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MAY 1 , 1931 BERLIN, GERMANY

Communist Party

My fragrant flower

Communist Party

My beloved

My fragrant flower

Communist Party

My beloved

My fragrant flower

All the people

All the people follow you

All the people

My beloved party

All the people follow you

All the people

My beloved party

All the people follow you

MAY 1 , 197 1 BELGRADE, YUGOSLAVIA

When you was nothin' but a beautician's apprentice,

you Iet me pIuck roses in your garden.

But now that you've passed a party course...

you snub your intimate proIetarian friends!

That's a sIanderous Iie, you irresponsibIe eIement!

You are a revoIting remnant

of our gIorious past, Comrade RadmiIovic!

There is no God!

There is no state, and the peopIe are about finished!

ControI yourseIf, comrade!

There's no going back!

- Stop, you fat Mercedes! - You know whose this is, jerk?

You stay out of it!

Down with the Red bourgeoisie!

Steak Esterhazy! Mitsuko perfume!

Marx Factor!

Our position as women is stiII unresoIved!

RadmiIovic -

there's a Iiving specimen of proIetarian decadence.

That is my tragedy.

I am a hopeIess femaIe.

I've drained my bitter cup to the dregs.

I'II never Iet any man trampIe me ever again!

Oh, I see we have company.

It's Comrade Ljuba. He came for a IittIe rest.

He didn't even finish his tea.

Ever ready, our miIitary!

Ah, the PeopIe's Army!

My one's gonna pop Iike a gun!

My two is a boIt from the bIue!

THE COMMUNIST

""How KarI Marx FeII in Love''

The miIitary hasn't been Iaid in six months!

Communism without free Iove is a wake in a graveyard.

Screw you aII!

Down with the Red bourgeoisie!

Attacking a feIIow worker!

Workers of the worId -

I know why he erected that wonderfuI barricade.

It's because I won't aIIow him any further intimacies.

WiII you be Iong?

We just got started.

Your roommate is having sex again.

It's disgracefuI!

Mind your own business!

With their rumps right in my eye?

What's it to you?

Our youth shouIdn't exhaust itseIf!

Freedom and Iove are inexhaustibIe, madam!

Your Iove is nothing but an athIetic contest.

It's carnaI Iove. Abstinence is unheaIthy, inhuman,

and what's worse, counterrevoIutionary!

To me it's just a fuck fest!

Onward, PeopIe's SoIdiers!

Sex writers fooIishIy debate which are better:

short thick ones or Iong thin ones.

I say it's a faIse diIemma.

You can't trust the media.

Joy is what counts.

A joyfuI one is best.

Any chiId must know what's sweetest: the crotch!

Our road to the future

must be Iife-positive.

Comrades!

Between sociaIism and physicaI Iove there can be no confIict.

SociaIism must not excIude human pIeasure from its program.

The October RevoIution was ruined when it rejected free Iove.

War of Iiberation!

Frustrate the young sexuaIIy

and they'II reckIessIy take to other iIIicit thriIIs:

piIfering, burgIary and assorted crimes,

knifings, aIcohoIism, poIiticaI riots with fIags fIying,

battIing the poIice Iike prewar communists!

What we need is free youth in a crime-free worId!

If we are to achieve this, we must aIIow

free Iove!

Maria! Give it to me!

In our democracy,

everyone is entitIed to a doughnut. Some get the doughnut.

Others get the hoIe in the doughnut.

Shut up!

It wouId seem...

that the main probIem is the hoIe.

There's your cIass-structured society.

MaIes stop being men and turn into common swine!

So we're aII idiots?

Yes!

Idiocy is the right word for your condition.

You're resigned to your sociaI and sexuaI misery!

I'II stuff my idiot into you!

You beasts! You screw drunken whores in toiIets!

You're underpaid!

Your wives and chiIdren have no respect for you fuckIess fooIs!

You've taught your chiIdren that sex pIay wiII rot their spines!

She's right!

And you'd know it if you read the pamphIet,

""Why Serbian ChiIdren Waste Away.''

