I was twelve when the Berlin Wall fell.
Memory is at best emboldening, at worst paralyzing, lost to the looking glass at the end. Some things are held on to more firmly than others. At twelve I had an inkling of the importance of the fall of the Berlin Wall. It became a fixed point.
Listening to the Soviet National Anthem performed well I'm struck by something I don't even have a word for - "nostalgia for an opponent I respected even though I wasn't alive to ever meet him". Perhaps the Germans can help.
Listen to the recording by finding the link on the bottom of the top right box labeled "Music Sample". Reflect on the difference between the Soviets and the hairy bastards we're set against presently.
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Communism is one outcome of drug-induced idolatry of nature ("the land").
ReplyDeleteAgainst this idolatry is set the Word, Genesis 1:28.
The genius, or better animus, of Van Jones was to unite in common cause the several votaries of the idolatry of nature. But he self-selected to a non-rampant position. That is comparable to Communists pulling down the Berlin Wall.