One of the things that has always scared the shit out of me is the communist habit of “disappearing” people. When I was a boy scout, my scoutmaster was a man who was born in the Soviet union. His parents smuggled him out hidden in the trunk of a car when he was a teenager. He never saw or heard from them again. They were taken, because the government found out that they committed the sin of smuggling their child to safety. Shot in the head, sent to a gulag. Who knows?
When the Soviets disappeared someone, they didn’t usually kill them. In fact, they usually didn’t, unless the killing was being used as a high profile example to drive a point home. It was much more efficient to make them work until they died and then use their bones to pave a road. One such road was the Kolyma highway- Stalin’s road of bones. That highway is 1200 miles long, and has a million people buried under it- or about one body every 6 and a half feet.
This is what communism has in store for those who oppose it. Go ahead, read all about it and look at the pictures. I spent my childhood hearing directly from a survivor of the terror that was communism. Greg was not only my scout master, he was a good friend of my parents. He was a short, round, hairy man with a loud voice and a hearty laugh. I’m sorry to say that he is dead now, having died 15 years ago, not long after my father. His eldest son is a homicide detective and hates communists with a passion. You can guess how he feels about the events of the past year. Greg’s younger son died about ten years ago.
I will never give in to communism. I know what it brings. Sorrow and death.