Skip to comments.Dem Congressman: ‘We’ve Proved That Communism Works’
Posted on 05/21/2014 7:55:49 AM PDT by Beave Meister
Democratic Florida Rep. Joe Garcia fresh off being caught eating his own earwax on camera was caught red-handed (or is it yellow-fingered?) in another gaffe this week, claiming that low crime rates in border cities with lots of federal immigration workers is proof that Communism works.
Garcia made the comment during a Google hangout he convened last week to talk about comprehensive immigration reform with supporters. The Democrat attempted to point out how, for all their talk about limited government, many Republicans are fine spending loads of government money on border security.
Let me give you an example, the kind of money weve poured in, he said. So the most dangerous sorry, the safest city in America is El Paso, Texas. It happens to be across the border from the most dangerous city in the Americas, which is Juarez. Right?
(Excerpt) Read more at dailycaller.com ...
“Oh yeah.....all they need to do now is murder 30 to 40 million and their mission will be complete.”
Don’t worry they are working on it.
The difference is that the COMMUNIST HAVE ALL THE GUNS....the Socialists are still trying to figure out how to gather them all up. THAT is the only difference.
Every time I hear one of these outrageous statements I wonder for a second if the speaker is a GOP plant, but then I think “Nah, the GOP-E isn’t that smart!”
The infamous Castro brothers of San Antonio have proven that being Communists puts you into all the right universities and privileged haunts in America today .if you are in the right victim groups.
Even if he didn’t eat the wax...the constant touching of his face, biting nails etc..ought to be addressed. That is just GROSS...ewwwwwwww
They already started; diplomats and veterans.
Um, what? El Paso's "crime index" is 27. That means it is only safer than 27% of US cities.
http://www.neighborhoodscout.com/tx/el-paso/crime/. That's not even above the median (50%).
Or, evidently, McDonald's and his ear.
Where, a$$hole? Wherever communism was tried, everyone except the ruling elite starved to death or was murdered. Explain that putzface!
yes! just look at all the communist paradises around the world!
It wasn’t a gaffe. He’s expressing the true mindset of today’s Democratic Party. He just let it slip.
What good is border agents if the communists won’t let them do their job.
Pray America wakes up
Russia, Germany, Poland, China, Vietnam ... they are ALL still communist.
A distinction our leftist friends will still not understand. Until they’re on the wrong side of the guns.
Fort Bliss is in El Paso. Just saying.
VA and Obamacare Death Panels should handle that without stretching a muscle.
Communism only works for those in charge... I got news for him, it won’t be him.
The idiocy is strong with this one.
The only thing more despicable is the drones who elected this brain-dead clown to office.
"My fellow Americans" -- pshaw!
You can bet this idiot does the same thing with his nose.
He did what??!!! On camera?? Oh ewwwww. How did I miss hearing about this.
Monsanto's on it! Why do ya think they're trying to wipe out the bees?
The Indonesian did inform us in 08 our fuel prices would skyrocket, and we would starve! Of course most people didn't hear it. But he did say it!
joe Garcia is democrat, and of the worse kind, he is a Cuban/Democ-rat
A communist paradise 90 miles from Florida (read the full article)
The Last Communist City
A visit to the dystopian Havana that tourists never see
By MICHAEL J. TOTTEN
Ive always wanted to visit Cubanot because Im nostalgic for a botched utopian fantasy but because I wanted to experience Communism firsthand. When I finally got my chance several months ago, I was startled to discover how much the Cuban reality lines up with Blomkamps dystopia. In Cuba, as in Elysium, a small group of economic and political elites live in a rarefied world high above the impoverished masses. Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, authors of The Communist Manifesto, would be appalled by the misery endured by Cubas ordinary citizens and shocked by the relatively luxurious lifestyles of those who keep the poor down by force.
Many tourists return home convinced that the Cuban model succeeds where the Soviet model failed. But thats because they never left Cubas Elysium.
