I would compare our dear little leader to Napoleon or Hitler, but that is an insult to the latter ones mentioned here.

I just wanted to add something to the Stalin thing. I’ve noticed that during Scientology rallies the audience cheer like crazy. Is the sound all real or do they pump extra crowd noise over the speakers?

One of the strange thing about moving to Hungary after living in the West is how a theatre audience reacts after a performance. In the West (US, UK, France), there is random applause. If the audience are not amused, the respond by clapping, but do so slowly, and in time, and for a long time. Quick, random applause = good. Slow, regular, monotone applause = bad.

Before Stalin came to power, he was locked in a power struggle with Trotsky. Stalin was a thug from Georgia who was gifted with slow, active, intuition and a psychotic ruthlessness where he would eliminate any he considered “might” be a rival now, or later. Or just someone who pissed him off one day. Unfortunately, when it came to speaking, he was no match for Trotsky, who was a very powerful and sharp orator. He hated speaking in the same room as Trotsky, because he would come across as dumb and would always lose.

After coming to power, Stalin gave his first speech to the Communist Assembly. He drones on for hours. I think he even had it put out as a 4-disc LP. When he finished speaking, he was greeted by applause. It started off as regular, random, applause. But after a few minutes, the audience began to tire. As no-one wanted to be the first person to be seen to stop clapping, the applause slowed down and became regular and monotone. This way the audience could stamina clap. Anyway, 3 of the sides on the LP are just applause.

Even after Stalin was entrenched in power in the Soviet Union, he ordered the assasination of Trotksy, a man who had been sent into exile and banished from the country. He was murdered, rather flamboyantly, with an ice pick.

Before communism came to Hungary, applause here was the same as it is today in the West. Once communist hit, settled and stayed, the way Hungarians enjoyed things changed and the new monotone regular clapping became the norm.

After 40 years of communism ended in 1989, you would think that Hungary would have had time to revert back, but that isn’t the case. If you were to go to see a play, musical, opera, concert, tonight here in Budapest, the applause at the end would still be slow, monotone, and robotic.

What I’m trying to say is that decompression after a long period of living under an ideological regime takes a very long time. And there are some things that I think are almost impossible to reprogram.

Mike, your blog is awesome. You should really consider adding a “Social Meda” section where you list tweets and status updates. They provide a small fascinating window into the world of those still guzzling, and loving, the kool aid. Both hilarious on the one hand, and quite terrifying on the other.

Keep them coming!

You nailed it, Chris. That is the think.

Yeah! That’s what DM really means when he says, “Arbitraries removed”, LOL.

100% sociopath; suppressive; con-artist; anti-social…however you want to label it.

The rest of us have simply been delivering it correctly all along and getting declared for it.

Talk about a literal cluster-fuck…or fucked cluster.

Addicts need their poison. The reverse auditing is so suppressive, that it causes people to “lose their gains”. Differing from roller coaster, previous gains go missing, disappear, become misplaced, like they never occurred. This intentional unmock is the vital subproduct to coercing people to do processes and levels over again, because they are destablized and feel like shit. This CAN be reversed again with a caring, preGAT trained indy auditor as I, Karry and others can attest. Don’t accept the shoddy substitute, we deserve better.

Chris, it’s the same misplaced hopefulness that the parent of an addict feels. Or the battered wife, smiling at the cop, telling him, “my husband really loves me. He’s just feeling down because of losing (his job, his car, his mistress) and I said, he shouldn’t feel down and of course, what do I know about feeling like he does, so he hit me, and rightfully so, so I wouldn’t keep getting it wrong.”

It’s the opened minded lament of the PTS. They fixate on the goal of being free, of living lifetimes without stress or abuse and will endure almost anything to hang on to that dream. It’s sad to watch. It inspires unbelievable anger of the person causing all of this. Who takes advantage of a being’s reach for a better existence — it’s evil incarnate – as some good books say. It’s David McFly. A real person who will drop, like a real person, once someone, anyone, lands the punch.