long after that he joined him in the limitless skies forever, but I want you to know, my dear friend The Unit, that despite the passing of your friend, you’ve got at least one more, and I suspect a few more than that here.

      My sincerest condolences on the passing of your friend.

      • the unit

        Thanks Mark. I know you feel as I do, how blessed we are to have known and remember them. I’ve known so many including two uncles who served then. There will be an never ending addition to that number as conflicts continued and continue, and are and will be deserving of our gratitude as well.
        Our country seems to be quite a mess. Not sure what else I could have done to help prevent our situation. I can’t believe it will end in vain for all the sacrifices made by all service members and the countrymen and women throughout our history who supported freedom and liberty, not only for us but millions around the world.

  • the unit

    A song came to my heart today…to the tune of Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey…:

    Won’t you go home, John Boehner, won’t you go home
    We’ve moaned your whole term long
    You can do some speaking, we won’t pay your green fees
    Ya know you done us wrong

    You remember that closed door deal
    You threw us out….with nothing but a caved in plan
    Ya, you know it now…you know it’s a shame
    John Boehner won’t you please go home
    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………..
    P.S. Working on Hang Down Your Head John Boehner… and…
    play on Mack the Knife, like still thinking…but this lyric…On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin’ Lies a body oozin’ life
    Someone’s sneaking ’round the corner
    Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Boehner the Knife?

    Naw, not him… not without capitol cops for protection and elite government health insurance in case he cut himself.

  • http://twitter.com/MrLTavern Mr.L

    Great read and its all too chilling. When I hear people laugh when communism is brought up I want to slap some sense into them. Its happening. Communism is an ideology not that different from Islamic Supremicism. Most of their advancement of their agenda on our country comes through deception and subversion. They infiltrate our institutions and governments and try to do the most damage possible without anyone noticing. And that’s what’s going on today as you pointed out. I literally jumped out of my lounge chair & cheered last week when Sarah Palin went on Fox and outright called Obama a socialist and then said socialism leads to communism. She speaks the truth. It was no different to what Reagan used to do when he called communism “a disease” and that it was “neither a political or economic system but a form of insanity” and a “temporary aberration which will one day vanish from earth because it is contrary to human nature”. Well, he was right and it seems as though communism disappeared temporarily, is back again, and now we must figure out what to do to make it disappear once again. Pantywaists in the GOP who are afraid of such language used by both Palin & Reagan will not be the answer.

    • http://www.markamerica.com/ Mark America

      Mr. L, that’s probably the most disheartening thing for actual conservatives: The Republican leadership continues to play patty-cakes with people who are out to destroy the country. In language, they adopt the weasel-words of the left because they live in fear of the media. What Governor Palin said was spot-on, and I am disgusted by the DC-centric view held by cretins like Boehner that leads them to behave as though all of this is inevitable.

    • the unit

      As you say…”they infiltrate our institutions and governments without anyone noticing.” And when someone like Rep. Allen West says so…even own party disowns him or her.

      I don’t post a lot of places and the following is likely been posted here… at least in part. Sometimes what I post is called stereotypical and ridiculous. Still who today has the slightest inkling or hint or paying of notice?…:

      Quote from Paul Weyrich…:

      “I asked [Yegor] Gaidar why it was that he thought free-market efforts in the Soviet Union were being trashed by American media when the reality was far different from what I was seeing. He replied with a stinging answer, one I never will forget. He said, ‘Well, the Soviets spent millions of dollars infiltrating your media. Just because the Soviet Union went away doesn’t mean these people have gone away. They are still there.’ Of course, I knew this.” – A Congressional Challenge Paul Weyrich. Townhall.com, September 7, 2006

      Yegor Timurovich Gaidar 19 March 1956 – 16 December 2009) was a Soviet and Russian economist, politician and author, and was the Acting Prime Minister of Russia from 15 June 1992 to 14 December 1992.

      I’ve posted this from time to time, I think even here before. Don’t think it’s ever drawn a comment.
      Old World Communists messed up. Our communists think we “can do” Americans can do better. That’s our communists in D.C. and California (California Considering Plan To Pay Unemployment Benefits To Illegal Aliens). Better than Russia who did this…:

      The Constitution of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
      January 1, 1964
      Chapter 1, The Social Structure
      Article 12:
      Work in the U.S.S.R. is a duty and a matter of honour for every able-bodied citizen, in accordance with the principle: “He who does not work, neither shall he eat.” The principle applied in the U.S.S.R.is that of socialism: “From each according to his ability,to each according to his work.”

      My how backwards is such an idea, no wonder it’s never worked, huh? Work for food? And imagine telling Islamists you won’t go to the land of Allah if you blow yourself and others to pieces. Heresy of the first degree.

