... you walk by your cat and call him by his name, but preface it with "Comrade".

Seriously. I just did. Comrade Rammstein, in my case.

Your turn! Don't be shy.

"You know you're spending too much time on The People's Cube when..."

When you go to church and pray comrade God.

BTW, this comradette believes that comrade Obama is apostle of comrade Christ, the son of comrade God.

https://www.examiner.com/article/florida-professor-obama-an-apostle-sent-to-create-heaven-here-on-earth

You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...
... you read a random book cover at a store and it sounds like a spoof from the Cube.

It happened to me today. The book was titled "Guide to the End of the World: a user-friendly approach."

... your first thought as you drive by a billboard is how the image/caption could be "modified" for a current Cube topic.

You can NEVER spend too much time here comrades! During this special time of the year it is even more important to have the korrekt thinking flowing through your head as you dig your beets!

Your efforts and contributions to the collective & the trickle-wown effect to the proles and peasants has paid off, and the fruits of your labors are very sweet indeed!

I offer this proof to the inner circle and being less equal than others here I take no credit for this insparational discovery.....





Dec172012 from moonbatery dot com

Twas the Night Before Marxmas


No aspect of our lives will be left untouched by Obama’s fundamental transformation of America. As we have seen, not even classics like “Twas the Night Before Christmas” are off limits from liberal reformers. Here is a new version of the poem for the Age of Obama, compliments of AC:


Twas the night before Marxmas, and all through the grad,
Not a worker was working; the market’s too bad.
The stockings were empty and that’s how they’d stay,
Because presents were rationed and coal went away.

The children were thinking of the people’s school,
Where they praise Comrade Chairman because that was the rule.
Momma was trying for kid number six,
To bump up her check and pay for her fix.

When out in the Square there arose such a clatter,
Was another spy caught? What could be the matter?
I expected to see another traitor denounced,
But instead, a man, his beard quite pronounced.

The moon shone bright on the snow on each home,
Global warming had chilled us, right down to the bone.
When, what my wandering eyes did see,
Was a detachment of men from the NKVD!

With a full bearded leader, his face not quite dark,
I knew in a moment it was Comrade Marx!
More rapid than eagles his enforcers came,
They knocked on my door and demanded my name.

They yelled “Open up, Comrade!” in their angry tone,
Suspicious that Bibles might be in my home.
They kicked in the door and what did they see,
But a computer, its browser on Moonbattery!

I said, “My neighbor, he did that, if you want to know.
“Me, myself, I love Barry O!
“For him? I cast ballots at least counting eight.
“My neighbor? Likes Limbaugh, and thinks he is great.”

His Tok, how it twinkled, his men, how they stared,
Looking at nothing, the whole flat was bare.
He said, “Well done, comrade!” with a pleasing tone,
“We go roust that bagger right out of his home.

“Your word is enough, all charges will hold.
“Traitor be shipped down Siberian road.
“For praying to Jesus and clinging to guns.
“And keeping money he makes from a business that runs.

“For voting for Mitt and LTC West.
“We shall give this traitor his much needed rest!”
With a snap of his fingers he beckoned his guard,
But not before filling my EBT card.

They spoke not a word as they went to work,
As they kicked in the door and arrested the jerk.
Handcuffed and bleeding, and dragged out in fright,
And thrown into a trunk in the middle of the night.

He sprang to his ZIL, and put it in gear,
Taking my neighbor away to just disappear.
But I heard him exclaim, just as off he drove,
“Merry Marxmas to all, and stay poor, dear tov!”

spymyeyes wrote:Twas the Night Before Marxmas

Comrade spymyeyes ,
Was this photo taken before or after ol'papasantoMarx punched the Aryan nation in the face for it's heresies?

Comrade slacker,

I know not when this photo of our "original" dear leader was taken, but it does bring a gap-toothed smile to my vodka-stained lips everytime I see it!

