Comrade Blogger.

Okay.
I'd like to address an issue that's been bugging me for far too long now.
A lot of people gets discredited for being in communist party before the revolution.
That's just stupid.
Post-communist countries in general are crazy about communism.
Communism was wrong and it didn't work (except for maybe a couple years on Cuba [maybe the actual problem is with stalinism, not with communism]), anyway even the worst regimes have bright sides. Fascist military is far superior to democratic. Communist social politics worked just fine. Minorities were treated just as they should be.
But I don't want to advocate communism.
What I really want to say is;
Some people just had to be in "the party".
It was not uncommon for a college-educated intellectual to end up working on minimal wage in a coal mine just because they refused to join the party.
Frankly, I know many good people who were in the party.
And a fair share of them protested in 89' during the revolution. These people would have lost EVERYTHING they ever had if the revolution failed.
Being a member of the communist party is, well, a bit shameful, but definitely not enough to make a person worthless to the society.

For many joining communist party was simply survival.
Live or die.
That simple.

My hero Mr. Weebl wishes you Merry Christmas.

That makes two of us.

Pro Visions

Christmas treats and jugs of beer.
I chug, I chug,
and my nerves bleed
and vision blurs and
visions multiply.

I envisioned bright lights
and tree and gifts and
pounding hearts and
carols singed without
a pride.

Your ears wouldn't feel cold
even if you were an elf.
And that's quite an achievement.
And the fireplace is cozy and it
burns like heaven.

Indeed we can feast!
Carp's a noble mudfish
and potato salad is not for pigs.
Unless we're pigs.
Bitter heavens, I wanna be a pig!

Spiraling Down

Vicious circle in 3D is even more vicious.
The gravity loves depths, and especially
the gravity of this situation.
Go ahead; ask me.
Is this a poem or just prose?
Are there thorns on that rose?
Yes.
And thus, we're one more line below.
Because when I write...
...every line is a circle.

Irresponsibility

A word used by those in power to describe those with different values.
Frankly, I am sick of hearing it over and over again.

Last several days I have been obsessed with an idea; a machine, where anyone would be able to "record" everything that happens to them on any day, including ideas, emotions, senses... And then anyone could load a day of a different person.
Simply, it would allow people to share fragments of their lives.

I wonder, what would happen?
Would we start hating each other, because even though we're largely ignorant of our own faults, we would never forgive others' faults?
Or would we finally understand each other?

Responsibility is a myth.
Moral code is personal and unique for everyone.
Success in fulfilling one's values does not give them any right whatsoever to impose these values on anyone else.

And one more thing.
I just found out about a great art project by Candy Chang.
She set up a studio in Las Vegas, where people could anonymously post wooden plaques with confessions.
I'd guess her project helped people more than a hundred psychologists in a lifetime.

http://candychang.com/confessions/