At the End Our Endurance:
Can there still be anyone among us who is unaware of our troubles, covered up though they are by mendacious statistics? For seventy years in laboured pursuit of a purblind and malignant Marxist-Leninist utopia, we have lost a full third of our population - lives yielded up to the executioner or squandered in the ineptly, almost suicidally waged “Patriotic War".‘ We have forfeited our earlier abundance, destroyed the peasant class together with its settlements, deprived the raising of crops of its whole purpose and the soil of its ability to yield a harvest, while flooding the land with man-made seas and swamps.
The environs of our cities are befouled by the effluents of our primitive industry, we have poisoned our rivers, lakes, and fish, and today we are obliterating our last resources of clean water, air, and soil, speeding the process by the addition of nuclear death, further supplemented by the storage of Western radioactive wastes for money. Depleting our natural wealth for the sake of grandiose future conquests under a crazed leadership, we have cut down our luxuriant forests and plundered our earth of its incomparable riches — the irreplaceable inheritance of our great-grandchildren — in order to sell them off abroad with uncaring hand. We have saddled our women with backbreaking, impossibly burdensome labour, torn them from their children, and have abandoned the children themselves to disease, brutishness, and a semblance of education. Our health care is utterly neglected, there are no medicines, and we have even for-gotten the meaning of a proper diet. Millions lack housing, and a helplessness bred of the absence of personal rights permeates the entire country. And throughout all this we cling to only one thing: that we should not be deprived of unlimited drunkenness.
Human beings are so constituted that we can put up with such ruination and madness even when they last a lifetime, but God forbid that anyone should dare to offend or slight our nationality!