They’re almost as stupid as the US.
The Communist Party is the second political force in Russia and the Communists lead the Moldovan opposition.
The Bohemians must be nostalgic for the old Gottwald days of gloom and doom.
The majority of Czechs are atheists. Does that have some bearing on the promises of communism’s favor?
The entire European Union is on a downward socialist spiral.
This is upsetting.
When I lived in Slovakia, the Communist were like a joke.
I remember their silly little campaign car with a loud speaker.
Nobody paid them any attention.
I assumed that the Czech Republic would be the same, but I guess that the worldwide recession that was starting just as I left in Jan 2009, has given the Commies a boost.
Talk about not being able to break a bad habit.
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The truth is post-communist movement in Eastern Europe was tainted by Clinton-style liberal corruption. After decades of big government US advisors who got unlimited influence there had to teach misleaded population free enterprise and other real American values but they taught them Hollywood, junk food and gay rights instead. A lot of people are disappointed to a point of turning back to commies they hated a decade ago.
The truth is post-communist movement in Eastern Europe was tainted by Clinton-style liberal corruption. After decades of big government US advisors who got unlimited influence there had to teach misleaded population free enterprise and other real American values but they taught them Hollywood, junk food and gay rights instead. A lot of people are disappointed to a point of turning back to commies they hated a decade ago.
Looks like you guys won’t follow this site, so I’ll post a little of it.
Stories from communist Ukraine
http://www.ukrainiangenocide.org/survivors.html
“This was the first instance of a peacetime genocide in history. It took the
extraordinary form of an artificial famine deliberately created by the ruling
powers. The savage combination of words for the designation of a crime - an
artificial deliberately planned famine - is still incredible to many people
throughout the world, but indicates the uniqueness of the tragedy of 1933,
which is unparalleled, for a time of peace, in the number of victims it claimed.”
Wasyl Hryshko - Genocide Survivor, 1933
“They were horrible years! Mothers were slicing their children and sticking
them in pots to cook them, and then ate them. My mother went into the field
where some horses were dying and brought back a horse’s head. About five
women bit into this horse’s head. What a horror it was; people were dropping
dead on the road. If you pierced them the blood was like water. So many
people died. I remember every thing in the village, including the time they
took the crosses off the churches. Two members from the Komsomol
(Communist Youth Organization) went up and took the crosses down. They
buried them two meters into the ground and old women would go to kiss that
plot of ground...
Then they filled the wooden church full of wheat. During the night mice made
their way through the walls, leaving little holes from which women filled their
buckets with the wheat. The Komsomol took the wheat from the church, and
afterward it stood empty. So many people died in the village that in the
cemetery they stopped putting up crosses. During the winter an old woman
would take a cross from the cemetery to make a fire in her house so that her
children would not freeze.”
Nina Popovych - Genocide Survivor - born 1925, Lysycha Balka, Ukraine
- from Irene Antonovych and Lialia Kuchma’s Generations: A Documentary
of Ukrainians in Chicago, p. 32
“In 1932 and 1933 Kyiv seemed like a paradise to nearly villagers who had
been stripped of all they had by the Soviet government. A no wonder: some
villages were dying out completely, except for those who still had the courage
and strength to flee. There were cases where mothers had gone mad and
killed a child to feed the rest of the family. So, thousands of villagers flocked
to the city of Kyiv. Many of the weak ones sat or lay down by buildings or
fences, most never to get up again. Trucks driven by policemen or
Communist Youth League members, mobilized for that purpose, went around
picking up bodies or carrying those still alive somewhere outside the city
limits. It was especially terrible to see mothers whose faces had turned black
from hunger with children who no longer cry, but only squeal, moving their
lips in an attempt to find sustenance where there was none. People sought
salvation and found death. I saw these things as I walked to work through
the Haymarket on Pidvil’na Street near the Golden Gates and Volodymyr
Street.”
Varvara Dibert - Genocide Survivor - from Congressional testimony
presented before the United States Ukraine Famine Commission in
Washington, DC, October 8, 1986.
“The spring of 1933 was the most horrible and tragic moment in the history of
the Ukrainian people. In th fall of 1932 and the early winter of 1933 the
Russian Communist government had taken away the entire grain crop and all
food produce from the Ukrainian farmers in order to bring them into
submission and obedient servitude in the collective farms.
In the collective farms of my native district, which numbered 672 people, 164
died that fatal spring of 1933. Actually this collective farm suffered little
compared with all the surrounding places, for to induce the farmers to remain
there, they were given 300 grams of bread per person baked from all kinds
of chaff and some liquid concoction cooked from refuse. But there were
villages and hamlets where not a single person remained alive. For instance,
in the large village of Chemychyna, in Neforoshchanske County, which
stretched for two and a half miles, though I do not recall it’s population, and
the hamlet Rybky, of the Sukho-Mayachka village administration, where 60%
of the population died.
Here is another of the many incidents of the famine:
In my native village, there was a stallion kept for breeding mares. He was
well fed, receiving 13 pounds of oats daily, but for some unknown reason, he
suddenly died. This happened at the end of May 1933. This district
administration forbid the stallion to be buried, until a special commission
arrived and held an inquest.
