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Monday, December 7, 2015

Always For You -- Even More Annual Reprint Heaven: Is The Wonderful Is This Life

By I. Rabschinsky

[Yes and it is this time again. It is Chanukah (Hoo boy; we missed getting this in last night), and also the time of the Birthday of the redoubtable Moldavish Guy. We will eat a little parve apple cake in his honor. Okay; a lot.

[And always of course of course of course, we are watching the Mister Ed marathon on television cable at Great-Uncle Yehudi's house and open the big jar Of Mama Putin's Chicken Heads. And we remember how lucky we are being.

Beaver: Good For You, Nize For You;
What We Watch At Great-Uncle Yehudi's

[And you are being lucky today also. This film history for you, now being the annual every year repeat. Always too, Great-Uncle Yehudi is saying, "Don't Stand In Way Of The History!"  Enjoy.]

George Bailey Guy Making The Panik

So always in the America there is at this time the fooding, and also the Sports Produkt on the television. Many people filling themselves with Holiday as if they about to be told, "Next year, you cannot eat!". I am thinking they are the hostage of their Hindbrain, which is still Neanderthal and wishes to fight with Mastodon. But, still.

And, I am noticing specific films which is only appearing on Amerikanyets television at these months between like maybe September and the time of your New Year.

My examples: At Passover, some of the television is showing The Ten Super Big Mitzvah Rules, with Charlton Heston Guy -- you know, movie where Moses stop making fooling around to pretend he is Big Guy of the Egypt, and decides to get real job saving People Of Israel.

This requires lots of people walking around, always saying "Oh, Moses, Moses, Moses" -- like, if they say this three times, they will be teleported by magik into better movie. Navarone Kind Of Big Guns, maybe, or Socialist-Colored Panther.

Place Which Is Gone Forever: Amerikanyets Driving In To Movies:
"Moses, Moses, Moses -- What is happening with our Drive-Ins?"

At another time in year, they are showing same Heston Guy what is Moses in Big Mitzvah Rules in another movie, Ben Of Her. However this is basically film of Jewish guy who becomes like early Jesus guy, but by accident.

Movie is good; he is Number Forty-One guy in slave ship, rowing like animator for the Disney; there are becoming big boat battle, and he gets to be some kind of honorary Goyim, with big ring and parties with the Girls, and other Guys clasping him on the arms frequently.

Later, there is an exciting thing with horses and carts -- but it is not the porn film, so too bad for you. Go to web sites where they have not blocked you.

Charlton Ben Heston Making The Ramming Speed, 1959

At finally, with the Christmas, every year since somebody discover the Secret Of Fire there is this broadcasting this movie, It Is Wonderful This Life, made by Frank Capra Guy in 1947, showing the kind of place which everybody wanted to believe was the Amerika. Small town, everybody knows everybody; values is good and everybody work hard and knows their places.

Just like village in the Moldova, except animals do not leave defecation in the street, everyone is speaking English, and most people have job. Plus concrete used in apartment buildings is better quality.

Every single year they are showing this film. It is now a classic also, like Wizard Of Odd and Potemkin Kind Of Battleship and Mister Hulot Goes To Beach Place. It is as big movie as The Tanks Know The Truth (Very popular Great Patriotic War movie made in the Russia. My Great-Uncle Yehudi claims he is in this film as Extra; but still, we love him).

Big Scene From Tanks Knowing The Truth: Are They Knowing?
Well, They Are Tank; You Are Person. You Want To Be That Sure?

It Is Wonderful This Life story is maybe simple: Guy, George Bailey Guy, living in small town wants to die, because he thinks his life is shit. And there are the angels, who show us life of this Guy in the little town, and how he is The Good, and there is the Rich Guy who is The Bad. And George Bailey Guy never gets to do things in the Life because the Fate is not for him.

Then there is mistake with money (a problem made from the Rich Bad Guy), for which he is blamed, and he runs from family and goes to place of Publik Alkohol; finally he goes to bridge to jump in freezing water so his family will get small piece of Insurance money. Very Sad (There is also squirrel in another scene which is sad, but never mind). Also very Petit-Bourgeois.

