The Yuri Bezmenov Communist Infiltration and Indoctrination Reality Show 1972

“We cannot expect the Americans to jump from Capitalism to Communism, but we can assist their elected leaders in giving Americans small doses of socialism until they suddenly awake to find they have Communism.” Soviet Leader Nikita Khrushchev, 1959.

[Link to this vid of Yuri telling it like it was and is. Now it's much, much worse, sports.]

Now dig this. Here’s another essential piece of insight into our current predicament regards PC Left Liberalism, radical Marxist and Islamic treason, indoctrination and infiltration. It’s easy, via the closing down of empirical dissent and then the establishment of Islam and Marxist Murder Inc in a once free West. We’re on a freeway to our own security and cultural suicide, sports.

[Here's the Four Stages Of Islamic Infiltration too.]

Now this Yuri Bezmenov vid is 26 years old! And all of it has either come to pass or is well on the way. Time is a great method of sorting fact from fantasy and Yuri holds up entirely as the horrifying truth.

YOU ARE HERE.

The thing about EVERY non-idea absurdity as a serious and usually enforced PC proposal, is that you just have to wait long enough for any Left Liberal plan to be totally discredited. But by that time, they have a whole new pile of steaming and stinking abstractions entirely in the realm of the unprovable and inescapable. That’s what big government is for. A Logan’s Run for everyone…Continue reading on Colonel Robert Neville Always Dresses for Dinner >>

The Australian Greens and the Labor Party et al, long to … on Hugo Chavez

“Agitprop. [U] music, literature, or art that tried to persuade people that SOCIALIST ideas were good. 1970’s radical agitprop”. Longman’s Dictionary.

Hey, ya convinced me! For most every Left deary, it’s forever 1972, 1936 or some other limbo where the entire sum of existence is strained like baby food, through the gross immaturity of a student union crisis meeting that will apparently last forever. So dig the government supported mass agitprop festival, man! It’s the latest thing…in 1966.

That’s a painting of Marxist dictator and killer Chavez. The world’s number one fan of Che the child killer Guevara. Note the jaunty little Red Che beatnik cap?

On the wall is the names of Australian politicians, artists, [ha ha!] Marxist and other tax supported and doctrinaire twerps, all saying how much they simply dig Chavez, and want that dumb as doorknob and excitable blob totalitarian to come to Australia! No, really.

The photo is from the site of the very skilled, highly qualified and utterly talentless agitprop creep, and authentic totalitarian pervert killer fan, Than Van Rudd[!]

Better dead Than Rudd, is related to our own PM Kevin Rudd! I kid you not. With the aid of a fruitbox, Kev is roughly the same height!

Here are some neato anti-Chavez “No!” to Communism protests Google links.

How wide and deep is the infiltration, indoctrination and propaganda of Left Marxist critical theory bunk? It’s pretty much taken for granted and accepted in a lot of Australia, is it not? This includes the natural bedfellow of Sharia Creep. How profound do you want? It’s virtually a century old tradition, kid.

[Here's a classic from thepeoplescube with a classic Marxist drone email they received, from a boob who couldn't grasp that the cubes satirise Marxism! Good grief...]

Hey, the PM’s nephew, like totally thinks totalitarian Marxism is like, totally rad! So your gues is as good as mine.

Dig. This is Trocadero Art Space in Footscray. Unfortunately, several years ago I used to own a café five minutes walk from there. The owners of Trocadero Art Space were once apparently friends of ours, who my wife and I spent quite some time with. I doubt this will ever be so again and clearly, it was rather a waste of time.

There is oh soooooo much more to this miserable and disturbing story and I will try to deal with it over the next few posts. You know, how more and more, the largely subsidised arts and their cosy mutual fantasy world, is naturally stuffed with radical, treasonous misfits and amazing parasite bores with nothing natural, original or individual to say.

Or how the decades long Labour seat of Footscray Council was and is a parody in microcosm, of decadent urban Socialist and even well meaning, wanking and stupidity. But that will have to be another beyond belief post.

You will NOT believe the truffles I’ve seen!

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Colonel Neville exposed as a flawed human being by Mark “I was the son of a Communist!” Davis.

“Get out of my damn toilet!” Colonel Neville in a Tokyo bathroom. How do you think I met my wife?

[Warning. Long post ahead! Great Frank Caliendo vids at the end. Phew!]

Now’s here’s a funny thing. Apparently I have flaws and even make mistakes! No, please. Sit down. It’s true.

I didn’t believe it at first. I mean, who would have thought? Not me, fellah. But apparently if we can just “nuance” totalitarian fascist Marxist Communism, it’s gonna be wonderful. Er, no.

Curiously, while I do have limitations of judgement, I’ve not yet subscribed and cheered for any totalitarian ideology and over decades, while as Mark Steyn said “living in a fantasy life completely supported by the system I despise”. I never despised it!

And so far I’ve never hidden and lied about virtually everything and anything in order to be the elected President. Or have I?

Also I’ve never promoted my own mediocrity, incompetence and total lack of ability as a plus for the free world. Sure, I do like to kick cute puppies, but who doesn’t?

So dig. It may just be true that Frank Marshall Davis, the Communist beatnik pothead and jazz weirdo, who had semi-treasonous dreams and wrote semi-pervert novels and semi-sub-Kerouac beat poetry, [though not as sub as Kerouac himself did] may be one of the less hideous influences on Obama. Now think about that. Go figure?

Again, dig. Frank appeared to never suffer from any miserable and paranoid race grievance syndrome. Frank never threw farewell dinners for Islamist PLO pressmen anti-Semites. Frank made little money over his entire life. Frank didn’t read from cue cards. Frank didn’t lie about everything and get have a sycophantic and hagiographer MSM give him free blow jobs.

Frank was not messianically adored on a relentless, massive and bizarrely incurious level by more people than JFK, Ghandi, Hitler, Mao, Jesus and the Beatles combined and for no tangible or quantifiable reason whatsoever.

And most of all Frank never ran for President.

And the amazing thing is that personally, Frank may have been a blast to hang out with, even without the Colombian Gold. Where as to me, Barack Obama is a less than four year known presence…Continue reading on Colonel Robert Neville Always Dresses for Dinner >>