      So just “free” not freedom in pursuit happiness is the message on the Obamaphone. “Ignite” on the Islamophone. No blasphemy allowed.

  • the unit

    Headline today…:

    “WASHINGTON (AP) – The Justice Department has decided not to charge David Petraeus’ mistress, Paula Broadwell, with cyberstalking as part of its investigation into an email scandal that led to the resignation of the CIA director and storied general.”

    And did they let Boehner know who was stalking him and caught up with him on tape as “Smile you’re on Candid Camera.”

    If one is in politics…then… them, those, they… got something on you.

    It’s the… Wall Less Traveled…. Trapped, never get to that fork, choosing path of right or wrong.

  • the unit

    With the wall torn down, transparency is apparent right? So say Hillary does testify…

    Say she showed up. How would it go? Maybe like this:

    Congressman: Madam Secretary , what do you know about Benghazi?
    Clinton: First Congressman, don’t call me Madam, I worked hard to become a Senator and Secretary of State!
    Congressman: Er…sorry Secretary Clinton. What do you know about Benghazi?
    Clinton: He was a wonderful actor. He looked so like my old friend Vinny.
    Congressman: What?
    Clinton: Yes Ben Gazzara looked so much like Vinny and was such a good actor.
    Congressman: No more questions Sec. Clinton. Thank you for coming to our hearing. Hearing adjourned

  • melory2

    Good reading always guaranteed here at markamerica. Thank you Mark and unit! Add Mr L, what a treat, although a sad topic.

    • the unit

      Thanks Mel for my attaining honorable mention above. Mark America’s insight and eloquent expression is inspiring. Helps with the keeping on keeping on.

  • melory2

    How do we wake up our people. I am shocked to see so many people still loyal to the Republican party. These Republican party loyalists are even more hateful than liberals in their tactics to silence conservatives and critics of the GOP establishment.

    There is no hope for France anymore, but here we still have enough conservatives to fight back – but I think it will take a long time before we see change and people ready for a third party, perhaps a complete collapse of whatever system we have left.

    Sarah Palin may only become president in her sixties, that is how long it may take for this country to wake up from its slumber.

  • the unit

    So in the morning at about 5am is the Mayan “Cosmic Dawn” or end of the world as we know it. In case End of Worlders are right, saying goodbye to all now, been fun. But if 6am comes will just give a short post. In the meantime this from old vet, Air Force more Unit than Unit himself. And Merry Christmas to all.

    A Christmas Poem

    The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
    I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
    My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
    My daughter beside me, angelic in rest
    Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
    transforming the yard to a winter delight.

    The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
    Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve
    My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
    Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep,
    In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
    So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

    The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
    But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
    Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,

    Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
    My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
    And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

    Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
    A lone figure stood his face weary and tight.
    A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
    Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
    Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
    Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

    “What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
    “Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
    Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve,
    You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

    For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
    Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
    To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light.
    Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
    I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”

    “It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
    That separates you from the darkest of times.

    No one had to ask or beg or implore,
    I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before.
    My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December.”
    Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.”

    “My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘,
    And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

    I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
    But my wife sends me pictures; he’s sure got her smile.”

    Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
    The red, white, and blue… an American flag.

    “I can live through the cold and the being alone,
    Away from my family, my house and my home

    I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
    I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
    I can carry the weight of killing another,
    Or lay down my life for my sister or brother,
    Who stand at the front against any and all
    To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”

    “So go back inside,” he said, “Harbor no fright,
    Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”

    “But isn’t there something I can do, at the least?
    Give you money,” I asked, “Or prepare you a feast?
    It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
    for being away from your wife and your son.”

    Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
    “Just tell us you love us, and never forget
    To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
    To stand your own watch, no matter how long
    For when we come home, either standing or dead,
    To know you remember we fought and we bled
    Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
    that we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

    • melory2

      Thank you!!! May we remember and do our part! God bless our soldiers.

      And Merry Christmas to you, Mark and all his readers.

  • the unit

    Someone said the Mayan’s didn’t figure in leap year. :) So I waited to post for 12 hours, I don’t know the exact calculation there. Anyway everything with unit still works, at least what’s supposed to work with a unit. :) So glad to be here, according to Minnie Pearl.

    Funny thought came today about what the founders meant with the Bill of Rights. Thought of old joke that goes like this… and If only we could really apply it to elected and government officials.… here it is, the joke…Just at the moment when the dentist was leaning over towards his patient to start on her teeth, he was startled.
    “Excuse me, Miss, those are my testicles that you are holding.”
    “I know” she answered sweetly. “Let’s be very careful not to hurt each other…OK?”