3.odboj-máte v rodině postižené totalitním systémem?

To, že třeba zvítězili komunisti(odmítám už slovo Bolševici, to byli ti v Rusku, my tu měli intelektuální a vlastní komunistické západoevroposky se klonící křídla, samozřejmě i to ovlivněné SSSR křídlo) nebylo kvůli tomu jak je všichni adorovali, ale že byli vyděšení a nasraní z Nácka.

A HNED ZALHAL o POLITICKÉM  PROTIVNÍKOVI(taktéž na twiteru):

Předseda hnutí SPD Okamura výrokem reaguje na Rakušanova slova z debaty, že byl jedním z lidí, kteří „okamžitě začali uplatňovat kolektivní vinu“, což Okamura odmítá.

 Nikdy se nebude jednat o nikoho, kdo by byl jako migrant žádaný ze sousedních zemí a chtěl se tu usadit , tedy Slováci, Maďaři, ALE bude to někdo komu hoří z nějakého důvodu koudel u zadku a kdo se nějak namočil někde, ať už omylem nebo svojí vinou a běží z rozvrácení nějaké země výchdu.Teda bojovník Islámského státu, protibojovník, nějaký další frkace těchto a jejich rodiny, které běží první, aby až ten to dobojuje je EU členská země musela zcelit a nechat toho bojovníka doplnit rodinu tady u nás.

Pekarová provokuje a pak se k tomu nehlásí a tvrdí, že to řekla dobře míněně.

Spolu s Pavlem a jeho výroky by Pekarový měla být v DEMAGOG.cz MEZI lživými výroky(i když pravda je osobní, viz. jak stvrdil i John Bok, tzn.Subjektivní, ale jako politik tam není pro sebe, ale pro lidi a objektivní pravda je mu cílem)

Pardon jako, ale když politik má zajistit dobré ceny a nezajistí a nabídne svetr, který jaksi mají lidi sehnat a koupit nejdřív...prostě totální výsměšný blábol.

Jinak ten film  Muž, který stál v cestě s panem Topferem, rozhodně není vyznívající jako obhajoba komunistického období a mládí pana Kriegla, ani se mu nevěnuje, protože líčí jen období invaze a těsně před invazí a cestu do Moskvy a zpět,a nátlakové podepsání pomocí zastrašování, vydírání, vyhrožování, v případě Mudr. Kriegla i snahu o trest za nepodepsání a fyzické likvidace v gulagu tzv. Moskevský protokol a tedy všechny donutili jen ne Kriegela a body byly tvrdé a Československo nastoupilo na cestu a ocitlo se na 20 let  době normalizace.

"Pavel k výročí okupace: Jako malý jsem nechápal, jak nás mohli Rusové přepadnout" pravda to většina...ale proč o tom píše...ať píše o tom kdy už bral rozum...(1. listopadu 1961 Planá - rok 1989 ho zastihl jak si zas "přimyslel v kasárnách....jak jinak...prostě nemohl byl někde mávat hlavně mentálně na to neměl..protože v ozrbojených represivních složkách se ctí disciplína, loyalita...)"

EHM prostě to slavili,.. jiný názor, jeho otec byl Lampasák, nemohli to vydět jaksi dnešníma očima...

Rusko se od roku 1968 nezměnilo, řekl Pavel při výročí okupace... další z ranku takových nablblých výroků co mu napsali Kolářové a stylisti.

„O dění na Národní třídě jsem se dozvěděl pohledem z okna, protože jsem chodil do školy jen pár desítek metrů vedle. V Praze jsem tehdy studoval postgraduální kurz v oboru vojenské zpravodajství,“ výrok Petra Pavla

SPOLUŽÁK NAMÍTÁ, že tomu nevěří, protože průvod tam přišel až večer a my studenti jsme jako každý pátek odjížděli už odpoledne domů mimo hlavní město,“ 

Během listopadových dní v roce 1989 byl Petr Pavel profesionálním vojákem, členem KSČ a s krycím jménem Pávek studentem zpravodajského kurzu, po jehož absolvování se měl stát komunistickým rozvědčíkem na Západě.

„Převlékl kabát a šel dělat kariéru,“ míní jeho spolužák

Začít řečnici lživým výrokem, který pak rozmělňovat a umenšovat, je řernická lež.

Rusko se od roku 1968 nezměnilo, řekl Pavel při výročí okupace.

