That reminds me of something.
I came across some references to Soros' own father, who was one of the early proponents of Esperanto, which was to be a global language at one point.
Interesting that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Soros in pushing for a global society and tearing down the US, is carrying on the idea of his father who worked toward breaking down a unique characteristic of countries, which is their language.
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Teodoro Schwartz
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(Redirected from Tivadar Soros) Teodoro Svarc (or Schwartz or Soros Tivadar; 1894-1968). Hungarian Jewish; doctor, lawyer. Pseudonym also: Teo Melas.
He founded the literary magazine in Esperanto Literatura Mondo (Literature World) in 1922 and edited it until 1924. He wrote the novel Modernaj Robinzonoj (Modern Robinsons), 1923 and Maskerado la morto (Masquerade (dance) around death), published 1965, an autobiographical novel about the Nazis in Budapest, Hungary. Maskerado has been translated into English, Russian, German and Turkish. He is the father of George Soros.
You can call me insufficiently intellectual, but I do believe in the following conspiracy theory about Soros: as was the case with a lot of Eastern European fugitives from communism, Soros family were actually a KGB sleepers sent to the West. The seed capital Soros needed to make his fortune was also provided by the KGB.
It's ludicrous to say that Soros fought both against Nazism and communism. To be against capitalism is to be for communism, it's as simple as that. And he's too young to be a participant in the fight against Nazism.
His Open Society idea uses Karl Popper's theory only as a disguise for purely Marxist dogma (see his fixation on "scientific" determinism of historical development).
As all communist (collectivist) leaders without exception he preaches the vice of capitalism but shamelessly enjoys everything his "filthy money" can buy. In 1989 if the memory serves, I was among several hundred guests to George Soros' birthday party in Budapest: all of us, poor Eastern Europeans, were provided with round trip to Hungary, accommodation in a smart hotel, unlimited food and drinks, and a stage show of a postmodern play, just for one night fetched from London.
Do I need to add that the intellectuals immediately rushed in a ruthless brawl for his favours... quite like they competed for the good graces of their Communist Party bosses before that?