"A Wonderful Socialist Life" Part 1

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First, let's make something clear, since I can already hear you whining "But...but...you are
talking about life in a communist country, we don't want communism, socialism is
different!"
Yes it is, you little snowflakes. Communism is the final goal in the Marxist philosophy.
In communism all people are equal, one works to the best of his ability and it is provided
with subsistence goods in accordance to what the State says the person needs. There is no
need for money, no salaries, no banks, no financial system. That is communism.
No socialist country in the world has ever achieved the predicted final stage, that of
communism. Not USSR, not Cuba, not Romania, Poland, Bulgaria, China or North Korea.
All these countries were (and some still are) SOCIALIST.
They still use money, people get salaries, private
property still exists to an extent or another (for example in Socialist Romania you could
buy your own home or a small parcel of land, grow food and take it to the farmers market
although the price you could sell it for was regulated, thus discouraging private
producers).
IN CONCLUSION: there were never real communist countries anywhere in the world.
They were all socialist. They all had socialist economies and they were ruled
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their Party were called communist
About the other claim, that socialism isn't the same with democratic socialism, the kind of
kinder, gentler strain of Bernie socialism the millenials are so enamored of. The only
difference between the two is how much political power each has at a given moment.
When Democratic-Socialists achieve enough political and military power they invariably
become full blown socialists. Last case in point, Venezuela. Democrat-Socialists under
Hugo Chavez first won democratic elections. At first they pledged to respect political
plurality, free
press and protect private property, just like our friend Bernie promises. Everything was
tolerable for a couple of years. Then little by little Chavez started nationalizing industry
after industry, started persecutions against free speech, shut down opposition TV and
newspapers
rigged elections, used military and police force against the opposition, declared himself
President for life and generally speaking ruined one of the most prosperous Latin
American countries transforming it in a shithole under the thunderous applause of brain
dead American
liberals like Sean Penn, Danny Glover as well as other imbeciles enrolled in public colleges
across the US.
Maduro, the present socialist dictator of Venezuela is just continuing the destruction and
he'll probably pay for it with his life, like Ceausescu did in 1989
In conclusion: socialist-democrats are just ordinary socialists who didn't confiscated all
guns (so they are still afraid of us free citizens) and didn't managed to grab all the political
power. Yet.
Now that all of this is cleared, let's see how beautiful life is in socialism
The Queue - trademark of socialism. One had to wait in line hours, sometime even days,
and quite often without even knowing for what. People were just lining up, hoping for any
kind of food or other necessities delivery the store. You could hire a person to stand for
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Usually working age people who couldn't skip work sent their elderly retired parents to
stay in line. If parents were in another city or they were dead or incapacitated, you could
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What were people waiting in line for? Practically anything. Bread; chicken feet (AKA
Adidas); pig heads (AKA computers); rarely whole chicken with a questionable smell and
color and was available (AKA roadkill), potatoes, onion and any other kind of vegetables
you may think of
sugar, cooking oil, milk, butter, eggs, flour, rice...you name it. And don't imagine people
were staying in line for hours to buy all of the above in one single swoop. No, the stores
were completely EMPTY, today the delivery truck was bringing chicken feet, you were
waiting in
line 5 hours for chicken feet. Tomorrow you go back and stay in line for another 6 hours.
The truck comes, people in line ask the driver "Hey what you brought us today?" "Couple
of boxes of pork lard and marmalade" driver answers. "Excellent!", people rejoice. "And
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"Tomorrow I don't know, maybe onions or some eggs, but only enough for the first 50
people in line or so". "Great" says grandpa. He goes to a public phone, calls home and asks
his niece to bring the most comfortable seat in the home since he's going to stay in line
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An this madness is only for how you obtain food stuff in socialism. There are also lines for
soap, detergent, propane, shampoo, cotton wool (instead of tampons), shoes, clothes, bed
sheets, area rugs, pots and pans, engine oil, gasoline, tires, socks, gloves...list is so long
that it would be more practical to imagine one's home completely empty, then add 3-4
items in it that you could find without staying in line; then the rest of the stuff you have in
your home and take for granted, is only obtainable by staying in line or paying triple on
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black market.
Transportation: socialists were ahead of their time. They promoted a green Earth and
fought against global warming by reducing the number of privately owned automobiles
and (literally) pushing and shoving everybody in buses and trams. As you can see, people
were
so enthusiastic about reducing their carbon footprint they traveled to and from work, both
inside and outside the buses, sometimes between the tram cars and on their rear
bumpers. No need for A/C in the summer, and a true delightful adventure during the
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sub-zero temperatures or when it was raining. No sacrifice too great in order to prevent
global warming, comrades!