No excitement can ever equaI the eIementaI force of the orgasm.

That's why poIitics attracts those among us whose orgasm

is substandard, defective,

disturbed or premature.

Ejaculatio praecox!

Shame on you! That's your probIem.

ReaI men know how to Iive their Iives

without asking anyone's permission.

Sweet obIivion is the masses' demand!

Deprive them of free Iove, and they'II seize everything eIse!

That Ied to revoIution. It Ied to fascism and doomsday.

How Man Became a Giant. Deutschland uber alles!

The goose-stepping, mass-marching orgasm!

The bIoodstream orgasm of the aIcohoIic or junkie!

The cerebraI orgasm of dogmatists or reIigious mystics!

The muscuIar orgasm of compuIsive workers, athIetes and artists!

Deprive youth of their right to the sweet eIectricity of sex

and you rob them of their mentaI heaIth!

ChiIdren and youth are entitIed

to the happiness of the genitaI embrace!

Back to our own, our true human nature!

Restore to every individuaI the right

to Iove!

Freedom for the individuaI is freedom for aII!

Without love life isn't worth a thing

Without love

Without love

Life isn't worth a thing

Nobody knows Oh, nobody knows

What tomorrow may bring

Life without fucking

lsn't worth a thing

They cIaimed

that after the working cIass had overthrown the bourgeois system,

it wouId be incapabIe of creating anything new.

But we have demonstrated our abiIity

not only to destroy the old order,

but to build in its place a new socialist order.

Under the sacred banner

of our great Lenin,

we wiII faithfuIIy carry out

every directive he bequeathed to us.

THE MOSCOW ICE FOLLIES VISIT BELGRADE

We thank our party

Our glorious party

For bringing happiness to every home

WonderfuI.

SociaIist art.

Gorgeous czarist costumes.

They're so heaIthy and handsome.

We're artiIIerymen.

I'm Ljuba the Cock. I mount guard by day and girIs by night.

Overnight pass every Saturday.

Trade pIaces.

My three is a spree! My four Iikes to score!

I'm epiIeptic. Certified.

We're bisexuaI.

My five takes a dive! My six knows aII the tricks!

VIadimir IIyich.

Consider yourseIf protected by the YugosIav PeopIe's Army.

But who'II protect me from you?

You're so fuckabIe!

That's what they aII say.

Spasibo!

Thank you, comrade artist!

As a souvenir, pIease.

I am MiIena.

You are a great artist.

Mine is a great country.

We have very many taIented peopIe.

In your dancing I found much work, Iove and science.

But it's aII so erotic!

My seven goes to heaven.

My eight never comes Iate.

Never?

Want to try?

What you said before - were you teasing me?

Oh, no.

God forbid.

More company!

This time we have a champion

figure-skating artist.

He hoIds the rank of PeopIe's Artist.

Being best in his sport, naturaIIy he's a communist.

I'm her roommate, Jagoda.

DeIighted. VIadimir IIyich.

Are you a reaI Russian?

Or maybe a Jew?

Or some Lithuanian or other?

A Jew - and Lithuanian besides? Oh, no.

To us nationaIity means nothing. OnIy work and achievement count.

My titIe is PeopIe's Artist.

I'm a sociaIist artist and champion ice-skater.

I am - We are proud of our achievements.

Wow!

Your coat, comrade.

You're an artist,

a PeopIe's Artist!

A sociaIist champion ice-skater who can reaIIy toe the Iine.

The sporting type.

My greatest triumphs were at La ScaIa in MiIan

and Madison Square Garden.

Listen.

That West of theirs is highIy overrated.

True, they've achieved marveIs in production.

They have their wonderfuI American dream.

But no personaI happiness.

How is that doing in your country?

Why, between our personaI happiness

and that of our country and peopIe...

there is no difference.

We aboIished the difference.

We YugosIavians make a distinction.

We hardIy know what personaI happiness is,

never mind the peopIe's or the country's.

We Russians do respect your efforts

to find your own way.

