Everyone who would like to know Barrack Hussein Obama better, and we all should, including his supporters (but, they won’t bother) must set aside time to listen to today’s first hour Prager radio broadcast. He examined item by item the sugar speaking of our 44th President from Prague, Czech Replublic. Barry is for peace, elimination of nuclear weapons, and assured, falsely, that tiny nations such as the Czech Republic had much to do with bringing down the Iron Curtain.. It must be noted immediately that the term, “Iron Curtain” was not in the President’s vocabulary. By his countless speeches over the past year, I truly believe he doesn’t know what it was. He is never at a loss for words and often stutters heartily until something waves across his brow without teleprompter assistance. In this case based upon this trip’s speeches to European populations, he might claim the Iron Curtain was a military barrier the United State wrapped around the Soviet Union during the Bush administration.
Our graduate student President referred to the “Prague Spring” as an example of the “victory” tiny countries may crow about when they gather around government buildings of dictatorships and shout “Peace Now”, or “Make Love, Not War”.
Our 44th President had a selective graduate school education. Reality was deleted. His speech writers either failed to remind him of certain essential developments, or he decided the developments didn’t fit his romance.
He must never have come across the names of Imre Nagy, or Alexander Dubcek in telling his fairy tales. This graduate student President is, after all, himself, a fairy tale . The ideal Fuherer for the lonely heart American female, and other modern university educated Americans who wear pants: those who have religious faith in the Obamaspeak, “It’s not the facts that add up to Truth, it’s what is felt to be true that adds up to Truth.”…The Most Holy Tenet of the Left.
What does this charlatan of a man, Barrack Hussein Obama think the Soviets of Stalin’s USSR at anytime, or Breshnev’s USSR of 1968 or the Russkies of 1953 in Poland or of 1956 in Hungary would have done if a ten year old girl walked out in front of any Soviet tanks invading these neighbors offering roses of “peace”? The messages of those Soviet tanks were clear to all in the tanks’ path. No one would dare. These were the days before Islamist suicide “peace lovers” looking for pleasures with 72 virgins in heaven fighting against American imperialism. No one officially believed in heaven in the Communist world, my dear President Obama! Or didn’t you study that night? Perhaps you preferred the Howard Zin “People’s History”?
In 1956 the Iron Curtain country of Hungary attempted to exercise a small candlelight of free expression outside the tyranny of Soviet Russia. The rebellious Communist, but a Hungarian “first and last” citizen, encouraged by rumors of possible American assistance, took a public stand against this oppresive police state. Thousands shouted, “Freedom for Hungary”. Soviet tanks rumbled toward Budapest, but the Soviets agreed to ‘negotiate” and agreed to meet Mr. Nagy. Talks were brief. Mr. Nagy was murdered. Communist tyranny continued.
“Negotiations Please” Obama is into negotiations. That’s the ticket…We’ll talk. Let’s all admit. The graduate student, charlatan of a man, can talk and talk and talk.
It was an old Communist trick during the 1930’s when Stalinists were trying to take over a number of American labor unions. The meetings would start at 7PM. There would be talk, amendments, proposals, talk, amendments, proposals, speeches until all the honest workers would tire and go home. All meaningful resolutions and policies were decided by the Communists who had delayed the whole process in the first place. Union officers would be elected at 2AM with only the remaining Communists voting. Maybe Obama learned the trick from his instructor, community organizer Sol Alinsky?
Obama pontificated on the glory of the “Prague Spring”…Indeed, there was great courage displayed by the Czechs involved in their heroic acts of 1968. (Acts never mentioned, I am certain, by any of Obama’s left wing social science intructors at Harvard or anywhere else).
Communist dictatorships were run in those days by Communist Party Secretaries. The hero of the Prague Spring was Alexander Dubcek, the Secretary who replaced an unpopular hard liner, Anton Novotny in January 1968. I believe he was a Slovak. I was in the Soviet Union in 1966, this time in Sochi on the east coast of the Black Sea. I had just arrived early afternoon, checked into a very modest hotel and walked out onto the beach.
There was a Chevrolet-like car sitting on the beach with only a woman sitting on the passenger’s side of the front seat. About 15 guys were testing various parts of the vehicle, push down on the bumper to check the bounce, examining the tires, and were trying to figure out how to open the hood…Many were debating the origin of the car…German? no…English? French and Italian were also offered, but American was not yet on their tongues. I owned a 54 Chev so I knew what it was..Besides Chevrolet was clearly written across the lower part of the grill. It had a slightly different style to it, so I guessed it was made in Germany.
The gal inside seemed worried. Her window was partly open. I asked her quietly if she spoke any Russian? English?…”A little English”. She was Belgian. Her husband had left about 30 minutes earlier to buy something. She asked what the boys were doing to the car. I told her I thought they were wondering where it came from. They didn’t seem to be ruffians at all. She seemed relieved. I told her I’d talk to them.