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Automobiles: the technological marvels of socialism. Ours were so fast, hardly anyone
could see one on the road.
USSR had Lada and Moskvich. The Czechoslovakians had Skoda. Yugoslavians had the
Yugo. East Germans had the 2 stroke Trabant and the Wartburg.

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Us Romanians,had Dacia. And every car owner in any of the aforementioned country had
problems
First, the price. In order to buy a car you were expected to save your entire income (that
means all paychecks) for 6-7 years, living only on your wife's income.
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After saving the money to buy the car in a special account you deposit the full payment
which amounted to 70,000 lei (consider a young worker salary in a large factory was
starting at 1,200 /mo) into the car manufacturer bank account. Then you get the car, yes?
No of course not. You don't get no car comrade. Where do you think you are, in a rotten
consumerist capitalist economy? Once you paid the car in full, your name gets added to
the waiting list. But don't worry, you wont' have to wait for your Dacia forever!
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another 7 years until you get the much awaited letter in the mail that it's your turn to have
your own wheels. So you take the train and go to the factory dealership - which is also the
factory itself, because that's the only place where the cars are sold - in the city of Pitesti
and show those people the letter that it's your turn to get the car for which you saved
money for 7 years and waited a total of 14 years. You already made the plans with uses
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red Dacia but...
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the man at the factory dealership comes with your car keys and says: car is at the front,
congratulations! You look outside and see a green Dacia waiting for you. "Comrade" you
protest, "I promised my wife a red car". "That is all we have, green" Take it or leave it. Or
come
back in 2 months when we will have red cars rolling out the assembly line"
Hey, a car it's a car you say and take the key and leave as a proud owner of a technological
marvel first designed in 1969 and still manufactured without any major changes until
2006. But you can't get
very far in your automobile since the car rolls out the assembly line with only 2 liters of
gas in the tank. So you stop a the first gas station down the road and you pump your entire
monthly ration of gasoline which is exactly 7 liters. That should last you about half way of
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(a typical line at the pump)
trip home. But if you were a man who knew how to anticipate and solve such minor
inconveniences, you also asked a friend to wait somewhere along the road home in his car,
with a jerry can of gas in the trunk you purchased ahead of time on the black market.
Americans didn't
invented in-flight refueling to extend range, Romanians did!
You finally make it home and next morning you wake up at 4 AM and go stay in line at the
police precinct where automobile registrations are paid and processed. There's only
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And you thought the DMV lines are bad...LOL!