I had to lie to get into the country. Customs and immigration officials at Havanas tiny, dreary José Martí International Airport would have evicted me had they known I was a journalist. But not even a total-surveillance police state can keep track of everything and everyone all the time, so I slipped through. It felt like a victory.
Havana, the capital, is clean and safe, but theres nothing to buy. It feels less natural and organic than any city Ive ever visited. Initially, I found Havana pleasant, partly because I wasnt supposed to be there and partly because I felt as though I had journeyed backward in time. But the city wasnt pleasant for long, and it certainly isnt pleasant for the people living there. It hasnt been so for decades.
you can search it on you tub it’s not what is mentioned..but none the less......ewwwwwww again
“I wanted to experience Communism firsthand.”
I had the opportunity to wander Eastern Europe for three weeks in the summer of 1992. After everything fell apart. Eastern Germany looked much like a postcard from 1972, and had stagnated there.
The east was an entirely different story. The cities were clean, and reasonably modern, but once you got into the countryside, where few westerners had been in decades, things changed DRAMATICLY.
Dirty, barely functioning trains and transit, and people still bring their crap out of the house in the morning in buckets, to dump.
I was shocked, but it taught me a lot. The worst, by far, was Slovenia.
America has a proud history of killing communists. We should remember and honor that.
Every day when I log into my work computer it reminds me of the difference
“A Socialist is a pragmatic Communist who realizes he must suckle the breast of Capitalism-attributed to Steve Hamel
Let us find out first hand depiction how well Communism works.
Torture in Castro’s Cuba: “I know the taste of the urine and the excrement of other men that practice does not leave marks; marks are left by beatings with steel rods and by bayonet thrusts. My head is still covered with scars and you can feel the cracks.”
Address of Ambassador Armando Valladares’, Chief of the United State’s Delegation to the United Nations Human Rights’ Commission.
By Armando Valladares [Geneva, Switzerland, February 23, 1988]
Mr. Chairman, I am not a career diplomat, and I am not an expert on the technical aspects of this organism. I will not speak in a detailed manner on the reports and topics submitted under point 10. There will be other interventions during which we will listen to opinions on those important matters.
Mr. Chairman, today I want to speak about torture, about what it means for a human being to be tortured, to be humiliated, or what may be even worse, to watch a friend, a companion, or a relative being tortured.
As many of you know, I spent twenty-two years in prison for political reasons. Perhaps, I am the only delegate in this Commission who has spent such a long time in prison, although there are several persons here who have known in their own flesh the meaning of torture. I do not care about their political ideology, and I offer to you my embrace of solidarity, from tortured to tortured.
I had many friends in prison. One of them, Roberto López Chávez, was just a kid. He went on a hunger strike to protest the abuses. The guards denied him water; Roberto lay on the floor of his punishment cell, agonizing, deliriously asking for water. water The soldiers came in and asked him: “Do you want water?” They took out their members and urinated in his mouth, on his face He died the following day. We were cellmates; when he died I felt something wither inside me.
I recall when they kept me in a punishment cell, naked,
with several fractures on one leg which never received medical care; today, those bones remain jammed up together and displaced. One of the regular drills among the guards was to stand on the steel mesh ceiling and throw at my face buckets full of urine and excrement.
Mr. Chairman, I know the taste of the urine and the excrement of other men that practice does not leave marks; marks are left by beatings with steel rods and by bayonet thrusts. My head is still covered with scars and you can feel the cracks.
But, what can inflict more damage to human dignity, the urine and excrements thrown all over your face or a bayonet’s blow? Which is the appropriate article for the discussion of this subject? Under which technical point does it fall? Under what batch of papers, numbers, lines and bars should we include this trampling of human dignity?
For me, and for innumerable other human beings around the world. The violation of human rights was not a matter of reports, of negotiated resolutions, of elegant and diplomatic rhetoric, for us was a daily suffering.
