...In the 'play'of 1988,I charted a twisted and bent path for the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe which has revived long-forgotten antagonisms, but why?
Why was I so bold in my 'prophetic' utterances?
It was clear that the Russians, particularly Gorbachev,had "swallowed Western propaganda hook,line and sinker" and been enchanted by sweet pleasantries from "a bottled blond" (Der Spielplan,July-August 1988).The eventual outcome of my timely intervention was that the Americans very quickly realised that I was no friend of theirs. Even the FSB and SVR realised,they and the Chinese and British,that I was a true friend but one whose audacity brought about not only far-reaching but temporary and transient developments.
In July-August 1988,finding my way cautiously but precipitously through a fog of ideas,I claimed adroitly that,for my own part,"I feel like the German captain who got into the grain elevator at Stalingrad and declared Germany had won the war".That was the theme taken up by a Japanese halfwit who put pen to paper and wrote fanciful prose titled The End of History.
Little did my Communist or republican friends and 'enemies' know that I am a democrat but see only too well the incongruities and bizarre outcomes it brings.
A king has no need of either republicans or Communists of any stripe. Get lost,I now say to both sets of calling-birds. I say so because Communists and republicans have nothing to show for their activities except death and destruction. The same goes for all armed gangs set up by the US Government and Stalin regardless of how they categorise myself or other people.
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