Later in the afternoon you finally made it in front of the line. You pay for registration and
new license plates which you need to pick up from the same single manned counter 1
month later...and after another 8-9 hour waiting in line.
And by the way, you cannot drive the car without the license plates so by the time you get
them, your summer vacation is over..."No worries honey' we'll be visiting your parents for
Christmas. Oops, no we cannot go for Christmas either!" "Oh no, why is that?" "Because
December 24
is the third Sunday of the month, and the number on our license plates is an uneven
number so we are allowed to drive on the road only the 2nd and the 4th Sunday, of course.
Cars with even number license plates are allowed on the road the first and third Sunday of
the month so.."
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Healthcare in socialism
I assume if you are a millenial snowflake you already watched Michael Moore's
propaganda crock-umentary "Sicko" in which he denigrates the American healthcare
system and sings praises to the socialized Cuban healthcare system
You wanna know the truth about about that movie? It's quite simple: it's complete and
utter bullshit. In Cuba (as well as in all socialist countries in Eastern Europe during the
days before the fall of the communist regimes), healthcare was a 3-tier system.
First, there were the clinics and the hospitals where only the Communist Party notabilities
had access. Logically, we used to call them the Party Hospitals. The best doctors, most
advanced medical technology, cutting edge treatments and drugs, no expense spared -
only the best
for the best comrades. In Bucharest was the largest one, the hospital where
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Second tier healthcare: they were the clinics for healthcare tourists - foreign citizens from
western countries who came to Romania for treatment and paid in foreign currency for it.
Also no expense spared, best doctors, imported western medical tech. Patients were
coming
because of the more affordable treatment prices made possible simply because all medical
personnel was paid peanuts compared with their Western counterparts (a doctor's salary
was $3,000-$5,000/month, equivalent with the buying power of $150 This 2nd tier
healthcare exclusively
for Western tourists is what Michael Moore is presenting in his movie Sicko as "socialized
healthcare for all Cubans". It's a crock of propagandistic shit from the lying sack of shit
that Moore is. In real life, Cubans can't even dream setting foot in those clinics and
hospitals
The third tier socialized healthcare is for everyone else. Yes, it was free. But it also was a
disaster of epic proportions. Truly horror movie like. You may think I'm exaggerating, but
I'm not. Countless people died because of lack of medicine, filthy operating rooms,
lack of heat in the winter, broken down ambulances, overcrowded emergency rooms and
last but not least doctors who were so poorly paid that they had to accept bribes in order
to give proper attention to patients. This situation remained a disaster for another decade
after
Ceausescu was overthrown, and the public healthcare system in Romania is still incapable
of fully recovering 28 years later. Luckily privately owned clinics had appeared and people
are starting to see a difference in the way they are treated and taken care of
I'm going to tell you a true stories that affected members in my family.
I grew up in the same house with my two cousins who were 10 and 12 years older than me,
so we always considered all three of us like brothers. Both cousins were merchant
marines, the oldest one Alexandru
a boatswain, the youngest brother Gabriel was a chief mate. I was a radioman on an
offshore oil drilling rig. Seafaring was a family tradition.
One day Alexandru just drops down on the kitchen floor and loses conscience.
We call the ambulance, next available one in the area is in 45 minutes to 1 1/2 hours. So
we call a neighbor who owned a car, and take him to the hospital. ER doctor sees him,
sends him to neurology and the specialist gives the diagnostic: brain stroke.
ER doc comes and tells us he's unlikely to survive because the hospital doesn't have a
tomography machine to see the location of the ruptured vessel or any hemostatic drugs to
stop the bleeding inside the brain. The doctor also opposes him to be transported to cookies.
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the best neurosurgeon in the country works, because he may not survive the trip. The
ambulances made of 50's design military vans are unsuitable (their suspension is like that
of an oxcart),
and as long as the internal bleeding isn't stopped he cannot sign the transfer papers.
So me and Gabriel spring into action. Gabriel goes to his former commander from the
Naval Academy who is a Counter-Admiral. Luckily since Gabriel is a seaman he doesn't go
to him empty handed:
sack full of cartons of American cigarettes, couple boxes of Johnny Walker scotch, couple
of kilos of Brazilian coffee. The Admiral calls in a favor with an aviation General: when the
doctor says patient is transportable, a military helicopter from the aviation base at Tuzla
20 miles South of my hometown will be ready to fly him to Bucharest.