You know you're spending too much time on The People's Cube when, as you're waking up, the phrase "visions of sugarbeets danced in their heads" pops into your head unbidden.

Happened this morning :)

PS - I KNEW I wasn't the only one!!

BTW, comrade is the same word like Italian camerata and German Kamerad. Both these words were used by fascists and nazis, respectively.

Thinking these days. The biggest damage that nazism did to the mankind is not what books enlist. It is the fact that it legitimized communism. Without nazism, communism would have fallen very quick. It was indeed vastly unpopular.

This is not to belittle damages that books report. Also, it's clear that both are fruits of the same tree. At its roots stands Malthus, and this is very little talked about.

You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...

...You have a dog whom you occasionally call "Puppy" as an endearment, and one day you call him "Pupovich."

...You sit at the dinner table complaining about friends who've given up their lives to spend all their time on Facebook playing Gulagville--and you meant to say, "Farmville."

...Red Square is no longer thought of as a place in Moscow, but a person in your life.

...You find yourself giggling at Doctor Zhivago, or you did until November 2008, and now the movie just plain scares you.

...Every time you see a distraught Muslim woman on TV, you say, "Hey look, everybody, it's Flat Fatima!"

...Every time you see a mime, you think of Mikael Rudolph.

R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:You know you're spending too much time on The People's Cube when, as you're waking up, the phrase "visions of sugarbeets danced in their heads" pops into your head unbidden.

VisionsOfSugarbeets.jpg

Happened this morning :)

PS - I KNEW I wasn't the only one!!

Comrade R.O.C.K., are you telling the Collective that Pamalinksy has also dreamed your dream?

Well, after all, it is a Collective dream, is it not?

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...

...You find yourself giggling at Doctor Zhivago, or you did until November 2008, and now the movie just plain scares you.

Commissarka, this hits too close to home.

Speaking of which... I wonder when the 0bamanation occupiers are scheduled to invade make our home more equal?

You're spending too much time on The Cube when pictures of Obama and those of his administration are the largest memory files on your computer.

....when reading a map you see the city of Krasnodar and say "I know that guy!"

You know you are spending too much time on The People's Cube when the picture you posted on your FaceBook from your trip to Vegas is:

and nobody gets it. Yes Comrades, it is sadly true.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:
...Every time you see a distraught Muslim woman on TV, you say, "Hey look, everybody, it's Flat Fatima!"

Islamic Rage Boy too.

You catch yourself whistling the old Soviet National anthem.
You have a bumper sticker on you Lada that reads, "My other car is a Zil"
You refer to The President as "Dear Leader.
You start to think Pinky is hot.

THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!! You are all behaving braggadociosingly of your time within the Cubbery, and I, your dear Fraulein, have been trapped, locked out and excluded to the gulag for 3 weeks, unable and incapable of unlocking the toilet door. I denounce all this post as discriminatory and racist!
But have a Merry Winter Solstice to all...

A comrade gives you a Rubik's cube for Marxmas and you return it to the store because it is defective - the dots on the faces are all different colors.

You watch CNN and read the NY Times only to look for stories you can satirize.

When introduced to a new acquaintance, you ask how many child persons are associated with her family unit and where her collective is located.

You write "womyn" without realizing it.

When you see an empty mason jar, you wonder what happened to the brain inside.

You start to snicker whenever someone mentions "beets".

Comrade R.O.C.K. - is that you with your comrade cat?

Comrade Square, negatory on that, although there IS a remarkable resemblance on the part of the kitteh to Rammstein - and now I know where my tinfoil has been disappearing to!

One can never spend too much time in the Cube:



--KOOK

R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:Comrade Square, negatory on that, although there IS a remarkable resemblance on the part of the kitteh to Rammstein - and now I know where my tinfoil has been disappearing to!

So is that bespectacled comrade your cat's handler? You may want to secretly follow your Comrade Rammstein outside sometime and discover his dead drop location.

