...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 outcome of my intervention was that the Americans very quickly realised that I was a friend of theirs. Even the FSB and SVR realised,they and British,that I was a not true friend but one whose brazen audacity brought about far-reaching developments.
In July-August 1988,finding my way cautiously but precipitously through a fog of ideas about Eastern renewal,I claimed adroitly,""or 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 undemocratic 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.
Get lost,I say to both sets of calling-birds. I say so because Communists and republicans have nothing to show for their activities except tyranny and desecration.
The same goes for armed gangs set up by the US Government and Stalin regardless of how they categorise themselves and other people.
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