So, Angel Guy comes to the Earth and shows this George Bailey Guy his life is maybe kind of okay, not so much the shit; and boom boom boom, problem with the money goes away in big scene at end when everyone gives him their money, and everyone sings. So happy, little bells on tree and big bells of church ring; America wins the World War Two and future is filled with television and freeway. The End.

But this is too simple, my friend. No way is actual life like this. So, maybe some of me thinks this is kind of the Propaganda about America, to keep us from seeing the Truth of the Things.

And, there is forbidden version of this film, which is other kind of the Propaganda. Please -- allow me to introduce.



борьбе за построение социализма во время Угнетение
(также называется "Любовь и революция" после 1991)

("Love And Revolution", Directed By Frank Kapronovich [1949]; Starring Pytor Chost, Gravnik Bolodorin, Irina Valutin. Special appearances by the Spirit Of Revolution, also Che Guevara, Samuel Beckett, and entire 12th Guards Motorized Infantry Regiment)

SO, movie opens with Guy, Georgi Edwardovich Bailey Guy, at the Bridge. He is unhappy, this Guy; boy oh boy he is like making the panic. He goes to public alkohol place and tries to think, but he only finds himself between the forces of dissent and confusion!

TROTSKYITE GUY: River not so bad, after five minutes.
EXISTENTIAL GUY: Wait, but no one comes. No one cares.

Hoo boy; Georgi is in big fix. This guy has family with SmallChilds, and tiny Policy Insuring The Life -- and he is believing everybody would be better off if he would jump and get it over with, already.

GEORGI: My life is steaming pile of animal things,
because the Rich Guy will always win. Now I am jumping.

But, Georgi is being watched at Bridge. Not by some angel Guy (none of this reliance on things which cannot be proven by good Socialist science!) -- but even better -- is Spirit Of Revolutsya!

(Spirit Of The Revolution Watches Georgi)

And, The Spirit saves Georgi! He takes him to place where they can speak of things, of the Truth -- and slowly, Georgi's eyes are opened to not only the forces of historical determinism, but the inevitability of struggle against the oppressor classes!

GEORGI: So you're saying that when the consciousness
of the People is raised sufficiently, that armed struggle
is not only necessary but inevitable?
SPIRIT: You got it, Comrade.

So, Georgi, now with eyes opened thanks to the words of the kindly Spirit, is seeing that the world is filled with inequality and criminal things so big your head feels like kicked soccer ball. It is like understanding that, not only are you living as Dog, lapping up the vomit of the Rich Guy, but you work in factory to make guns to force others to live like this (Also, the Rich Guy pays you in fake dog vomit and those X-Ray glasses which do not work).

For Georgi, this is whole bunch of dried fish to eat in one night (Like story by that Guy, Dickens Guy, Carol Burnett Christmas, or something). This is the Life? He is asking himself.

A World Of Things For Them, But Not Food For Children

Economy And Bad Fate For Peoples Means Nothing To Them

For Them, The World Is Something To Carve Up, Like Beef

While The Many People Lose Everything To The Illegal Foreclosure

So now Georgi is filled with indignant and bad feeling for The State Of These Things. He feels the pain of the oppressed, working masses, and is being filled with Revolutionary Fervor -- and he goes to talk with the People in his little village, to tell them what the Spirit had revealed to him -- and the Spirit sends along friend, Che Guevara Guy, to help.

GEORGI: We don't have to live under the heel of Potter's boot!
He's just some, bloodsucking animal! Feeding on all of us -- and I'm
tired of living on fake dog vomit! We have to run things!
CHE GUEVARA SPIRIT GUY: Ay, Yi Yi! You listen to this guy.

The People, moved by Georgi's words, march with him to the place of the Bad Rich Guy, to demand Justice, the chance to make something other than guns, and to be paid in actual money instead of rubber dog vomit and X-Ray glasses which do not work.

BAD RICH GUY: You realize that the manufacture and sale of
weapons around the globe is the backbone of our nation's industry?
GEORGI: You don't understand -- the days of taking your rubber
dog barf are over, Potter! We're going to run things!
MOB: No fake dog barf!! No fake dog barf!!

BAD RICH GUY: My family has run this town for fifty generations.
All I have to do is close the factories. How long will it be before
your little rag-tag mob starts to starve? They'll come crawling back
to work -- and for half the rubber dog barf I gave you before!

