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10. Moosh corner

Quite invisible to us as you can see.

9. A Swedish lady writes

8. Reconquista

7. Yuri may have spoken or written it in 1983

… but the interview by G. Edward Griffin was in 1984. Tale in a nutshell was Yuri’s claim to be a defecting KGB man and he proceeded to dish the dirt. G.E.G. was John Birch Society but more along McCarthy, Sen. William Jenner lines … it’s a broad church. Not so sure about his choice of trousers but let’s move on.

Yuri B laid out the steps the KGB took in foreign countries, inc. befriending the high, fabian left, e.g. Humphries, various Kennedys, Hanoi Jane, Kelly, the Bushes … down to street level flower power kids and radicals such as Baader Meinhof, Ayers (Obama) and so on … Patty Hearst.

Bear in mind that as a university student, having been at a public school in the private sense, we were pretty much brainwashed and it was only once the indoctrination stopped, when I started my working life, that I started to think for myself, rather than regurgitate narrative and sing the songs of protest.

I still agree with much of the protest of that time against the LBJs, CIA etc. but now I’m thinking it’s more nuanced … yet we’re called “far right” … weird. Anyway, Yuri escaped the CCCP via India, dressed as a hippy and the result was his take on “demoralisation” of a western nation via clear steps, over many decades, even over a century.

We can date that from Marx if we like but a teacher might date it from the Wundtian Lincoln School of the 1890s or Summerhill over here in the 20s. Pankhurst and the feminazis were in the mix, p,us WW1, plus the moral degradation of the 20s in the west, the 30s Depression and so on.

In the final stages of demoralisation, said Yuri, this happens:

Time to throw this one in, methinks:

… and this:

…and this:

But regulars here already know all this.

6. One from Quora, from a Rebecca C

A man is in bed, there’s a knock on the door downstairs.

He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it’s 3 AM.

“I’m not getting out of bed at this time”, he thinks, and rolls over.

Then, a louder knock follows.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” says his wife.

So he drags himself out of bed, and goes downstairs.

He opens the door and there is a man standing at the door.

It didn’t take the homeowner long to realize the man was drunk.

“Hi there,” slurs the stranger, “can you give me a push?”

“No, get lost, it’s 3 AM. I was in bed,” says the man and slams the door.

He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened and she says, “Dave, that wasn’t very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby-sitter and you had to knock on that man’s house to get us started again? What would have happened if he’d told us to get lost?”

“But the guy was drunk.” says the husband.

“It doesn’t matter.” says the wife.

“He needs our help and it would be the Christian thing to help him.”

So the husband gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs.

He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts, “Hey, do you still want a push?” and he hears a voice cry out “Yeah please.”

So, still being unable to see the stranger he shouts, “Where are you?”

And the stranger replies: “I’m over here, on your swing.”