For me (it meant) eight thousand days of hunger, of systematic beatings, of hard labor, of solitary confinement, of cells with steel-planked windows and doors, of solitude.
Eight thousand days of struggling to prove that I was a human being. Eight thousand days of proving that my spirit could triumph over exhaustion and pain.
Eight thousand days of testing my religious convictions, my faith, of fighting the hate my atheist jailers were trying to instill in me with each bayonet thrust, fighting so that hate would not flourish in my heart.
Eight thousand days of struggling so that I would not become like them, rejecting torture as a mean to fight, forcing myself to forgive, rejecting the thoughts of revenge, reprisal and cruelty.
And when cruelty is extended to one’s family, does not it become a means of torture? My father is an elderly man, he is very ill; he too suffered political imprisonment.
Because he is my father he is not allowed to leave the country. For two years now, the authorities are preying on him as reprisal for my activities. They do not beat him, but they tell him that he will be leaving the country on the following day. My father travels to the Capital full of illusions. And when he is about to board the plane, they tell him that it was a bureaucratic error that he most goes back to his hometown. They do this to him every two or five weeks. They are damaging his mind, in the same manner that they destroyed my sister’s, who is currently undergoing psychiatric treatment.
Occasionally, the world of the grieving has poetic traits. I think it was a book by Victor Frankel, a survivor of the Nazi concentration camps, where I read that in the midst of the total disheartenment in which they lived, they were kept alive by a violinist. A fellow prisoner invariably played a classical piece on his violin at sundown and they all turned silent to listen him. That violin, pulling notes from its strings in the midst of their suffering was a secret ray of hope.
Bertold Brecht, the German playwright, tells a similar story in a moving monologue. It tells of two Jewish teenagers imprisoned at a hard-labor camp. They are a girl and a boy, and a fence keeps them apart. They have never spoken but their eyes crossed and they are in love. Daily, at the fence that separates them, each one leaves a flower pulled among the weeds as a testimony of their love. One day, her flower is missing. The following day his is gone. Hopelessness killed them both.
The arbitrariness of tyrants reduces their victims to the condition of mere beasts dehumanizes them. In the same manner that animals are tied down, locked up or beaten without explanation, totalitarian regimes treat their adversaries as beasts. And there are times, when one is being treated like a beast, that the only thing that saves us from the most degrading humiliation, the only thing that keeps us firm, is to know that somewhere else there is another soul that loves us, that respect us and that is fighting for the return of the dignity that has been snatched from us.
I had the luck, Mr. Chairman, of having people who was fighting for my freedom, and of having my wife who went from country to country, knocking on every door and on every conscience, on people and governments, pressuring them for my freedom. But the majority of those who suffer the violation of their human rights have one sole hope the international community. Against all hope, they only think of you, they only hope in you.
Unfortunately, I have some first-hand experience on these grieves. Many years, maybe twenty years ago, a political prisoner named Fernando López Toro came near my cell and told me in a disheartened voice that what hurt him the most about our torments, the beatings inflicted upon us, the hunger we suffered, was to think that our sacrifice was useless. Fernando was not broken by the pain but by the futility of the pain. I tried to explain to him that in the face of total ignorance and indifference from the rest of the world, our suffering still had an ethical sense and carried valuable transcendence, but I think I did not get through to him. A few years later, prisons apart, I heard that Fernando could not hold on any longer and took his own life.
Months later I learned the details. Because of other inmates in his cell were too weak and distraught, and practically annihilated because of the physical cruelties inflicted upon them, they stood motionless, and Fernando was able to climb up on his bunk bed, wrap a dirty rag around his neck, cut it open with a piece of sharpened metal, with his fingers feeling for the jugular vein; then with one stroke, slashed it. He died within minutes.
It is always said that his jailers were directly responsible for his death, but I know that Fernando was also the victim of general apathy and lack of solidarity, of silence, of that terrible soundless universe where so many worthy men and women continue to die in this century of horrors and tramplings.