Then, Georgi takes the Big Step -- the one which all oppressed people are taking in these movies when faced with Oppressors who pay them with rubber dog vomit: He crosses line from intellectualizing his oppression to active revolutionary.

Otherwise, we would have no resolution of all this rising action; and only ending for this film possible is that everyone would go for Pizza. This is unsatisfying from view of the Socialist imperative.

GEORGI: You're wrong, Potter -- you, and people of your
class are finished. Now you're going to face Justice for your
crimes -- because the People own the means of production!

And so The Bad Rich Guy is taken away by the People; his house later becomes hospital, day-care center, and place where revolutionary theater troupes practice before going into the streets.


And, of course, there is a proper celebration at the Georgi Bailey house, with the Revolutsia Spirit and the SmallChilds.

GEORGI: Gosh, Spirit, I don't know how we can thank you.
SMALLCHILD 01: Spirit, can't you stay and have some Fair
Trade™ coffee with homemade whiskey with us?
SPIRIT: No, SmallChild; I must go. There are so many oppressed
peoples in a world beset by unspeakable monsters of Capital.
But I will take a shot of that whiskey -- neat, please.

Finally, after long discussion between Rich Bad Guy and the Organs Of State Security, he faces Revolutionary Justice and the verdict of The People.

RICH BAD GUY: Long live International Capitalism!
PEOPLE'S MILITIA LEADER: Fire!

And, of course, Georgi and his lovely wife are pausing in their labor to build a New Socialist Future to share a moment's reflection on the plight of The Peoples, and also to suggest some hygienic sexual activity between them which may occur later.

...and in the background, The Internationale swells on the soundtrack, sung by the Sad Vlad Orphans Choir Of Greater Moscow!  Please to show the credits!

This film has not been shown since its original release; big shame, also, because it is at least as good as movie with Bert Landcaster in it but of the name, just now, is escaping me.

Great-Uncle Yehudi likes Revolutionary Love. He thinks it is wonderful comedy; but, still we love him. If you can find this film on DVD, then okay. If not, well then it is big world out there! Be That Guy -- go find!

I, Rabschinsky, say this -- to Moldavish Guy; you also.
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Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Ending Is This World

Big Mayan Thing Maybe Happen Okay



Personally I am the skeptik. Not like I am wishing the big earthquakes and giant octopus from out of space. No way Buddih! But there is big industry of people making lots of the Money from this thing of the Mayans. And, of course, I would have like to be making some of this End Of World Money. You, also, would like (Oh, yes you would too).

In the Mean Time, back on this planet, we gots plenty work to do just to get restaurant food not tasting like cardboard and Idiots walking around making the Texting all the time and not watching where they are going. Plus we have people with the guns and also Global Heating. Not like we do not have enough to do; yes, Mayan Guy say world is ending; fine. Thank You. We will be getting right on that, but first there is even scarier Fiscal Cliff. Maybe we could solve this using some money from End Of World stuff.

These, believe me, are way bigger problem than Center Of Galactic Thing making creamed corn on your personal shoes -- or, you know, whatever you believe Ending of World will look like.

I ask Great-Uncle Yehudi about End of World (Having been in Great Patriotic War, I am thinking he might know something about this). He is being sitting in Barcalounger, watching Leaving It To The Beaver House on the TeeVee, and laughs while waving at me to go away. "If Messiah shows up, call me," Yehudi says. "Otherwise, go do useful things -- but somewhere else."

So; ending? Maybe, Not Maybe; I don't know. I am betting it looks just like downtown Moldova.

I, Rabschinsky, say this -- to Moldavish Guy; you also.

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AND, ALSO:  This morning, still in the darkness, I am made awake by telephone. It is Great-Uncle Yehudi. "Guess what?" He is asking.  What, I am saying. "World did not end! You still need to take out garbage, bubchick."

And so this is "the excitement of living".

__________________________________________________________________

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Wishing The Good

Good For You; Nice For You; And Small Childs Also

Wishing  Moldavish Guy the Good Hanukkah, and the Small Child01 and Small Child02, and Spouse who wishes to kill me.

And he is also having Birthday -- for which I called to him and making congratulations but never called him back. About this I have a specific amount of shame.

