That’s what the founder of the former Soviet Union called all the plebs who they whipped-up into the streets to push out the Czar. Once the Czar was gone, they gladly let the useful idiots sweep them into power — after which those same idiots were sorry for what they brought upon themselves. Dylan was wrong — the times they are not a-changin’. The masters are still shepherding around their useful idiots today.
Among today’s useful idiots are the demonstrators outside of the KNEW station in San Francisco. They are there because they allegedly don’t like what Michael Savage recently had to say about illegal aliens. I say ‘allegedly’ because I suspect that very few of them could tell you what it is that he said if you were to ask them.
I speak from personal experience, having mixed-in with the Young Socialist Alliance in the fall of 1976 in my first year at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. Hardly any of us young morons had any idea of why we were there or what we hoped to accomplish by being there. Boy oh boy…did we have fun burning Ford and Carter in effigy. Of course, we didn’t know why we did not like either the Republican or Democrat presidential candidate. Neither did we know why we liked our man.
I was able to see thru this within a couple of weeks and left them. I had not as yet heard the term “useful idiot” — but, I sure felt like one.
It is time for the supposed supporters of illegal immigrant ‘rights’ to wake up and smell the roses. For, as in Lenin’s Russia, Mao’s China, Castro’s Cuba, and everywhere else the useful idiots are successfully used by the Commys to put themselves into power — their first act after gaining power is to get rid of those plebs who swept them into power. They do this to accomplish two things: (1) to make sure that they are not available for use by the next batch of dictators who would wish to supplant them, and (2) to set an example for anyone else who would in the future consider voicing their opposition.
Consider Saddam Hussein: it is said that he once assembled his cronies into a large conference hall and began by lauding himself and all of his followers. The crowd love it. They partied hardy. Then…Saddam began to discuss those who were with them in body only, but who’s loyalties lay elsewhere. As the cameras were rolling, he began to name names, and as each name rolled from his trembling lips and amid his tear-filled eyes, a goon squad would appear next to the named individual and escort him from among the presence of the chosen ones — soon to assume room temperature. Needless to say, the party mood soon subsided, and people were in fear that their name would be announced next. For some…their fears were well-founded. Copies of the video were sent as required viewing all over the country. Found by American troops in Saddam’s personal library — and obviously well-read — were books by Marx, Lenin, Stalin, and others of that Commy ilk.
