Tired of April 15 Tax Day, I am drawing a small salary. So every quarter I am meeting with my accountant and sign some papers. She’s now an accountant in a manufacturing company here in Daytona, so I usually catch with her during her lunch break.
Last time we met at Olive Garden on International Speedway Blvd in Daytona Beach. They have benches next to the entrance, and that’s where we sat. Julia, my accountant, suddenly asked if I could feel that smell. I sure could, but I had no clue what it was. Julia told me that she would rather sit at some other place.
She looked at me in surprise and asked
- Don’t you know what this is?
I didn’t. She laughed and said that it was marijuana. Wow, who would have thought? I never tried it (whether inhaling or not - lol), and not because I am so righteous, but simply because at a stupid tender age we did not have it where I lived in the USSR.
Today I read terrible stories about abuse of drugs in Russia and former Soviet Republics, but in my time where we lived, we did not have this problem. That’s why the smell does not tell me anything.
Often times I am asked why I assume that as a country we are inching towards socialism. Funny, but if you talk to Russians my age, they will say the same thing. Talk to younger people, like my daughter, and they think differently. But those younger people left the USSR as children and teenagers… at stupid tender age…
So why those old mature Russians see what is happening in the nation lately in a similar way? Because we know the scent of Socialism. We can feel it even if it is diluted to the point, where many others can’t. If I am in a company of immigrants like myself, and we are watching the news, we would shrug at the same time when a word or phrase slips the tongue…
When people ask why we oppose some ideas, which sound so good, we say that you are looking at beautiful flowers but we already know that they yield poisonous berries. And you think that such beautiful flowers can't be harmful.
Like my friend, who knew that it was marijuana, while I was absolutely oblivious to it, because I did not have those associations, I did not see them, I did not smell them…
When it comes to socialism, we, immigrants from the Soviet Union and other countries, who had socialism in their lives, have a keen sense of scent of Socialism, even when to others it sounds and tastes like honey. We would beat any dog in this competition.
The minute we hear about the rich and the poor, we know that contrary to popular belief it is not about making us rich, it is about making us poor. And contrary to a popular belief that you can try, and then, if it does not work, you go back, we know that we can’t. Once you put one group against the other, you can’t simply declare peace and love.
We have been there. We had a “fair” society, best “democracy” in the world (we did not know that there either is democracy or not, - can’t be a little pregnant), no rich, everybody were brothers and sisters, all nationalities living in accord, everybody working for the betterment of the society, guaranteed jobs with fair pay, guaranteed retirement, guaranteed long paid vacations, guaranteed medical care, everybody protected by the government, best Constitution in the World...Yep, I describe the Soviet Union here.
Does anybody here find this list wonderful? Thinks that it would be so great to have it here? Ask yourself why millions of people like me ran from such a wonderful place and live here without a retirement plan, often without savings, and with no medical insurance. And do not want to go back. Ask us...
Equality not in opportunities, but in results only comes in prison with controlled and equal distribution… Is beautiful life and great relations between people what you get in prison, even if it is American prison?
Why you believe that you will have it in the nation? And please, spare me from "because you deserve it” as reason… It should be about opportunities and not entitlements and “we deserve it” is about entitlements… Even when it is about free contraceptives so dear to our heart.
Why so many are eager to trade opportunities for entitlements? Is the reason because opportunities come with responsibilities, come with effort, come with sweat? And entitlements come with nothing?
Why do you think that we all would benefit from living in this big happy jail?
In prison, it comes with violence. In any socialist country is comes with violence... And it would be so far from brotherly and sisterly love…
Ask yourself why there is no such thing as charity in any of the former and present socialist countries? No such thing as volunteering? No such thing as giving, if it is not by force?
Do you understand that even the most conscientious of us are like free radicals, which carry the virus that you can’t ever get rid of… It will take years, maybe decades to bring Americans into submission, but it would take us, refugees from Socialism, 5 minutes to remember who we were and get on our knees… Instinctively, uncontrollably…
Some very good and very naïve people I know say that Socialism is an economic system… It is for those who have not lived under it. For those who had, it is about people ready to screw others in order not necessarily to survive, but simply to succeed, to advance. Where the way of life is taking advantage of others...Where money does not rule, but power does. The danger is that you can't earn the power, you can only be given the power in exchange for your soul.
The socialist system is not there for two decades already (talking about the Soviet Union), but the poison is still there, it did not go anywhere. For Russians Amerca is still the evil. Yes, they will not blow themselves, but once zombies, they stay zombies forever.
The reason so many people do not smell Socialism in our current administration, is that it would kick in much later, when those beautiful flowers turn into poisonous berries. Far past the time when this President leaves the office…
If we sow bad seeds today, what are we going to harvest tomorrow?
P.S. If my friend Karl asks me how I can describe the scent, I would say "roses"... for now.
Aren't they beautiful? Flowers today, thorns tomorrow...