Great-Uncle Yehudi was also not impressed by this, but had just been hit with phone book and this is time when he is not always sure about what year we are in. But still, we love him.

I, Rabschinsky, say this  -- to Moldavish Guy; you also. 

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Friday, October 12, 2012

What Samuel L. Jackson Said

Great-Uncle Yehudi Reminds 
By I. Rabsckinsky


Look; American peoples. Let me be first to admitting, and to you, I am Socialist guy. I believe in all people not being in mud, in the cold, with Rich Guy pissing on them and giving them rubber Chicken Head to eat. That everybody should be having at least some of the Good, some of the Time -- like your President Guy Continental Lincoln says (Ha ha; okay, not so great this joke. But, still).

This is supposed to be Amerikanyets Way, okay? I am not thinking everybody, including my SmallChild 01 and SmallChild 02, will be growing up to be Billionaire. But I would like them to become larger Childs and ever Adult in place where you are being safe, and do not have to pay police guy to help you, do not have the complete food, and must be always very careful what you say to anybody. And have some Guy telling you to make prayers to Jesus Guy.

And, as Socialist Guy, I am pretty much believing all politicians are being corrupt. To be Bad, they don't mean; they want to do the Good. But somehow, with Big Boys from The Wall Street, and Big Jesus Guys and Crazy Fat White Guys Making With The Radio, Amerikanyets politicians do not listen to People. And because of the Money and The System, you have something rotten from inside, like bad Chicken Head in the jar when you buy from store.

 Great-Uncle Yehudi (In Front) In The Berlin; May 1945

I talk about with My Great-Uncle Yehudi. Now, is true that Uncle Yehudi is Old Guy, sleeps a lot and watches The Mister Ed on teevee and remembers 1942 better than 2002, sometimes. But he is also Smart Guy when he talks, and I like to listen except when he wants me to hit him with phone book until he falls down. But still we love him.

So, I ask Uncle Yehudi: Obama -- Goot Guy, Nize Guy, but is Political Guy, yes? So, corrupt! Even though the other guy, OvenMitt guy, is complete Capitalist ashole, Rich Guys will always give us Rubber Chicken Head forever, no matter how we are voting. So why be doing anything? And Yehudi sits up in Barcalounger chair, turns off vibrating MagicalFingers, and looks at me.

"There are times," Yehudi says, "When I think you are guy who gets hit with phone book too much. But this is what it is like to be young.  To be so stupid -- that I remember.

Great-Uncle Yehudi Today, Without Book Of The Phones

"In Great Patriotic War," Yehudi said, "We had two kinds Commander. One was Guy who, when you are making attack, he was someplace else -- always, safe. He speaks to you like a man beats his horse, like you are deaf guy. He kisses ass of the Political Officer -- and when you are in the trouble only stood up for you, maybe, sometimes." Yehudi points finger at me. "In life, bubchick -- be Guy. Don't be that Guy."

"Then there was other kind Commander. He talks like you are Guy, he is Guy; okay. In the attack, he is up front, with you! Not 100%, but maybe ninety, ninety-five per cent of the times. And that, you notice. The Political Officer he agrees with, but the ass of that Stukach, he doesn't kiss. And when you are not making the trouble, but the trouble finds you anyway? This kind Commander stands up for you.

"I have forgetting more things than I ever knew," says Yehudi. "But I can smell this guy, OvenMitt Guy; he is just Rich asshole Clown Guy. When attack comes, he will be someplace else. And always, always he is kissing the Political Officer's ass. He never stands up for you -- who are you? To OvenMitt, you are not Guy -- you have no money! You are just 'That Guy'.  And this is who the Americans want for their Presidential?"

"You are Amerikanyets Guy, now, also," I remind him.

"Don't interrupt," he says. "And that little Guy with the big ears who is with him -- he will make you to go live in street, while they sell your furniture and hand you Rubber Chicken Head. OvenMitt guy is just Clown in circus -- he is the one they make you watch, while others you don't see take your house and money -- like the Little Guy." Yehudi makes face like someone squeezes his cheeks. "Him, I've seen all my life -- Poland, Moldova; America -- always, the Little Guy.  Is the same guy."

OvenMitt Guy Says: Suck On Rubber Chicken Head

"So, what should we do?" I am asking.

