Korean Pep-Talk

이정훈 교수, 나는 어떻게 기독교를 핍박하던 불자에서 그리스도인이 되었는가

 

Here’s some fun for my seething multitudes of readers who are passionately interested in the subtle differences and nuanced distinctions between Gramscian Socialism, Hybrid Leninism, cultural Maoism, the upheavals of 1968 (East and  West) and how they pertain to the glorious Gospel of Jesus Christ.

I’m working on the English subtitles. Be patient. Meanwhile, eat some Kimchee.

Hey YOU (with the Lenin Tattoo) !

Communist Party!Dedicated to the agitators of Oregon.
We all want you to secede, baby !

Let it BURN while you feel the TRUMP.
(I hope Soros pays you well for your efforts).

Here’s some one-man backlash
to the whacked-out blacklight
of the whitelash blackout.
So don’t try to whitewash the knockout, blockheads.

PS: Good luck smashing capitalism along with other peoples windows and heads.
You have caused me to replay one of my greatest ConnectHook hits.

Militant Marxist Farts

Yet digged the mole, and lest his ways be found,
Worked under ground…        (Henry Vaughn)

Hammer and sickle

Angry young militant Marxist Farts
who riot on, in fits and starts
about class war and revolution
(demonstrably a failed solution)
rather than pitied should be scorned;
their websites tapped, subscribers warned.

Such talk begins as plodding fodder
dull as lead—yet even odder:
people read this wretched dreck!
Patriots need to hold in check
their pawn-shop plans to topple kings
they talk a good game, till it brings
armed madness, rage, the peasant wars
thugs and riff-raff looting stores,
death-camps, purges, civil chaos
union dues, returned to pay us
bloody end to a treacherous story—
guns for butter and guts for glory.
Mao’s red flowers, Trotsky’s pick
Stalin’s bearhug—lies as thick
as honey dripping on a corpse.
Centralized control that warps
a free man’s mind. And yet they find
their audience loaded, pumped and primed.
In spite of numberless essays
the true believer bucks and brays
hee-hawing on, in Maoist jargon,
urging buyers to the bargain:
shining paths that lead to graveyards
strewn with texts by Marxist blowhards.
Endless screeds by tenured traitors :
dialectic masturbators…The Red Wedge
Marxist dullness has its edge.
Boring—yes, but forms a wedge
to split the status quo in factions
gaining time to plan their actions.
Arm in arms; so sad it tickles—
hammering plowshares into sickles
battering bewildered readers
(propagandized bottom-feeders).
Red conjecture never softens
pounded in like nails in coffins
though their pipe-dreams burn away
when exposed by light of day.

Communist theory rings the blows
to forge the chains. The movement grows.
It’s lengthened, strengthened, link by link
ensnaring those who’re prone to think
they know what’s best for rank and file,
propagandizing all the while.
Agitating Marxist praxis

forms their struggle’s central axis.
Starry-eyed, they sing the anthem

plotting mayhem. Yes, I grant them
zeal, devotion, earnest madness…
but their ends begin in badness.
Brooding hate is their only god,
biding time to shoot their wad.
Nip such notions in the bud
before they blossom into blood.
Point them out for what they are:
faceless dupes of future war.
Worst of all: they’re as predictable
as their theories are inflictable.
Gaze into the hole of history
comprehend the tragic mystery…

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Boring Old Militant Marxist Farts

Communist Party!

Yet digged the mole, and lest his ways be found,
Worked under ground…        (Henry Vaughn)

Boring old militant Marxist Farts
who blather on, in fits and starts
about class war and revolution
(demonstrably a failed solution)
rather than pitied should be scorned;
their websites tapped, subscribers warned.
Such talk begins as plodding fodder
dull as lead—yet even odder:
people read this wretched dreck!
History ought to hold in check
their pawn-shop plans to topple kings
they talk a good game—till it brings
armed madness, rage, the peasant wars
thugs and riff-raff looting stores,
death-camps, purges, civil chaos
union dues, returned to pay us
bloody end to a treacherous story—
guns for butter and guts for glory.
Mao’s red flowers, Trotsky’s pick
Stalin’s bear-hug: lies as thick
as honey dripping on a corpse.
Centralized control that warps
a free man’s mind. And yet they find
their audience loaded, pumped and primed.
In spite of numberless essays
the true believer bucks and brays
hee-hawing on, in Maoist jargon,
urging buyers to the bargain:
shining paths that lead to graveyards
strewn with texts by Marxist blowhards.
Endless screeds by tenured traitors;
dialectic masturbators . . .The Red Wedge
Marxist dullness has its edge.
Boring—yes, but forms a wedge
to split the status quo in factions
gaining time to plan their actions.
Arm in arms; so sad it tickles,
hammering plowshares into sickles
battering bewildered readers
(propagandized bottom-feeders).
Red conjecture never softens
pounded in like nails in coffins,
though their pipe-dreams burn away
when exposed by light of day.
Communist theory rings the blows
to forge the chains. The movement grows.
It’s lengthened, strengthened, link by link
ensnaring those who’re prone to think
they know what’s best for rank and file,
propagandizing all the while.
Agitating Marxist praxisHammer and sickle

forms their struggle’s central axis.
Starry-eyed, they sing the anthem
plotting mayhem. Yes, I grant them
zeal, devotion, earnest madness . . .
but their ends begin in badness.
Brooding hate: their only god,
biding time to shoot their wad.
Nip their notions in the bud
before they blossom into blood.
Point them out for what they are:
faceless scribes of future war.
Worst of all: they’re as predictable
as their theories are inflictable.
Gaze into the hole of history
comprehend the tragic mystery.

keep-calm-and-sendero-luminoso-3

Dialectical Ditties & Diabolic Dithyrambs

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Dear disconnected Comrades and poetic Proletarians in the People’s Glorious Struggle
for lyrical supremacy:

An urgent message to my  radicalized readers (all 7 of you) regarding the inevitable triumph of the masses under the vanguard leadership of my wise and benevolently dictatorial SELF.

Ahem..

Reactionaries, spies and counterrevolutionary subversives have crept into this blog in a failed attempt to mislead the masses and weaken our solidarity in the conflict. Do NOT heed the coming posts filled with so-called “POETRY” . Such filthy, unpatriotic and bourgeois treachery is clearly nothing more than treasonous versification, and displays a willful lack of understanding concerning the inevitable dialectical process of history’s final culmination in a society of pure Marxism/Leninism. Do not be dissuaded from your noble work, my brothers and sisters, as we labor diligently to bring SOCIAL JUSTICE and PEACE, by force if necessary, to those backwards elements who will not join with us. Such regressive tendencies will require reeducation.

Do NOT, I repeat (put that bottle down please Natasha, not right now, dear…)
do NOT
read any of the upcoming poems which would attempt to dissuade us from our historical imperative to establish a society worthy of the New Socialist Man and Woman.

MAD for CHE better 2                      Thesis + Antithesis = Sinthesis