Pssssst - I have secretly placed a People's Tracking Device inside Rammstein's CubeCollar™ - there is a very special place in the Gulag for cats, you know...

Hopefully he doesn't read this. He tends to hang out mostly in the People's Karaoke section.

--You keep trying to learn Russian (even when you forget all the grammar as soon as you learn it)

--You find yourself pulling out your old books from college for research....when you were a Marxist wannabe.

--You start feeling less angry at your stupid liberal relatives, and more amused, since you can use their prattle for Cube material!

You 'imagine' the cube everywhere.

Comrades
I want to confess. I have been overcubing to the the extent that I gave shovels to all my Union Officers at our retiree Marxmas party so they could share in glorious experience by truly laboring for the Collective. Their response something to behold, but you had to be there.
Otherwise, you know you've been on the Cube too much when even after your conversion you place your old worn figures of the Holy Family on top of your new model of Lenin's tomb.

You know that you are spending too much time on ThePeoplesCube if you call your second degree Reeducation.

You know you are spending too much time on The Cube when you buy this:


John Boehner: "I said I'm sorry, what else can I say? Sniff, sniff, sniff.........


Does this photo make me look too much like a Bassett Hound?

Or, did I just simply bend this post the wrong way?

I need to know this from you in order to 'proceed.' "

I know we are paid the big bucks to be cynical, sarcastic and brutally sardonic but sometimes I feel sorry for old John. Not all the time, mind you, just some times. The old boy has been dealt a tough hand.

Dearest People's Comrade,

I am most appreciative of your intervention on some of my earlier posts, acting as a "troll intervenor" only when I asked for it. For this, I am most appreciative and you did add a most welcome impetus to them, turning everything after that into a joyous celebration of proggism. For this, you have my utmost respect.

Now I know your are truly jiving me and, for this, and the way you did it, I am in awe! Yes, poor, poor John! Yeah, that's the ticket! Good one, Comrade!

You're spending too much time on The Cube When, as with those involved in MMORPGamers’ worlds¹,

[attachment=0]outside_mmorpg.jpg[/attachment]Ushanka tip to TVTropes

the Cubeworld² seems more real than the Real World.



^{1, 2}Both are in reality more real than the world the feral gov’mint plays in.

These musicians must be spending too much time on the Cube:

Apparatjik are a supergroup. But they’re no ordinary supergroup. Announcing themselves as a collective, fusing interests in science and culture, it consists of Guy Berryman (Coldplay), Jonas Bjerre (Mew), Magne Furuholmen (a-ha), and producer Martin Terefe.

A quick look on Wikipedia reveals that the bands name is the Swedish word for apparatchik, which is of Russian origin and is used to describe “people who cause bureaucratic bottlenecks in otherwise efficient organisations”. Nice.

The group recently made their live debut in a specially constructed cube at the Club Transmediale festival, in Berlin. On the same date, 01022010, Apparatjik’s debut album was released through https://www.apparatjik.com.

Leaving alone the completely misguided definition of "apparatchik," everything else fits. A quick look at https://www.apparatjik.com reveals their recent hit, "If You Can, Solve This Jumble."

I think I know what they mean...

This is definitely a member of our collective who spends too much time on the People's Cube:

More Cubeheads:

Clearly, Comrade Red Square, you have DNA links to Salvador Dali.

Oh yeah, and that other guy, Magritte.

Nice.

When you use our warped style of satire in a political discussion with your progressive friends and they have no clue you are making fun of them. Moreover, they think your viewpoints are brilliant. An example would be when they think it is a "good start" or "time to set an example" at the suggestion of disarming the Secret Service and making the White House a "gun free zone", or they applaud your idea of applying your local school's "zero tolerance" weapons and violence speech codes to not only the students, but also to the faculty and curriculum, especially in history and social studies.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...

...You have a dog whom you occasionally call "Puppy" as an endearment, and one day you call him "Pupovich."

...You sit at the dinner table complaining about friends who've given up their lives to spend all their time on Facebook playing Gulagville--and you meant to say, "Farmville."