"Listen to me. Isidore, you are my favorite Great-nephew. (I am only Great-Nephew, I tell him. "Again, he interrupts," Yehudi says.) You cannot make big change over the night. History does not work like this, unless you get Revolution, and even you know how good it worked last time. So you take the small change that is the Good. And you Hope. But to have The Good, you must fight -- not the revolutsya, but still, to fight. Otherwise, the Clown comes, and along with him, The Little Guy.

"This is the solution?" I ask him. "To be taking the little Bad?"

"Gottenu; Listen to me. Do you make everything work? When you are running the whole Earth, you can get to say. Having the Good Commander is sometimes the best you get. He is still part of System; yes. He is not Messiah; it is not the Heaven. But is better than finding one day that you lie in mud while Rich Guy pissing on you and selling Rubber Chicken Head.

 "This is what happened with Bush Guy! You remember -- Little Bush was Clown; Cheney Guy took away the furniture. So, finally, listen: It is better to live on your feet than to die on your knees."

I think. "What exactly is this meaning?" I ask.

"It means, the Cossacks come." Yehudi leans closer; he looks at me. "Wake The Fuck Up."

I, Rabschinsky, say this. To Moldavish Guy; you also.

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Friday, December 23, 2011

Ему тридцать лет, которые человек из МОЛДОВЫ

Don't Trust

We are reliably informed that I.Rabschinsky, occasional commenter here at Before Nine, has just turned 30, on the day before Hanukkah (which means he gets nine days of gifts, this guy, I guess).

As we say in my generation, "Don't Trust Anybody Over Thirty".

I say this to I.Rabschinsky -- and to Moldavish Guy; you, also.


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Seeing A Pattern Here, Mebbe?

This Murdoch Guy

История Ниццы старик и его маленьким мальчиком. Если вы считаете, Там ли мост через Неву, я могу продать вам, очень дешево.


By I.Rabschinsky

Old Guy, And Nize Little Boy Helps His Papa (Foto: The England TV)

So everybody is looking when this Guy, Rupert Murdoch Guy, shows up on television from the British Place (His little boy comes with him also, so that old man will not feel lonely; Good Boy, Nice Boy, maybe). Big, big story of the Oligarch Media Guy whose newspapers paid all kinds money to the Polizia and political guys and listened to the voicemail of everyone in the England.

Okay this is joking I make with you, but is not so far from the Truth.

So Old Rupert (who is younger than my Great-Uncle Yehudi but makes less sense), and his Little Boy, talk to people in Sports Commission of the British government. This was interesting, because I did not know that in the England, television and radio and the orchestral konzert and theatre and puppet show on street and Intersnet are sports. It would be nice to see which are winning and losing.

(Actually, these days is not so difficult to tell -- if News Corporation or News International are owning parts of media, they are losing. This is guarantee.)

Where Big Sewage Come From: The News Corp Headquarters

Old Guy and Little Boy tell Sports Commission they are like madonna saint kind of Guys: We don't know things, never saw things, didn't do things and nobody speaks to us even though we own and run everything. Like, the most incompetent guys from the history of all places and people. Then, some guy tries to assassinate Old Rupert with pie tin of shaving cream and Chinese Wife in pink jacket attacks Guy With Pie. Oy -- but, good theatre.

(Later, I tell this to Uncle Yehudi, who asks if Guy With Pie succeeded in assassination. I tell him, no! Is just shaving cream; how will he be killing That Guy? "We killed fascists in the Great Patriotic War with wood shavings and a bedroom slipper," says Yehudi. "Howitzers, also.")

They run almost all media on planet that does not belong to that Putz Berlusconi; but, they don't know things? Right; sure. They are so innocent that religion should spring up from them, like new airport, or bird feeder or yoghurt stand.

Great-Uncle Yehudi watched Old Rupert and Little Boy for three minutes. Then he stood up from his reclining chair, and changed channel to "The Mister Ed". What is you are doing? I'm asking -- this is like the history, and we get to see. Yehudi said to me, "You are my favorite great-nephew; but, look: The Mister Ed is funny. Oligarchs are not funny guys. When News Corp is run by talking animals, I will watch."

Only 26 Episodes: Great-Uncle Yehudi Knows Them All. By Heart.