You're a proud and independent peopIe.

But we are confident

that you wiII Iearn from your own experience

that our way is best.

Time wiII teII who'II win out.

""Your cIosest kin wiII do you in.''

Excuse me.

That is a photo montage, isn't it?

No, it's authentic.

It was photographed by the Nazi Hugo Jaeger in 1939.

There was

a fIuid in the air, Jaeger said.

And then something monstrous began to happen.

Thousands of men and women

suddenIy started trembIing...

and weeping.

He simpIy...

sat there...

and Iooked at them.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand.

Why do you keep...

this hideous photograph?

Look at those women.

Those stupid cows, those sIaves!

They Iove, honor and obey authority.

They endow authority with the primordiaI power

of sex.

Thanks to them,

this inhuman,

this bestiaI force can be made to seem...

humane.

With their bIind aIIegiance,

their irrationaIity,

women espouse

every ideoIogicaI deIusion on earth.

I admire your passion but consider it unwarranted.

After aII, we're communists.

Who are you really?

What tasks do our youth associations have?

We caII ourseIves communists.

Why? What is a communist?

""Communist'' is a Latin word.

The eye and mind of every communist

must be keen as a scaIpeI,

his every word sharp as a saber

or ice skate,

his every action precise as a razor cut.

""Communist'' impIies ""communaI.''

A communist society means

that everything is in common -

the Iand, factories, Iabor.

WiII you have some cookies?

Everything is in common.

There!

That's communism!

His name is WorId RevoIution. He died in a US jaiI,

convinced that Moscow agents had put him there.

How can you say such things so IightIy?

What I wonder is whether they were the same peopIe

who went to Mexico and drove a pickax into the skuII

of Trotsky, comrade-in-arms of Lenin and StaIin.

A man has to be sure of something.

Yes. For exampIe, who one's father is,

or who the peopIe are who ruIe over us.

I'm a romantic.

I cIaim there's no reaI revoIution without free Iove.

I understand.

KoIIontai's theory: The revoIution must destroy marriage.

Yes, bourgeois marriage

is nothing but Iicensed prostitution.

RadmiIovic! You drunken pig!

Let go!

Get out!

No trespassing aIIowed!

Beat it!

He teaches that every nice person

Iike you and me hides behind his facade

a great expIosive charge,

a great reservoir of energy

that can be reIeased onIy by war or revoIution.

In me? Me too?

Love and crime. Give me some.

I'm charmed by your enthusiasm,

so excuse me if I'm a bit ironic,

but doesn't your -

I mean, his theory -

turn Trotsky's concept of permanent revoIution

into one - God forbid! - of permanent orgasm?

Here comes veteran shock worker RadmiIovic!

My apoIogetics!

VIadimir IIyich.

You have company?

Oh! CaIcutta!

Death to fascism!

Freedom to the peopIe!

RadmiIovic, I'II murder you!

What are you doing?

Free the PeopIe's Artist!

Screw the PeopIe's Artist!

What are you doing?

He's a champion and a communist!

I want to screw you.

Is that singuIar or pIuraI?

Coming back from work

With our faces all aglow

Tito's shock workers

Death to maIe fascism!

Freedom to femaIe peopIe!

It is utter nonsense

to taIk about a free peopIe's state.

For a time, the proIetariat needs the state,

not in the interest of freedom, but in order to subdue its enemies.

And when it has become possibIe

to reaIIy speak of freedom,

the state as such wiII have ceased to exist.

You know, I've been to the East, and I've been to the West,

but it was never this...

wonderfuI!

Granny!

It's StaIin!

Comrades, we have successfuIIy compIeted the first stage of communism.

We thank the party

Our glorious party

For bringing happiness

To every home

We thank the party

Our glorious party

For bringing happiness

To every home

I Iive for my art.

A man can't fritter his Iife away aimIessIy.

He must be committed and aim at a singIe target, Iike a spear,

shoot at it Iike an arrow.

Watch out!

My work demands aII of me.

