The Soviet Union-Putin-Russia

by Jack Suss aka WymanWicket.com/buy

As a child I recall hearing about the Communist Revolution of 1917. I remember seeing pictures in my “history” book of armed Bolsheviks running willy-nilly in the streets. Names such as Marx and Lenin and Stalin were mentioned as being terrible atheists who hated Christianity and persecuted the Orthodox Russian people. On our home turf, Sen. Joe McCarthy was depicted as a kind of scary “Grand Inquisitor.”

I next remember the name “Khrushchev,” a seeming madman banging his shoe on a podium at the U.N. and crying out, “I will bury you” (in Russian of course). And he seemed strangely out of place, even wacko, when mirrored against Kennedy.

When I was 13-years old I remember filling out an application for a job in a bowling alley. One question asked, “Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party?” I had to ask my father about that one and he just sort of chuckled. Scratching my head, I, of course, checked “No.” I also remember hearing about the Soviets’ stupid propaganda newspapers, Pravda and Izvestia, and I wondered how the Soviet people could be so naïve as to believe what those rags touted.

In high school, Mick Jagger sang, “I killed the Tsar and his ministers…Anastasia screamed in vain…” Though I didn’t “get it” then, the subliminal message by the late ‘60s was “revolution is cool.” I was marching in protest demonstrations then.

From high school and beyond, a rogues gallery of names came and went: mostly it was Brezhnev, then a ghostly face known as “Kosygin,” followed by a string of short-lived leaders—Andropov, Chernenko, Gromyko, Ustinov… They all seemed like knock-offs of the cartoon character “Boris Badenov.”

These doddering dinosaurs were followed eventually by a drunken clown named Boris Yeltsin who was preceded by a sly fox named Gorbachev. As the Berlin wall was coming down, I was training to be a JAGC officer. From thence onward, my life was mostly a tapestry of organized confusion.

It wasn’t until I was 60-years old that I started to get a handle on what it all meant and where it was all going. When the “walls came tumbling down,” it seemed that we had won WWIII, the Great Economic/Propaganda War. Yet what seemed like a victory was really a “defrosted cold war”; an intensification of our already infiltrated government, education, corporate, industry, social, and religious institutions. Communism, which seemed so backward, so anachronistic, came flowing outward in the form of “cultural Marxism.” In short-order it was becoming evident that We had become the enemy; we had become them.

Enter Putin. Once an intrepid agent in the dreaded KGB, Vladimir Putin became the face of the new “Russia”—reborn anew from the chaos of its Soviet holocaust era; from 70+ years of radical leftist thuggery imposed upon a valiant and rugged populace who had somehow survived insane depredations—the endless, Satanic nightmare of total distrust, 24/7 surveillance, brutal intimidation, suppression, oppression, death, or a spiritual death sentence of being whisked away to Siberian Gulag work camps and without a safe harbor of a priest class that might have brought some degree of comfort.

I noticed that Mr. Putin got good press in the USA (as had Gorbachev before him). He has generally been depicted in the press as athletic, as an outdoorsman, as being circumspect and sensible, yet decisive. His countenance is not particularly frightening and is, in fact, actually somewhat reassuring

There was even a sort of “rebirthing of Anastasia” as a Siberian forest mystic. (See, Megre, V. (2005). Anastasia. (The Ringing Cedars Series, Eight vols., Sharashkin, L., Ed.; Woodsworth, J. Trans.) Columbia, Missouri: Ringing Cedars Press).  This book series caught the imagination of many, me included. The author of this series was an ardent Putin supporter. Was this real or a psy-op?

Probably the most strikingly civilized aspect of the man was his seeming Christian faith, as he poured himself into resurrecting the Orthodox Church across the newly minted version of old Russia. There are many scenes of Mr. Putin posing with the Russian religious, even Jewish leaders.

But there is a dilemma, and here’s the crux of it: a nation that has perfected the art of deception, deconstruction, dissembly, dissociation, media manipulation and propagandistic mind control, psychological disruption and derangement, infiltration and subterfuge, institutionalized evil, amorality, just plain godlessness, lying, cheating, stealing and murdering—how can that nation have any credibility left?

Ah, but there is a qualifier: those horrors just listed above are not confined to the Soviet Union; they are endemic to any despotic government apparatus. And despite the nomenclature—monarchy, democracy, or republic—the responsible evil entity can be described as the Deep State, embedded within, borne of secret sects and societies, Illuminati agents. They exist in every nation and are responsible for the existence and perpetuation of all supra-national, globalist institutions.

But getting back to Putin… One thing we know for sure: he ain’t fat!

I recall reading an article in which Putin’s ex-wife claims that her ex-husband’s current manifestation is not the man to whom she was once married. This is not simply to say, “He’s changed.” She means that he has been cloned or some such thing—meaning, the person we see as Putin is actually a “bio-android replicant.” ç they’re everywhere, beware! They can be detected by examining the ears, the jaw line, or the eyes (that shift back and forth from human to reptilian). The stuff of fantasy sci-fi? Who knows what is possible in today’s techno-world? OK. So noted.

What’s aggravating and perplexing about the Russian leader is that he was once an apparatchik of the radical Soviet leftist thuggery state. Is he now in “redeemed form”? How can we know for sure? Can we ever trust such a fellow? Americans want to extend trust to those who appear to be sincere. Wasn’t it President Reagan who made the phrase “trust, but verify” a sort of slogan? (Actually, it seems the phrase was originally a Russian one, which adds to our confounded condition!)

With all the recent “muh Russia” hysteria by our own radical, lying leftist public figures—who even still try tagging Pres. Trump as a “Russian agent”—the waters of Russo-American relations have been hopelessly muddied. What we have been led to believe is that present-day Russia is not the former Soviet Union of Socialist Republics.

I have an old friend, half Russian, half Irish-English. He can even understand and speak Russian and he doesn’t trust Putin. He believes that Putin is only, in reality, a figurehead; that it is the Russian mafia who really run today’s Russia. That could be, I suppose.

I, for one, would like to believe that President Putin is on-the-level; that he’s a good guy. At the same time, the American in me knows that Russians haven’t exactly evolved from a long line of liberty-lovers. Their history shows the exact opposite: strong, often despotic leaders, have in fact almost always been in power there and her people, though tough and resilient, are essentially lemmings when it comes to their government (or is this something I was “mis-taught”?).

We are always hearing something off-color about Russia across the spectrum of “the news.” Therefore, unless you are a real insider, it is probably too difficult to know one way or the other ç and even if you are an “insider,” that old paranoia surfaces again to make even so-called “experts” suspect.

So, now that World War IV is underway—the new, improved cyber-variety—we better leave it all alone, stick with America’s rugged individualists, and fight for Trump. Basta!