Meanwhile I go to Bucharest by train. My step-sister's best friend is a nurse at Romania's
most coveted hospital. A hospital where there is no shortage of medicine, heat, food and
top specialists.
The hospital where only Ceausescu, his family and the big bosses of the communist Party
have access, and nobody else.
So I meet with this girl and give her the name of the hemostatic injections my cousin
needs. They are imported from Switzerland and her hospital is the only
in the entire country that has them. But she tells me cannot steal them from the hospital
pharmacy, they are under lock and key. And she doesn't have the key. So what she does?
She takes them from her patients. Simply, instead of injecting them the full dosage
prescribed
by the doctor, she injects half of the dosage medicine, half saline. Because my cousin
Alexandru needs 6 vials every day and she cannot steal for me more than 6 at the time, for
the next 3 weeks I ride the train every single day 350 miles round trip, leaving in the
evening
and travelling all night, getting the medicine from her then returning at noon to deliver
them to the doctor.
Three weeks after beginning the treatment Alexandru stabilized and was transported by
military helicopter to the hospital in the capital.
The hemostatic medicine costed me a fortune, I paid for each day of treatment the
equivalent of what it was 1/3 average monthly income. Thank God I had a very good
salary, working on a offshore drilling rig was dangerous but I was making 3 times the
salary of an ordinary
Romanian worker so I had some money under the mattress, then when those were gone I
borrowed more from friends. I don't blame that nurse girl for charging meLearn
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Because she was stealing
from patients who were heads of the communist Party she could have been simply
"disappeared" rather than put in prison. And I don't blame myself for obtaining the
medicine through stealing from other patients. Those mother-flakers big communist
activists the drug was stolen from
were responsible for supporting a murderous regime and benefiting from it. So frack
them, no regrets for me.
My cousin Alexandru is still alive today, has two daughters (one of which became a Danish
citizen through marriage and lives abroad) and a grandfather.
His brother (and my cousin)Gabriel became an oil tanker commander and unfortunately
passed away couple of years after the Romanian revolution of a heart attack.
One thing I remember with great sadness: three days after my cousin was checked in at
the hospital I saw an absolutely
blonde girl laying on a hospital bed in the same ICU unit as my cousin. I remember her
because she was laying there unconscious, her face was like the face of a Saint in one of
those Byzantine icons. I was there looking for the doctor to hand him over the first of the
hemostatic
vials I brought from Bucharest. I asked the doctor what's wrong with her and he said
"Same as your cousin. She's only 26 and her parents are poor simple people who don't
have the means or connections so I can't do anything for her,
I have no drugs to try to stop her brain from bleeding, no tomography machine to see
where the broken blood vessel is"
She died 10 days later.
Any of you Bernie bros and other leftist snowflakes still thinking socialized medicine is
great? Think again.
That's my cousin Alexandru on the left, the one who we saved from being killed by
socialized medicine - on the left. Behind, his wife and my niece from San Diego, she's like
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In front two out of three sister matriarchs of the family, my mom and my cousin's mom
Adele on the right. The oldest one Eugenia couldn't be present but she's still around at 99
years old. My mom is 87 and the youngest is 84
I am ending this chapter today (more to come tomorrow) by proposing you to watch a
Romanian feature drama about the wonders of socialized medicine. It was awarded
several international festival prizes and it is worth watching & sharing.
The movie is called "The Death Of Mr. Lazarescu".

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I meant 3,000-5,00 lei, not US dollars. The amount had the approx buying power of $150
in the US
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Serving in the Armed Forces of Socialist Romania
Unlike in the Western countries, any male citizen of the Socialist Republic was
automatically drafted and served in the military once he turned 18. This conscripted
military system was abandoned after the 89 revolution
and by 2004 when Romania joined NATO, the Romanian military had became an all
volunteer, professional force which has participated in joint operations alongside the US
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always the case.