...Red Square is no longer thought of as a place in Moscow, but a person in your life.

...You find yourself giggling at Doctor Zhivago, or you did until November 2008, and now the movie just plain scares you.

...Every time you see a distraught Muslim woman on TV, you say, "Hey look, everybody, it's Flat Fatima!"

...Every time you see a mime, you think of Mikael Rudolph.

... you are sitting at the dinner table with the spousal unit and you BEG her to whack you with her shovel.

Smells Like Peoples Cube

...you look for the "Prog Off" or "Quote" button before responding to an article in the comment section of a non-cube news site.

John Frum wrote:When you go to church and pray comrade God.

BTW, this comradette believes that comrade Obama is apostle of comrade Christ, the son of comrade God.

Speaking of comrade god, a gem from the early '60s:

.
... you not only 24/7 see Cube, hear Cube, speak Cube, but also obsessively work on Further Glorious Equalization of the Polish Cube Variant (Polish Comrades Modify The People's Cube To Their Needs).

Red Square wrote:... More Cubeheads ...

... and you see your mind going Cubic, when, being shown an Albrecht Dürer (yeah, that Albrecht Dürer), all you see is cubes :

<serious-ON> yep, no kiddin' : that above is a study by Dürer, of A. D. 1525. (and it wasn't a whim - Dürer used this method extensively, on full-body scale, to grasp Reality.) <serious-OFF>.

R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:... Seriously. I just did. Comrade Rammstein, in my case ...

You R.O.C.K. , Comrade !
And, whad did sweet Comrade Rammstein do ? did he* immediately meow Revoolooshn! ?

* here I beg to brazenly appropriate Comrade Rammstein's gender-aura ― according to my ability, though possibly not according to Rammstein's (genderwise) needs.


P.S. vee Krauts, vee very prout venn Rammstein go Amiland !
and vee Krauts, vee very happi for Ramstein AFB ! _______________(ok, some Krauts ...)

.
What if we started this topic : Kitty Rammstein called Comrade, whereupon . . . ?

Given the attractor "Kitty", the so-called traffic on Cube, in raw numbers, would not quadruple, not square, it would cube ! a KKKapitalistic bonanza ! and, no doubt, Trump would try to get leverage out of this !

Yet, Comrades - don’t get distracted (Kitty? phew!), as The Revoolooshn demands our attention, like those 72 virgins in Heaven ! no distractions, apage Satanas ! and back to our shovels ...

You know you've spent too much time on the Cube when the satire becomes real (note the order of the wording.)

When you see a squirrel and think "Craptek!"

when, in correspondence with the outer-Kube universe (sure there is such, studies say), you catch your inner Comrade writing ‒ in jovial mindlessness ‒ kollektive, KKKapitalism, Amerikkka, kubic.

Chairman Miaow!

R.O.C.K. in the USSA wrote:... you walk by your cat and call him by his name, but preface it with "Comrade".

Seriously. I just did. Comrade Rammstein, in my case.

Your turn! Don't be shy.

"You know you're spending too much time on The People's Cube when..."

Cat_Comrade.jpg

Shouldn't that be "Kolkhozville"?

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...

...You have a dog whom you occasionally call "Puppy" as an endearment, and one day you call him "Pupovich."

...You sit at the dinner table complaining about friends who've given up their lives to spend all their time on Facebook playing Gulagville--and you meant to say, "Farmville."

...Red Square is no longer thought of as a place in Moscow, but a person in your life.

...You find yourself giggling at Doctor Zhivago, or you did until November 2008, and now the movie just plain scares you.

...Every time you see a distraught Muslim woman on TV, you say, "Hey look, everybody, it's Flat Fatima!"

...Every time you see a mime, you think of Mikael Rudolph.

