Hello Comrades

Hello friends of Communism! I hope to contribute to this community and have fun sharing articles, pics, and videos with like-minded independent thinkers.

After having read in the open areas of this forum for quite a while, I wanted to join and be a part of your community. I am a European in the mid twenties and looking forward to get in contact with marxist people from all over the world. In my country, it is hard to express positive feelings for communism, the benking elite and especially class issues. If you do, you are classified as a lunatic within seconds and isolated from society as an evil outsider. This affects not only your social life, but also your profession. To put it into simple words: I am sick of it!

The situation in my country is getting worse day by day, injustice and violence is increasing, old people get lost in this so called welfare system (but therefore millions of Euros are spend on banks), the quality of the school education is reaching a low level status more and more (children are lied to about history and present), openly talking about politics is only possible if you are taking capitalist views and the worst thing, the people seem to like all this. You see people looking in garbage bins for food, getting in short time jobs where they are exploited, right-wing populism seems to have become the new religion to some people, a life without alcohol (or at least reduced to a minimum) is for many not imaginable, drugs become more famous (of course, if every street corner in the bigger cities has its own drug dealer) and so on.
This all may sound as I am polemizing, but for a lot of people here, this already has become the truth/reality.

My intention to register here on Soviet Empire is to getting to know likeminded people who understand my anger and fear and who share the same love and passion for marxism, their people and their society. We need to unite all over the world to share experiences, views and keep together against the enemies who want to destroy all our ancestors have fought and died for. The future of our children is worth to take all the effort we can!

I hope you do not mind me making some mistakes by writing English; I am not a native speaker so it might not be perfect. But I do my best!

Welcome to Soviet Empire!

Are you a former Ossi?

Don't worry about your English, there are plenty of people from all over the world here.

Welcome to the board. Unfortunately there's a general emptiness around this board now, so I hope you won't be too disappointed by the lack of activity.

You can usually find a comrade or two in Cafe Mir though.

Welcome comrade welcome!

OnFire wrote:

In my country, it is hard to express positive feelings for communism...

I understand you comrade. I used to live in a country where decommunization is now taking place. Many of my favourite parks and monuments that represented the many great aspects and heroes of our socialist cause have either been destroyed or renamed. They're even trying now to rename entire cities that were built on the backs of socialist labour.

We should remain strong regardless, just remember the sacrifices and the immense hardships that many of our comrades had to overcome during the Russian civil war, the Great Patriotic War, the Chinese civil war, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, and all the other countless conflicts.

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...the banking elite and especially class issues.

For the entirety of my adult life, I've had an intense dislike towards bankers. Two years ago I had a meeting with a wealthy bank manager; after having concluded the meeting, shaking his hand and walking out of his office, I went into the toilet-room and washed my hands twice. True story.

Never in my life have I been cheated over by anyone as much as by bankers and it continues to this day. I've worked with bankers in at least six different countries on four continents and they're all the same bunch of spineless bastards.

Give a criminal a gun and he'll rob a bank. Give a criminal a bank and he'll rob the world.

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We need to unite all over the world to share experiences, views and keep together against the enemies who want to destroy all our ancestors have fought and died for. The future of our children is worth to take all the effort we can!

Well said comrade.

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I hope you do not mind me making some mistakes by writing English; I am not a native speaker so it might not be perfect. But I do my best!

Don't worry about that comrade, you speak well.

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If you do, you are classified as a lunatic within seconds and isolated from society as an evil outsider.

Once again I sympathise and I recommend you read Kahlil Gibran's The Madman. It is one of the greatest literary pieces of the twentieth century. It is very short and is written in the simplest English; but has also been translated into every major European language.

Kahlil Gibran wrote:

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all worldglory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be levelled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.

Kahlil Gibran wrote:

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear -- a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.
The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do -- for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.
When thou sayest, "The wind bloweth eastward," I say, "Aye, it doth blow eastward"; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.
Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars -- and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.
When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell -- even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion" -- for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.
Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laugh at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.
My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect -- and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.
My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.

Even though his writing style was a direct polar opposite, our beloved Mayakovsky also comes to mind.

Vladimir Mayakovsky wrote:

THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING

Entering a hairdresser's, I calmly said:
"Please, be good enough to comb my ears."
The slick barber bristled at once,
his face growing long as a pair.
"Crazy man!"
"Fool!"
Words leapt about.
Abuse flew from squeak to squeal,
and for a l-o-o-ong time
someone's head giggled,
jerked out of the crowd like an old radish.

Thank you comrades for your warm welcome!

Yes I was born in the former GDR near the border to the capitalist regime, which sadly annexed our great socialist nation not long after my birth. When I talk with my parents, they never say a bad thing about socialism. Everybody had safe and good jobs, were not exploited and had not to worry about the rent or their pension. Now in the so called free west, all the workers are being exploited by the government and only money is worshipped, not the human individual.

I am a member of the Left Party (Die Linke) and am active in its communist platform, as I think that Marxism is the way of the future and want to learn more about it and how it can implemented in a capitalist society.

Comrade. Greetings from China.

I'm really pleased to hear your thoughts and hopes OnFire.

I agree wholeheartedly!

@Yeqon: Thank you for opening my awareness to Kahlil Gibran.

omnimercurial wrote:

@Yeqon: Thank you for opening my awareness to Kahlil Gibran.

I'm glad you liked it. He's good. He took inspiration from the works of William Blake but I prefer Gibran's writings more, while on the other hand I think Blake's paintings were better.

His work is emotionally uplifting and very deep.

Gibran is the third best-selling poet of all time, behind Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu.

I've been to to his family's house where he was born. Some of the pottery in that one roomed house are still standing untouched.

In the Gibran museum his original paintings are all spread out through a very long tunnel that had been carved into a mountain side. You walk the tunnel looking at his paintings and in the middle you reach a water sprout from within the mountain where you can refresh yourself. At the end of the tunnel is his final resting place, where his original furniture including the desk he wrote his poems on and the easel upon which he painted his canvases are on display. At last his coffin lies there with the words he requested be written on his grave:

"Comrade, I am alive. I am standing beside you right now. If you wish to see me just close your eyes and look around, and I will be there in front of you."