During the decades of socialism the service in the Romanian military was compulsory.
One could not pick and choose what branch of the military wanted to join. Once you
turned 18 you expected a letter in the mail asking you to go to the nearest recruitment
center
at a certain date. Once arrived there, (it was a high school gym) you were asked to fill up a
form and get naked and in stay in a long line so you can be examined by an army doctor.
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and sent to an office down the hall where three men in uniform decided your fate for the
next 1 1/2 and up to 2 years of your life. With the exception of the Navy, service in all
branches of the military was 18 months. I was selected for the Navy and had to serve 2
years. What
a joy, got half an year more than all my friends!

Service in the military was starting pretty much like one would lived, imagine, or seen in a
movie here in the US. You step report to the military unit you were assigned, they put you
on a chair, a barber comes with a clipper
and in less than 2 minutes you have no hair left on your head. They give you an uniform
and a pair of used boots (mine were too small and without insoles).
Then you get herded into the barracks and this is where the similarities are ending,
because in the West military recruits
are starting boot camp training, while in Socialist Romania we became forced agricultural
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peasants left their villages
moved into cities and became industrial workers. It was preferable to work in a factory for
a meager salary and get a pension when you retire rather than work in the fields that used
to be but were no longer yours, for no salary and no pension at all. Well maybe I'm
exagerating
a little, those who remained in the villages were usually paid 1/6 of what an average paid
worker was making in a factory; as for the pension, imagine yourself retiring and
surviving on $25 a month after a life of working in a chicken farm like my aunt did.
Luckily
she is the mother of my cousin who became a famous international national soccer player
in the 80's and presently the president of the club where he started his career. But
millions of other peasants were not that lucky so they moved into the cities,
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"collectiva" as the collectivized farms were called. Suffering severe labor shortages, the
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leaders of the Communist Party decided the solution was to use the military and the
students as young as 10 to work the fields. They were called mostly during
the harvest season, September through late November and sometimes even December.
Housed in improvised barracks with no heat and most times no electricity, fed meager
portions of bad food - mostly boiled beans, pork fat, black bread and margarine with fruit
jam on a good day.
"The brave Romanian military was happily joining hand in hand with the students and the
peasants helping them to achieve record harvests and unmatched prosperity in the
collectivized farms" the Romanian television and newspapers were trumpeting. Oh, we
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sunset to sundown, sometime in sweltering heat and sometimes in freezing temperatures,

no gloves, boots with no thermal insulation, being threatened by the always present Party
comissar with jail if we didn't accomplished the daily "norma", marched back to the
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falling asleep on filthy straw filled mattresses crawling with lice and mange under a single
blanket that was too thin to ever get warm under, so you had to wake up 6-7 times every
night to go pee outside. Yes, I got mange out there from those beds and from the changes
of clothes
that were coming back from the laundry dirtier than we sent them because the laundry
didn't had hot water and detergent to wash our underwear. And let me tell you, smearing
that stinking, sticky sulphur anti-mange cream all over your body and slipping into a
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morning after a night in which you managed to sleep maybe an hour or two, isn't
something very pleasant that you want to remember for the rest of your life. Finally,
around late November the peasant-student-military brotherhood was disbanded and we
were sent back, us the troops
to the military barracks, the students to their classrooms.

For the next to months, the boot camp training. Pretty similar with what we have here in
the US military, but also a couple of major differences. While here the troops are trained
and learn discipline and fighting skills
then perform their cleaning and other duties around the barracks, for us it was 8 hours of
marching, crawling, formation drills, running, crawling again, then back to the barracks,
gathering in the classroom, listening to the Political commissar droning for 2 hours
nothing
but Communist Party propaganda, reading from the comrade Secretary General
Ceausescu's speeches, Marxist-Leninist theory and much more of the same bullcrap,
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In all honesty, I would have preferred to endure another 2 hours more a day of marching,
running and crawling with the gas mask on my face rather than spending the 2 hours of
political indoctrination, barely awake and under the threat of jail if I got caught napping.
Only after these 2 hours of torture we were sent to perform the daily routine - cleaning,
kitchen duty, barracks and headquarter sentry duty and so on.
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