I returned to the debate. By this time one of the participants insisted the car was American. I very assertively agreed. I admitted I didn’t know much about cars, but I owned one like this. It’s a Chevrolet, an American car probably made in Europe. Even at this point no one suggested I was even foreign. They would argue about the cylinders, the steering, the horse power.. I barely understood the vocabulary, so I passed. They continued to argue about its origin. Finally, I simply told them..”This is a Chevrolet. You see on the front? It says ‘Chevrolet’. It’s made by an American company, General Motors. No, it is not the top of the line. General Motors also makes Oldsmobile, Pontiac, Buick and the ritziest of all, the Cadillac.”
“Is this a Cadillac?”
“No. Come on over to the front. You see, it’s written here, C H E V R O L E T. Chevrolet!” Then there was silence. It seemed like it went on and on. I know I was smiling. I was anticipating the next question..I was wearing Russian clothing..white shirt, baggy black pants, black shoes..all purchased in the USSR, and wore no watch or anything else that might give me away. If I looked or acted foreign we would never have had a discussion. My conversational Russian at that time was excellent and I had a classic pure Russian pronunciation. Think Henry Higgins as my teacher.
And the question finally came, and rather aggressively. “How come you know so much about this car. How come you know it’s American?”
“Well, as I said before, I own one like it, but it is much older. I am an American.” I’m here just visiting.” Stunned…Silence. No more bouncing the car.. No more examining anything except me. “These folks are from Belgium”, I offered. The quiet continued. No one left. Whereever I had gone during my visit to the USSR in the summer of 1966 no one I met had ever actually seen a live American, much less one who could speak Russian. This crowd was no different.
“Say something in American”, someone popped up, breaking the spell.
“What would you like me to say?” I quipped in “American”. And then the barrage of questions began. “What are you here for? Who are you with? You from California? Have you been there? How much did your car cost? Married? Kids? Do you own your own home? How come you know Russian? What’s your name? Are you in the military? How did you get here?” The questions went on and on. The crowd grew and grew, until I could no longer see anything but these wonderful Slavic faces. Somewhere along the line a guy asked a question never before asked me, “Are you happy?” I turned toward him quite puzzled. “I mean, living in America.”
“Yes, very much so. It’s an easy country to be happy in.”
He followed with. “Yes, you seem happy.”
I was now causing a scene. Any group over four in discussion might be seen by any number of levels of military authority, as causing a scene. First, the provocateurs who would try to humiliate verbally, the cause of the scene followed by an armed militia or armed police, and so on up the level of military power. I had had some experience with these lower levels of crowd control at the river beach at Kiev a month or so earlier. Here, in Sochi, ten or twelve roughnecks approached and intimidated everyone by shouting and bumping and pushing. I knew Q and A was over for the night.
The next day mid morning I wandered over to the Beryoska shop. Soviet citizens, except for Communist Party members, could not shop at these stylish strores. They were designed to cater only to foreigners to gather as much reliable foreign currency as possible. The ruble was nearly worthless in world trade. Whereas goods were scarce in Soviet run stores, the shelves at the Beryoska shops were filled with most things needed, rare, stylish and attractive.
Upon entering I was stopped by a middle aged couple. They asked if I were in Sochi for the math conference. They asked a few questions about where I was staying and why and how long I was staying in Sochi. Then they asked, “Do you know you’re being followed?” I answered them truthfully that I had been followed in other places, but that I had just arrive yesterday. The couple had been in the crowd the previous evening when the militia broke it up. They were Slovak from Bratislava in the eastern part of Czechoslovakia. They were married and both were mathematicians attending a People’s Republic Math Congress being held in Sochi. They seemed very concerned for me. When they found out I was an American citizen, they said they didn’t think I’d be touched. Then they discussed matters at home in Czechoslovakia. They were worried. Young people were changing. They had been causing trouble. So many had been arrested and held. “These youths taunt the police. They don’t know how mean these people can be!” the wife claimed. Her husband slyly positioned me to see the guy following me. “We saw him follow you last night when you went with those people to the bar.” Which I had done having been invited for wine by two Georgian couples who admired my Russian. Little did I know that less than two years later tanks would be attacking Prague smashing the efforts of reformer Alexander Dubcek. The Soviets didn’t kill him. They made him clean windows in public for the rest of his “productive” life as a public reminder of Democracy in the Czech Socialist State. Mr. Dubcek cleaned them with pride. But the Communist police state returned to its normal brutality.
Dennis Prager worries about Obama’s left wing naievete about many, many things. All Americans should worry if this charlatan of a man (my description, not Dennis’s yet) indeed turns to the United Nations for world leadership, “The moral cesspool of the world”. Dennis’ words, but I concur.