Torture and violations of human rights, come from where might, are an aggression against all mankind and we must fight back with all our strength. There lays, precisely, the efficacy of our message.
International denouncements achieve their objective. They are the only means of pressuring the torturers, the only means to force them to free prisoners for the sake of public image, to save face, to be more careful, to transgressing less.
Denouncing the criminal does not guarantee his punishment but it may deter him from continuing the practice. We must raise our voices without fear and use all resources available to defend the persecuted, the tortured of the world. We must shout their suffering for them and fearlessly denounce their henchmen.
We must enter the cell of every Fernando López del Toro in the world, embrace him in solidarity and tell them to their faces, “do not take your life, there are men of good will who are standing by you, your dignity as a human being will prevail. In remembrance, there will always be a flower, the notes of a violin, the saddened voice of the so-called brothers who grief with you and defend you. Look, you are not a beast. Do not take your life. Freedom will never disappear from the face of the Earth.”
Thank you, Mr. Chairman.
There is an interesting report written by the Mexican Marxist economist, Juan F. de Noyola, who was invited to Cuba by Che Guevara.
Noyola, who had a large experience in Latin American economies having worked with the CEPAL, was put in charge of a group of foreigners planning the Cubas projects for industrialization as well as the study of the Cubans technical capabilities.
Noyola wrote: Considering the supply of technicians and skilled labor, Cuba seems to be in much better position that other Latin American countries. In reference to skilled labor of a level inferior at those to the professional technicians, the level of literacy of the Cuban population is in Latin American terms rather high. There are only two countries in Latin American with a higher literacy, Argentina and Uruguay.
On the other hand, the Cuban worker, including those in agricultural activities, who constitute a great reserve of labor, have an educational elementary lever, but they are familiar with the modern techniques thanks to they contacts with sugar industry and the use of agricultural machines, something you dont find in other countries.
The farmers in other Latin American countries, including those more developed, have a lower educational and technical level than the Cubans.
We are not comparing the Cuban workers with those in the highland of Peru; Bolivia or Mexico, even when compared with the Chilean farmer, the degree of familiarity with modern techniques of the less qualified Cuban laborer is remarkable. As a result, Cuba has a relative advantage in the training of its workers. (Cuba Cenit and Eclipse by Salvador Villa, pages 28, 29)
In reference to the professional technicians, the problem, said Noyola, could have been grave, but the due to the unemployment of the 1930s and the high development of the Sugar industry it produced an excess of professionals in certain areas. For example, affirm Noyola, we find many Cuban physicians in United States; in South America it was brought to my attention that many of the big enterprises had Cuban accountants. Apparently, the unemployment problem and the fact that Cuba had an standard of living very high in the 1920s, allowed for a great sector of the population to have a high level of formal education, including at the university level (Cuba Cenit and Eclipse by Salvador Villa, page 29)
When Castro took over on January 1959, Cuba was a country rapidly developing with a solid economy and a well-educated population, a people with a high degree of self-reliance and entrepreneurial spirit.
Those traits have been proven everywhere they have had to settle in their quest for freedom after witnessing the ruin and brutal oppression imposed over the unfortunate people living under Castros totalitarian communist regime.
These people are extremely dangerous. They are very serious. They want to turn the entire world into Venezuala.
“These people are extremely dangerous. They are very serious. They want to turn the entire world into Venezuala.”
Worse, they want to turn the world into one gigantic Post Office in North Korea.
If it worked so well how come they don’t still have and uses it after President Ronald Reagan closed that sandbox???
More talk than action though.
Oh, I think they are pretty big on action too. Have you seen the country lately? Recognize it?
Big difference. They know that they will get the recieving end of any angry blowback.
Still the USA though.
Hence, the stores and stockpiles of bullets.
But remember gun sales have gone up through the roof at the same time.
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