1990’s: “I wonder if we could brew booze out of jet fuel”

2020’s: “I wonder if we could brew jet fuel out of booze”

Holy shit chapo was right about it.

Irish famine 1845-49: caused by Brits

British famine 2026-?: also caused by Brits

More like the horse dewormer would be even more popular

No idea, but if anything they doubled on it

Jaka imponująca wiedza prosto z wiki, nic dziwnego że gówno wiesz, albo jesteś dzieciak albo z cinkcianskiej rodziny, dlatego teraz tak ujadasz na PRL, jakby nie PRL i ZSRR to byś wczasy miał w kominie u Adolfa.

Again, i’m not talking about wczasy pod gruszą, just ordinary wczasy pracownicze they did cost some money but it was laughable amount compared to anytime in capitalism, and we weren’t even speaking about cost. Again you seem like 90’s kid so full of 90’s reality

I’m not talking about kolonie but wczasy, families went there, but if you were born after 1989 then you would naturally do not know about it as it was one of the first things slashed by our benevolent comprador overlords.

Looks like a vital component of next Tesla car.

Yes, this is WaPo mission declaration

You clearly do, since from my memory (granted, from Poland, not USSR) i never met any worker or worker children who was not going to vacations yearly before 1989. So either Poland was vastly better than USSR or your article is shit, or the definition of “dacha” and “vacations” vastly vary.

This is how Wisława Szymborska, literature Nobel laureate for poetry, wrote about death of Stalin, of course now she is bashed for it:

TEN DZIEŃ (THIS DAY)

Jeszcze dzwonek, ostry dzwonek w uszach brzmi.
Kto u progu? Z jaką wieścią, i tak wcześnie?
Nie chcę wiedzieć. Może ciągle jestem we śnie.
Nie podejdę, nie otworzę drzwi.

Czy to ranek na oknami, mroźna skra
tak oślepia, że dokoła patrzę łzami?
Czy to zegar tak zadudnił sekundami.
Czy to moje własne serce werbel gra?

Póki nikt z was nie wypowie pierwszych słów,
brak pewności jest nadzieją, towarzysze…
Milczę. Wiedzą, że to czego nie chcę słyszeć -
muszę czytać z pochylonych głów.

Jaki rozkaz przekazuje nam
na sztandarach rewolucji profil czwarty?
Pod sztandarem rewolucji wzmacniać warty!
Wzmocnić warty u wszystkich bram!

Oto Partia - ludzkości wzrok.
Oto Partia: siła ludów i sumienie.
Nic nie pójdzie z jego życia w zapomnienie.
Jego Partia rozgarnia mrok.

Niewzruszony drukarski znak
drżenia ręki mej piszącej nie przekaże,
nie wykrzywi go ból, łza nie zmaże.
A to słusznie. A to nawet lepiej tak."

It was literal labour benefit vacation in state owned or coop resorts for which most of workforce was legible, which you would know if you actually read that one line instead of fixating over the word “dacha” like the pavlov’s dog fed on anticommunist propaganda.

Fraud - absurd markups and cheating vassals.

Killary cares not from whence the blood flows, only that it flows

The bumps it ran into along the way were bumps any socialist state would have to run into, especially the first set of socialist states.

Criticizing the first attempt of a socialist state of being imperfect is especially dishonest since if we compare it with first attempts at capitalism we see literally all the genocidal euro empires at the forefront of building capitalism.

Internationale

There mere fact that there is ambulance market, is fucked up beyond belief.

I wouldn eat that sawdust shit even if they paid me 7$ per pack. Idk if the version sold in the USA is different than the one in Poland (if anything it’s probably worse since Polish and EU stricter food control and admission rules) but all other chips are much better.