The generation of my grandparents, thrown under the bus

The "human price" of psyops

Here is a personal story. I became a philosopher—spontaneously, as a kid— thanks to observing how the generation of my grandparents was thrown under the bus.

They were very strong people. Big-hearted people. Generous people. Straightforward people with the village moral values of honesty and resilience and putting the “collective” over the “personal,” for the sake of …. Wait a second, for the sake of what?

Here is the thing. They were completely enamored with “communism.” What was “communism” to them? It was the optimism and the inspired feeling of their youth, their first loves, their precious friendships, their professional goals, the hardships they had to overcome, the difficult war they won, the straightforward character of life, the innocence, the honesty, the respect, the simplicity of life. “Communism” to them was a theoretical foundation of the practical respect that their souls sought, like any human soul seeks respect.

“Communism” was a ghost, a fabrication, a multi-faceted hi…