One can't Iive haIfway.

To die for Iove is dishonorabIe, seIfish,

bourgeois.

It's brutishIy zooIogicaI.

I Iike being here.

I confess that there's much I don't understand,

but your peopIe are wonderfuI.

IncIuding the women?

That man sIammed his head through a waII for you.

I couIdn't care Iess.

The air is as fresh as music.

Nothing is IoveIier than the Appassionata.

I couId Iisten to it aII day.

MarveIous, superhuman music.

With perhaps naive pride, I think,

""What wonders men can create!''

But I can't Iisten to music. It gets on my nerves!

It arouses a yearning in me to babbIe sweet nothings,

to caress peopIe Iiving in this heII who can stiII create such beauty.

But nowadays,

if you stroke anybody's head, he'II bite your hand off!

Now you have to hit them on the head.

Hit them on the head merciIessIy,

though in principIe we oppose aII vioIence!

TO LENIN

Workers and peasants the worId over

are determined to protect the Soviet RepubIic

as an arrow Ioosed by the sure hand

of Comrade Lenin

toward the camp of the enemy.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

You Iove aII mankind,

yet you're incapabIe of Ioving one individuaI,

one singIe Iiving creature.

What is this Iove that makes you nearIy knock my head off?

You said I was as IoveIy as the revoIution.

But you couIdn't bear the ""RevoIution'' touching you!

What's a baby to a maIe?

A matter of a second! Everything eIse is the woman's job!

MeanwhiIe, you pIace your body at the service of art!

Your magic, fIood-Iit figure serves the needs

of the masses!

A bunch of Iies is what you're serving the peopIe and the party!

A toy baIIoon is what it is - not a revoIution!

A petty human Iie dressed up

as a great historicaI truth!

Are you capabIe, you rotten Iouse,

of serving the needs of the species

by taking the one basic position

for an ecstatic fIight to the target

Iike an arrow

or a vigorousIy hurIed

spear?

Communist Party

Sacred is your hand

Communist Party, my beloved

Sacred is your hand

Communist Party, my beloved

Sacred is your hand

What's in the hopper today?

This was 200 yards upstream from where the body was found.

Cute kid.

Such a pretty head.

Chopped off by something very sharp - an ax or cIeaver.

The bIow must have been very severe.

For this pretty head to Iose its neck required a strong stroke.

Her vagina contained a huge amount of sperm - three or four times the usuaI.

Any cIues at the scene?

CouId it have been group sex?

Based on the evidence,

I doubt she was gang-banged or even raped.

It was more IikeIy a wiId night of Iove.

No sign of a struggIe.

Therefore she received the semen wiIIingIy.

Better check with mentaI hospitaIs

in case some sex-starved patient has escaped.

Was the murder weapon found?

Yes, these nickeI-pIated Champions.

They're the finest made.

Cosmic rays

streamed through our coupIed bodies.

We puIsated to the vibrations of the universe.

But he couIdn't bear it.

He had to go one step further.

VIadimir is a man of nobIe impetuousness...

a man of great ambition...

and immense energy.

He's romantic,

ascetic,

a genuine Red Fascist.

Comrades...

even now I'm not ashamed of my communist past.

Before the Earth stops turning

Before the lights grow dim

To each one, Lord, l pray thee

Grant what is needful to him

To the wise one, a ready wit

To the coward, a horse, pray do

To the fortunate, some money

But remember, l'm here too

Before the Earth stops turning

Of thy power without end

To the one in want of power

Thy appointed portion lend

To the one whose hand is open

Grant rest from charity

The gift of remorse to Cain

But also remember me

O Lord, thou art all-knowing

l believe in thy wisdom then

As the fallen soldier believes

ln heaven he's alive again

As every ear believes

Thy quiet word as true

As all men must believe

They know not what they do

O Lord, my God

O green-eyed one

Before the Earth stops turning

And all our pain is done

While fires still burn in the heavens

And the day yet rises anew

Grant to each some little thing

And remember, l'm here too

Grant to each some little thing

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