So now that the Sports Commission Guys have heard from Old Rupert and the Nice Little Boy, stories start to show up. That maybe Son of Old Rupert is not the nize little boy, goot boy, like he says. That maybe he did know things; bad things. But that is not all. Not the Big Story, I am thinking.

Look: American FBI Guys are investigating now old lawsuit by business against Old Rupert -- a business, kind of small competitor guys, said they could prove that News Corp guys hacked into their computers like 11 times, and stole things.

And the minute they say this, Old Rupert is like, "Well, we will pay to settle this case with you" -- Like, $29 Million Dollars the US; plenty lots, you bet. That stops the whole thing from growing to be animal which can bite Rupert's personal ass. Plus, later, Rupert buys the little company ("There! Now I am showing you who is Big Guy!").

Uncle Yehudi makes drool on his sweater when he takes the Nap in his reclining chair, but he is That Guy, so I am listening: "People are like the chicken," he says. "If they learn that they get the food from humans by doing things, then they will keep doing those things, all the time, everywhere -- do this trick, get this food. You think Old Man and the Little Boy are different from chicken? Go away; it is time for Leaving It To The Beaver House."

Beaver: Very Good For You, Very Nice For You (Foto: Komradnik)

But my Great-Uncle, as usual, is making his point. It looks like there are lots of lawsuits out there, which Old Rupert paid altogether big money to settle. Because all his life, Little Rupert has not been The Good Guy, Nice Guy -- this is somebody wants to be like Joey Goebbels, Fascist Guy. And maybe, there are lots of stories in these lawsuits of breaking into computers or email or voicemail and stealing the things. And maybe there is pattern here to see.

Kind of like what happened in the England -- bad television, bad politik; bad police, and lots of money. The tricks of the chicken to get what it wants are always the same, no matter which farmyard it goes in. Britain, America, Australia; Old Rupert ran his businesses the same. He ain't being A Nice Guy. So; if this is Truth, then I am believing Old Rupert's business (which sells vomit from donkeys) is like a boat with bottom made out of newspaper (Hey; this is my joke. You like; you don't like; I don't care).

Once people are knowing hey, this how Old Rupert got to be so rich, because he is just Criminal Guy, and News Corp thinks they are like KGB which owns television, then his business will be be worth Kopecks, and his Chinese wife will say, "No bouncy-bouncy for you, Aussie Boy", and nobody will talk to him at the supermarket because he is That Guy.

Little Rupert Chicken Soup: Good For You, Nice For You

My Great-Uncle Yehudi is Smart Guy, even if he likes you to hit him with telephone directory until he falls down. And chickens may do tricks, and look like clever -- but they are still stupid birds. And when stupid birds pay so much attention to their own tricks and how pretty their feathers look, they don't see that the Fleischer has come to remove their heads and hang them up by their feet.

I, Rabschinsky, say this -- to Moldavish Guy; you also.


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Is The Wonderful Is This Life

By I. Rabschinsky


George Bailey Guy Making The Panik

So always in the America there is at this time the fooding, and also the Sports Produkt on the television. Many people filling themselves with Holiday as if they about to be told, "Next year, you cannot eat!". I am thinking they are the hostage of their Hindbrain, which is still Neanderthal and wishes to fight with Mastodon. But, still.

And, I am noticing specific films which is only appearing on Amerikanyets television at these months between like maybe September and the time of your New Year.

My examples: At Passover, some of the television is showing The Ten Super Big Mitzvah Rules, with Charlton Heston Guy -- you know, movie where Moses stop making fooling around to pretend he is Big Guy of the Egypt, and decides to get real job saving People Of Israel.

This requires lots of people walking around, always saying "Oh, Moses, Moses, Moses" -- like, if they say this three times, they will be teleported by magik into better movie. Navarone Kind Of Big Guns, maybe, or Socialist-Colored Panther.


Place Which Is Gone Forever: Amerikanyets Driving To Movies:
"Moses, Moses, Moses -- What is happening with our Drive-Ins?"

At another time in year, they are showing same Heston Guy what is Moses in Big Mitzvah Rules in another movie, Ben Of Her. However this is basically film of Jewish guy who becomes like early Jesus guy, but by accident.