JAKO ŽE 1968 Rusko plné přímých účastníků boje s Nacisty, včetně právě Ludvíka Svobody a Brežňěva, kdy to bylo na osobních prožitcích války, Ludvík Svoboda byl hrdina SSSR atd., vše hrálo roly, ty hromady mrtvol měli na očích Brežněv a komunisti bolševici tehdy v SSSR u moci to je úplně jalový výrok.

A co je psáno to je dáno. Transkript projevu prezidenta má být dokument, kde není zrnko lži, takže úpadek demokracie Pavel podlehl populismu, převlékl kabát a píšou mu výroky nějací marketéři, má být jen takovou zbraní proti Babišovi, ale jak to tak bývá zbraň na obranu je toliko co zbraň útoku.Což pan Pavel ví ale samozřejmě jeho úkol je to zapírat, zapírat, zapírat a vést viz. výše :

*1961 se narodil tak do 1987 měl zformovanou otcem vojenský charakter, 1961 1979 ZŠ už snil o následování vojenské tradice v rodině, 1979 -1989 se připravoval na vojáka a finišoval s vzděláním 

1989 byl Petr Pavel profesionálním vojákem, členem KSČ a s krycím jménem Pávek studentem zpravodajského kurzu, po jehož absolvování se měl stát komunistickým rozvědčíkem na Západě.

Who have you there wife?” “Eh,” said the wife, “it’s three poor lassies cold and hungry, and they will go away. Ye won’t touch ‘em, man.” He said nothing, but ate up a big supper, and ordered them to stay all night. Now he had three lassies of his own, and they were to sleep in the same bed with the three strangers. The youngest of the three strange lassies was called Molly Whuppie, and she was very clever. She noticed that before they went to bed the giant put straw ropes round her neck and her sisters’, and round his own lassies’ necks he put gold chains. So Molly took care and did not fall asleep, but waited till she was sure every one was sleeping sound. Then she slipped out of the bed, and took the straw ropes off her own and her sisters’ necks, and took the gold chains off the giant’s lassies. She then put the straw ropes on the giant’s lassies and the gold on herself and her sisters, and lay down. And in the middle of the night up rose the giant, armed with a great club, and felt for the necks with the straw. It was dark. He took his own lassies out of bed on to the floor, and battered them until they were dead, and then lay down again, thinking he had managed fine. Molly thought it time she and her sisters were out of that, so she wakened them and told them to be quiet, and they slipped out of the house. They all got out safe, and they ran and ran, and never stopped until morning, when they saw a grand house before them. It turned out to be a king’s house: so Molly went in, and told her story to the king. He said: “Well, Molly, you are a clever girl, and you have managed well; but, if you would manage better, and go back, and steal the giant’s sword that hangs on the back of his bed, I would give your eldest sister my eldest son to marry.” Molly said she would t

her sister was married to his son. Well, the king he says: “Ye’ve managed well, Molly; but if ye would manage better, and steal the purse that lies below the giant’s pillow, I would marry your second sister to my second son.” And Molly said she would try. So she set out for the giant’s house, and slipped in, and hid again below the bed, and waited till the giant had eaten his supper, and was snoring sound asleep. She slipped out, and slipped her hand below the pillow, and got out the purse; but just as she was going out the giant wakened, and ran after her; and she ran, and he ran, till they came to the “Bridge of one hair,” and she got over, but he couldn’t, and he said, “Woe worth ye, Molly Whuppie! never you come again.” “Once yet, carle,” quoth she, “I’ll come to Spain.” So Molly took the purse to the king, and her second sister was married to the king’s second son. After that the king says to Molly: “Molly, you are a clever girl, but if you would do better yet, and steal the giant’s ring that he wears on his finger, I will give you my youngest son for yourself.” Molly said she would try. So back she goes to the giant’s house, and hides herself below the bed. The giant wasn’t long ere he came home, and, after he had eaten a great big supper, he went to his bed, and shortly was snoring loud. Molly crept out and reached over the bed, and got hold of the giant’s hand, and she pulled and she pulled until she got off the ring; but just as she got it off the giant got up, and gripped her by the hand, and he says: “Now I have catcht you, Molly Whuppie, and, if I had done as much ill to you as ye have done to me, what would ye do to me?” Molly says: “I would put you into a sack, and I’d put the cat inside with you, and the dog aside you, and a needle and thread and a shears