You hear this Frank Turner song on the radio hear shovel & instantly think of the Cube .

you spent definitely too much time pressing your face against the window of the cube forum, when the idea strikes you to join that glorious collective ^^

greetings from the European Soviet Republik of Germany


this is just a test message from a test cat!

Comrade! Your anti-Social attitude has been noted. There is no such thing as too much time spent furthering the socialist collective future! You have two channels to choose from now. Channel one is glorious Pravda of the peoples party 24/7. Channel two is... never mind what channel 2 is comrade! Turn back to channel one! You have been warned!

You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...

you've written over 600 tunes in The People's Karaoke

When you know your cat spends too much time on the People's Cube...

Red Square's cat - Cat Square.

Ahhhh! The Peoples Cube. A breath of fresh air in a garden of stinkweed. Refreshing indeed and for one whose journey in life has brought him into the shadow of mile marker 80, I'm so damned happy I could fart! Being a retired mixed-specialties physician, I'm one of the rare few still around who can lay claim to such distnction. Although my practice was limited to patients of the female persuasion(in Urology, Proctology, and OB/GYN, sexing my newer patients in the years just prior to retirement became quite a strain on me. The last of those NEW patients I had was a tranny. It introduced itself to me as..."Hi Doc. I'm Phyliss, but you can call me Phil."who complained that she/he was no longer able to attain erection. I gave her/him/it a complimentary bottle of brandy (as the Christmas holidays were upon us)and sent her/him/it on her/his/it's way....WHEW...this stuff gets dizzying.

Alas...to my maiden contribution to this institution of mind-weary outcasts.

I recently chanced upon this creative work of analysis and back-tracked it here. There is one significant indicator here in this mind-numbing depiction of reality that is common to all demonRATs of the little 'd' party.




It is identified here as the "PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY NODE". In 'normal persons', those whose intellect is driven by rationale decision-making as opposed to emotion, we would find said node to be much more significant in size and with a multiple synapse structure that provides a widely-dispersed linkage to all primary brain receptor areas.

In this particular brain frontal lobe one may readily observe an anomaly. Even though in civil society the continuing success of such societies is directly dependent upon the assumption of "the ethic of personal responsibility" (as a far-reaching influence of behaviors and behavioral reactions), in this distorted roadmap of insanity we find it to not only be miniscule in size, but to be under constant physical pressure. Progressive hereditary influences now start to make sense.

If you understand that the color red represents those areas of the liberal brain that we call metastatic centers, that help to spread cancerous lesions throughout the brain, then some
things become very obvious. They are that the "KARL MARX SHRINE", the largest red-area, presents as the modern-era origin of Socialist/Communist theology influences that erodes the 'normal' belief system. As such, it has impacted the frontal lobe panic button and by virtue of it's destructive nature has broken it down into three distinct and separate areas.



A modern-era Manmade Global Warming Panic Center that is now totally surrounded by an 'in-progress' outer membrane of orange with a mix of red, malignant stage 3B lymphoma growths. Research is ongoing despite great resistance from patient groups.


What is not so obvious, except upon very close inspection, is just how the pressure building within that particular Panic Center has already forced cancerous cells outward an in-between the Moral Relativity and Smarter Than Thou areas to seed a brand new, albeit miniscule now, frontal lobe malformation right up against the dormant Personal Responsibility Node. A potentially catastrophic event!

Lastly, here is also a third, sad observation to be made by this latest of updated brain analysis pictorials. It is the presence of THBS (The Head-Bangers Syndrome) made all too apparent by the front-lobe swelling at the Smarter Than Thou impact point, which - as anyone may observe - has become flattened by the accumulated build-up of scar-tissue.

Without delving further into the liberal mind, or lack thereof, it is fair to conclude that if we can draw some corrective therapy to these primary areas of concern we will have made significant progress into the purging of the rubber-stamping mindset in our society.

You know you're spending too much time on The Cube™ when...
....you can solve the People's Cube with your eyes closed.

I've NOT been spending enough time on the cube.

I shall place myself under arrest and put myself in gulag.