Movie is good; he is Number Forty-One guy in slave ship, rowing like animator for the Disney; there are becoming big boat battle, and he gets to be some kind of honorary Goyim. Later, there is an exciting thing with horses and carts -- but it is not the porn film, so too bad for you. Go to web sites where they have not blocked you.


Charlton Ben Heston Making The Ramming Speed, 1959

At finally, with the Christmas, every year since somebody discover the Secret Of Fire there is this broadcasting this movie, It Is Wonderful This Life, made by Frank Capra Guy in 1947, showing the kind of place which everybody wanted to believe was the Amerika. Small town, everybody knows everybody; values is good and everybody work hard and knows their places.

Just like village in the Moldova, except animals do not leave defecation in the street, everyone is speaking English, and most people have job. Plus concrete used in apartment buildings is better quality.

Every single year they are showing this film. It is now a classic also, like Wizard Of Odd and Potemkin Kind Of Battleship and Mister Hulot Goes To Beach Place. It is as big movie as The Tanks Know The Truth (Very popular Great Patriotic War movie made in the Russia. My Great-Uncle Yehudi claims he is in this film as Extra, but still we love him).


Big Scene From Tanks Knowing The Truth: Are They Knowing?
Well, They Are Tank; You Are Person. You Want To Be That Sure?

It Is Wonderful This Life story is maybe simple: Guy, George Bailey Guy, living in small town wants to die, because he thinks his life is shit. And there are the angels, who show us life of this Guy in the little town, and how he is The Good, and there is the Rich Guy who is The Bad. And George Bailey Guy never gets to do things in the Life because the Fate is not for him.

Then there is mistake with money (a problem made from the Rich Bad Guy), for which he is blamed, and he runs from family and goes to place of Publik Alkohol; finally he goes to bridge to jump in freezing water so his family will get small piece of Insurance money. Very Sad (There is also squirrel in another scene which is sad, but never mind). Also very Petit-Bourgeois.

So, Angel Guy comes to the Earth and shows this George Bailey Guy his life is maybe kind of okay, not so much the shit; and boom boom boom, problem with the money goes away in big scene at end when everyone gives him their money, and everyone sings. So happy, little bells on tree and big bells of church ring; America wins the World War Two and future is filled with television and freeway. The End.

But this is too simple, my friend. No way is actual life like this. So, maybe some of me thinks this is kind of the Propaganda about America, to keep us from seeing the Truth of the Things.

And, there is forbidden version of this film, which is other kind of the Propaganda. Please -- allow me to introduce.




борьбе за построение социализма во время Угнетение
(также называется "Любовь и революция" после 1991)

("Love And Revolution", Directed By Frank Kapronovich [1949]; Starring Pytor Chost, Gravnik Bolodorin, Irina Valutin. Special appearances by the Spirit Of Revolution, also Che Guevara, Samuel Beckett, and entire 12th Guards Motorized Infantry Regiment)

SO, movie opens with Guy, Georgi Edwardovich Bailey Guy, at the Bridge. He is unhappy, this Guy; boy oh boy he is like making the panic. He goes to public alkohol place and tries to think, but he only finds himself between the forces of dissent and confusion!


TROTSKYITE GUY: River not so bad, after five minutes.
EXISTENTIAL GUY: Wait, but no one comes. No one cares.

Hoo boy; Georgi is in big fix. This guy has family with SmallChilds, and tiny Policy Insuring The Life -- and he is believing everybody would be better off if he would jump and get it over with, already.


GEORGI: My life is steaming pile of animal things,
because the Rich Guy will always win. Now I am jumping.

But, Georgi is being watched at Bridge. Not by some angel Guy (none of this reliance on things which cannot be proven by good Socialist science!) -- but even better -- is Spirit Of Revolutsya!


(Spirit Of The Revolution Watches Georgi)

And, The Spirit saves Georgi! He takes him to place where they can speak of things, of the Truth -- and slowly, Georgi's eyes are opened to not only the forces of historical determinism, but the inevitability of struggle against the oppressor classes!


GEORGI: So you are saying that when the consciousness
of the People is raised sufficiently, that armed struggle
is not only necessary but inevitable?
SPIRIT: You got it, Comrade.