But Molly never said a word but, “Oh, if ye saw what I see!” The giant’s wife begged that Molly would take her up into the sack till she would see what Molly saw. So Molly took the shears and cut a hole in the sack, and took out the needle and thread with her, and jumped down and helped, the giant’s wife up into the sack, and sewed up the hole. The giant’s wife saw nothing, and began to ask to get down again; but Molly never minded, but hid herself at the back of the door. Home came the giant, and a great big tree in his hand, and he took down the sack, and began to batter it. His wife cried, “It’s me, man;” but the dog barked and the cat mewed, and he did not know his wife’s voice. But Molly came out from the back of the door, and the giant saw her, and he after her; and he ran and she ran, till they came to the “Bridge of one hair,” and she got over but he couldn’t; and he said, “Woe worth you, Molly Whuppie! never you come again.” “Never more, carle,” quoth she, “will I come again to Spain.” So Molly took the ring to the king, and she was married to his youngest son, and she never saw the giant again.

THE RED ETTIN THERE WAS ONCE A WIDOW that lived on a small bit of ground, which she rented from a farmer. And she had two sons; and by-and-by it was time for the wife to send them away to seek their fortune. So she told her eldest son one day to take a can and bring her water from the well, that she might bake a cake for him; and however much or however little water he might bring, the cake would be great or small accordingly, and that cake was to be all that she could give him when he went on his travels. The lad went away with the can to the well, and filled it with water, and then came away home again; but the can being broken, the most part of the water had run out before he got back. So his cake was very small; yet small as it was, his mother asked him if he was willing to take the half of it with her blessing, telling him that, if he chose rather to take the whole, he would only get it with her curse. The young man, thinking he might have to travel a far way, and not knowing when or how he might get other provisions, said he would like to have the whole cake, come of his mother’s

malison what like; so she gave him the whole cake, and her malison along with it. Then he took his brother aside, and gave him a knife to keep till he should come back, desiring him to look at it every morning, and as long as it continued to be clear, then he might be sure that the owner of it was well; but if it grew dim and rusty, then for certain some ill had befallen him. So the young man went to seek his fortune. And he went all that day, and all the next day; and on the third day, in the afternoon, he came up to where a shepherd was sitting with a flock of sheep. And he went up to the shepherd and asked him who the sheep belonged to; and he answered: “The Red Ettin of Ireland Once lived in Ballygan, And stole King Malcolm’s daughter The king of fair Scotland. He beats her, he binds her, He lays her on a band; And every day he strikes her With a bright silver wand. Like Julian the Roman, He’s one that fears no man. It’s said there’s one predestinate To be his mortal foe; But that man is yet unborn, And long may it be so.” This shepherd also told him to beware of the beasts he should next meet, for they were of a very different kind from any he had yet seen. So the young man went on, and by-and-by he saw a multitude of very dreadful beasts, with two heads, and on every head four horns. And he was sore frightened, and ran away from them as fast as he could; and glad was he when he came to a castle that stood on a hillock, with the door standing wide open to the wall. And he went into the castle for shelter, and there he saw an old wife sitting beside the kitchen fire. He asked the wife if he might stay for the night, as he was tired with a long journey; and the wife said he might,

but it was not a good place for him to be in, as it belonged to the Red Ettin, who was a very terrible beast, with three heads, that spared no living man it could get hold of. The young man would have gone away, but he was afraid of the beasts on the outside of the castle; so he beseeched the old woman to hide him as best she could, and not tell the Ettin he was there. He thought, if he could put over the night, he might get away in the morning, without meeting with the beasts, and so escape. But he had not been long in his hiding-hole, before the awful Ettin came in; and no sooner was he in, than he was heard crying: “Snouk but and snouk ben, I find the smell of an earthly man, Be he living, or be he dead, His heart this night shall kitchen my bread.” The monster soon found the poor young man, and pulled him from his hole. And when he had got him out, he told him that if he could answer him three questions his life should be spared. So the first head asked: “A thing without an end, what’s that?” But the young man knew not. Then the second head said: “The smaller, the more dangerous, what’s that?” But the young man knew it not. And then the third head asked: “The dead carrying the living; riddle me that?” But the young man had to give it up. The lad not being able to answer one of these questions, the Red Ettin took a mallet and knocked him on the head, and turned him into a pillar of stone. On the morning after this happened, the younger brother took out the knife to look at it, and he was grieved to find it all brown with rust. He told his mother that the time was now come for him to go away upon his travels also; so she requested him to take the can to the well for water, that she might make a cake for him. And he went, and as he was bringing home the water, a raven