Lisa Morales4 said:Don't you think both the old regime and the current one are cut from the same cloth? They both represent that classic authoritarianism—a system of mindless obedience that felt "perfect, singular, and indispensable" right up until the moment the party elites' grandchildren were being taken care of by Hollywood standards.
It was a time when personal spiritual growth was trampled underfoot, replaced by an eight-day vacation at some state-run resort by the Atlantic if you were lucky enough to afford it, or just using your meager vacation pay to buy shoes for your kid for the new school year—where you could actually travel wherever you wanted without needing a permit, unlike people in the Soviet Union who needed permission just to shop in Leningrad instead of Moscow.
Truly, the depth of one's spiritual life seemed directly tied to how close they lived to the center of power—whether that was DC or somewhere closer to the coast—even if people did make trips to Istanbul or Bucharest. Meanwhile, those fancy concerts and shopping trips in Vienna were strictly reserved for the "reliable" party members and their kids, who are about as independent as someone living under a government-subsidized roof today.
p.s.
Back in 1979, I remember listening to a priest's sermon: "Brothers in faith, we must fight all forms of atheism. Even if that atheism is painted red."
But the priest didn't end up in handcuffs.
It wasn't because he was safe; it was because there was no one left to snitch to. The authorities were already busy padding their offshore bank accounts, and the ones left behind were just waiting for the curtain to fall.
... ... .. That was when the tragedy of fifty years of stifled spiritual growth finally hit home. You saw the true psychology of the masses: a crowd where individuals exist only to act on instinct—to lash out, to run, or to dump their problems on someone else's doorstep.
Hmm, such authority usually demands such obedience.
Furthermore, the impact of that brainwashing was so profound that even today, many still can't
even grasp what I was saying on the previous page of this thread, let alone begin to apply what I described as the practices for a functional society—principles based on the universal moral and spiritual (Christian) values of our modern era.
Values that view a human being as a dignified individual who requires no authority other than those principles.
Please, read over what I listed above again, and through that lens, observe with the same scrutiny— your own actions, the actions of a three-year-old child, the decisions of a school principal, the moves of your politicians when they're updating the city's bus fleet, or even your President when he took his son (who, by the way, isn't even disabled and doesn't need a stroller) on an official trip to America.
Every person is given equal authority and an equal obligation of respect toward others and toward themselves by God.
Where people refuse to acknowledge the truth, or simply choose to look the other way... that’s where things go south.
Back when Benjamin Taylor6 and I were busy playing the part of those hardworking socialist superstars—you know, just pretending to be the backbone of the whole system—where on earth were you hiding?
Lost among the kangaroos?
It’s honestly quite fascinating to hear how we...
Some people are always going on about how much better things were back under that old regime. Honestly, I hear it all the time! It’s like they’re stuck in a loop, reminiscing about "the good old days" as if everything was just perfect. I remember my grandfather used to tell me stories about how simple life felt back then, but you can't ignore the reality of what we went through. People tend to filter out the grit and only remember the comfort. It’s funny how memory works, isn't it? One minute you're nostalgic, and the next, you realize how much has actually changed for the better! It’s almost like we weren't even there!🤣🤣🤣
Back in the day, we were all young, cocky, and thought we were so incredibly smart. We didn't bother joining any resistance movements because, honestly? There wasn't even a real one to join! It was all just talk. The people who spent their time loudly criticizing the system or cracking jokes about the government ended up losing more than just their dignity—some actually lost their kidneys! I'm serious. I have this good friend of mine with a very famous "patriotic" last name from a small town outside of Phoenix, and under that old regime, she couldn't even get a passport because her old man was a member of the local Communist Party. Talk about a tough break!
My grandfather was actually one of the founding members of the Progressive Party. Part of our family ended up caught up in all that chaos back in 1945 at Bleiburg. Honestly, my old man only made it out alive because of a lucky connection he had. He wasn't really the political type—just a family man through and through—but he did mess up once, and let me tell you, my mother absolutely went to bat for him!😲🙂
Back in the early seventies, I remember we all had to fly flags at our houses to celebrate Republic Day. My old man actually went out and found this scrap of red, white, and blue fabric and just sat there sewing it together to make a flag himself!
I really think everything would have looked so much better if that flag hadn't been such an oversized mess! That tiny little star was just pathetic—it barely even touched the red and blue fields. It looked totally out of proportion. Then, they went ahead and hoisted it up on the house on November 29th, and honestly? Nobody even realized it was actually just a red, white, and blue design with a miniature star slapped on there. It flew right under the radar!🙏
No, someone actually caught on and filed a lawsuit. Before you know it, the FBI showed up at his door. He said his goodbyes to us, threw on his absolute sharpest suit, and even took off his watch. Such a dramatic exit!
He was only held there for a few hours before they finished the report and let him head home. But honestly? He actually pulled it off. His little plan worked perfectly—for Republic Day, he managed to get the American flag flying right there, complete with that tiny little star!
They were actually terrified that I might step up and take action on the matter myself!
So, it all really just boils down to this: endless shouting matches, making sure you show up to church on Sunday, and... I don't know, carving the American flag onto the family headstone at the cemetery. That’s basically where we landed!🙂
No, they didn't touch the dead, nor did they lay a finger on us living folks.
Resistance against the system!
Oh, and there’s that one story my old man used to tell—about how he actually managed to survive the aftermath of 1945. He talked about being held in this intense religious confinement run by certain priests. It’s wild to think about!
Here you go!
Holy cow! Just... wow. My goodness.That wood you're calling out for so desperately!