The dead stallion lay in the open for three days and began to decay. A
guard was appointed to shield it from the starving people who would have
eaten the meat. On the fourth day the commission arrived and, having
completed the investigation, ordered the stallion to be buried.
No sooner was that done and the commission gone, then like an avalanche,
the people descended on the dead, decaying stallion and, in an instant,
nothing was left of him. Violent arguments ensued, because some had
grabbed more than their share.
A spectacle I shall never forget was when a 16 year old boy who, beside his
stepmother, was the only survivor in the family, and swollen from starvation,
crawled up to the place where the dead stallion had been and finding a hoof,
snatched it in both hands and gnawed at it furiously. The boy was never
seen again, and rumors circulated, that he had been eaten by his
stepmother.
It was forbidden for people to leave their villages. GPU* guards blocked all
roads and railways. Any food that farmers happened to be carrying was
taken away from them. For picking a stray head of wheat or a frozen potato
or beet left behind in the field, a person was sentenced to ten years in prison
or concentration camp, according to the ruling passed by the government
August 7, 1932.
Thousands of corpses littered the streets, byways and buildings. Deaths
occurred at such a rate that the government could not keep up with burying
the corpses.
During all this time there was not the slightest sign of any famine in the
neighboring Russian territory. The Soviet press never mentioned the famine
in Ukraine but on the contrary, (even) printed misleading propaganda about
“flowering Ukraine” and her great achievements in industry and
collectivization.
To cover up its bloody crime, the Soviet government warned all doctors not
to state true cause of death on death certificates. Instead, they stated a
prevalent digestive ailment was the cause.”
*GPU = Soviet secret police
Polikarp Kybkalo - Genocide Survivor testimony presented before the
United States Ukraine Famine Commission in Washington, DC on October 8,
1986
In 1931, I was ten years old, and I remember well what happened in my native
village in the Kyiv region. In the spring of that year, we had virtually no seed.
The Communists had taken all the grain, and although they saw that we
were weak and hungry, they came and searched for more grain. My mother
had stashed away some corn that had already sprouted, but they found that,
too, and took it. What we did manage to sow, the starving people pulled up
out of the ground and ate.
In the villages and on the collective farms (our village had two collectives), a
lot of land lay fallow, because people had nothing to sow, and there wasn’t
enough manpower to do the sowing. Most people couldn’t walk, and those
few who could, had no strength. When, at harvest time, there weren’t
enough local people to harvest the grain, others were sent in to help on the
collectives. These people spoke Russian, and they were given provisions.
After the harvest, the villages tried to go out in the field to look for a few
gleanings of wheat or cabbage, and the Communists would arrest them and
shoot them or send them to Siberia. My aunt, Tatiana Rudenko, was taken
away. They said she had stolen the property of the collective farm.
That summer, the vegetables couldn’t even ripen. People pulled them out of
the ground, still green, and ate them. People ate leaves, nettles, milk thistle.
By autumn, no one had any chickens or cattle. Here and there, someone
had a few potatoes or beets. People coming from other villages, told the
very same story. They would travel all over trying to get food. They would
fall by the roadside, and none of us could do anything to help them. Before
the ground froze, they were just left lying there dead in the snow or, if they
died in the house, they were dragged out to the cattle- shed, and they would
lie there frozen until spring. There was no one to dig graves.
All the train stations were overflowing with starving, dying people. Everyone
wanted to go to Russia (the RSFSR) because it was said that there was no
famine there. Very few (of those left) returned. They all perished on the
way. They weren’t allowed into Russia and were turned back at the border.
Those who somehow managed to get to Russia, were able to save
themselves.
In February of 1933, there were so few children left that the schools were
closed. By this time, there wasn’t a cat, dog, or sparrow in the village. In that
month, my cousin Mykailo Rudenko died. A month later my aunt Nastia
Klymenko and her son, my cousin Ivan, died, as well as my classmate, Dokia
Klymenko. There was cannibalism in our village.
On my farmstead, an 18 year old boy, Danylo Hukhlib, died and his mother
and younger sisters and brothers cut him up and ate him. The Communists
came and took them away, and we never saw them again. People said they
took them a little ways of and shot them right away, the little ones and the
older ones, together.
At that time, I remember, I had heavy, swollen legs. My sister Tamara, had a
large swollen stomach, and her neck was long, and thin, like a bird’s neck.
People didn’t look like people. They were more like starving ghosts.
The ground thawed, and they began to take the dead to the ravine in ox
carts. The air was filled with the reeking odor of decomposing bodies. The
wind carried this odor far and wide. It was thus over all of Ukraine.”
Tatiana Pawlichka - Genocide Survivor testimony before the United States
Ukraine Famine Commission in Washington, DC on October 8, 1986.
The old Soviet communist party elite still reside and hold plenty of prime property in the Czech Republic that they scarfed up prior to their regime collapsing. The spa resort town of Karlovy Vary is a perfect example of this.
Those people are like dogs returning to eat their own puke.