So, Georgi, now with eyes opened thanks to the words of the kindly Spirit, is seeing that the world is filled with inequality and criminal things so big your head feels like kicked soccer ball. It is like understanding that, not only are you living as Dog, lapping up the vomit of the Rich Guy, but you work in factory to make guns to force others to live like this (Also, the Rich Guy pays you in fake dog vomit and those X-Ray glasses which do not work).

For Georgi, this is whole bunch of dried fish to eat in one night (Like story by that Guy, Dickens Guy, Carol Burnett Christmas, or something). This is the Life? He is asking himself.


A World Of Things For Them, But Not Food For Children


Economy And Bad Fate For Peoples Means Nothing To Them


For Them, The World Is Something To Carve Up, Like Beef


While The Many People Lose Everything To The Illegal Foreclosure

So now Georgi is filled with indignant and bad feeling for The State Of These Things. He feels the pain of the oppressed, working masses, and is being filled with Revolutionary Fervor -- and he goes to talk with the People in his little village, to tell them what the Spirit had revealed to him -- and the Spirit sends along friend, Che Guevara Guy, to help.



GEORGI: We don't have to live under the heel of Potter's boot!
He's just some, bloodsucking animal! Feeding on all of us -- and I'm
tired of living on fake dog vomit! We have to run things!
CHE GUEVARA SPIRIT GUY: Ay, Yi Yi! You listen to this guy.

The People, moved by Georgi's words, march with him to the place of the Bad Rich Guy, to demand Justice, the chance to make something other than guns, and to be paid in actual money instead of rubber dog vomit and X-Ray glasses which do not work.



BAD RICH GUY: You realize that the manufacture and sale of
weapons around the globe is the backbone of our nation's industry?
GEORGI: You don't understand -- the days of taking your rubber
dog barf are over, Potter! We're going to run things!
MOB: No fake dog barf!! No fake dog barf!!


BAD RICH GUY: My family has run this town for fifty generations.
All I have to do is close the factories. How long will it be before
your little rag-tag mob starts to starve? They'll come crawling back
to work -- and for half the rubber dog barf I gave you before!

Then, Georgi takes the Big Step -- the one which all oppressed people are taking in these movies when faced with Oppressors who pay them with rubber dog vomit: He crosses line from intellectualizing his oppression to active revolutionary.

Otherwise, we would have no resolution of all this rising action; and only ending for this film possible is that everyone would go for Pizza. This is unsatisfying from view of the Socialist imperative.


GEORGI: You're wrong, Potter -- you, and people of your
class are finished. Now you're going to face Justice for your
crimes -- because the People own the means of production!

And so The Bad Rich Guy is taken away by the People; his house later becomes hospital, day-care center, and place where revolutionary theater troupes practice before going into the streets.



And, of course, there is a proper celebration at the Georgi Bailey house, with the Revolutsia Spirit and the SmallChilds.


GEORGI: Gosh, Spirit, I don't know how we can thank you.
SMALLCHILD 01: Spirit, can't you stay and have some Fair
Trade™ coffee with homemade whiskey with us?
SPIRIT: No, SmallChild; I must go. There are so many oppressed
peoples in a world beset by unspeakable monsters of Capital.
But I will take a shot of that whiskey -- neat, please.

Finally, after long discussion between Rich Bad Guy and the Organs Of State Security, he faces Revolutionary Justice and the verdict of The People.


RICH BAD GUY: Long live International Capitalism!
PEOPLE'S MILITIA LEADER: Fire!

And, of course, Georgi and his lovely wife are pausing in their labor to build a New Socialist Future to share a moment's reflection on the plight of The Peoples, and also to suggest some hygienic sexual activity between them which may occur later.



...and in the background, The Internationale swells on the soundtrack, sung by the Sad Vlad Orphans Choir Of Greater Moscow! Please to show the credits!

This film has not been shown since its original release; big shame, also, because it is at least as good as movie with Bert Landcaster in it but of the name, just now, is escaping me.

Great-Uncle Yehudi likes Revolutionary Love. He thinks it is wonderful comedy, but still we love him. If you can find this film on DVD, then okay. If not, well then it is big world out there! Be That Guy -- go find!

I, Rabschinsky, say this -- to Moldavish Guy; you also.