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Seems like old times: Here I am getting denounced by a young apparatchik named Alyona Minkovski of Russia Today, who’s taking me to task for, oh, watch for yourself:

 
As I wrote in the New York Post column she cites:
Closely watching wannabe jihadis not only at home but across the country and around the world, the NYPD has foiled countless terror operations, including plots to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge, the subway system, the Stock Exchange, the trans-Hudson tunnels and JFK Airport, among others.

But try to tell that to the Associated Press, which for months now has been waging a journalistic jihad against the NYPD and its counterterrorism tactics in the name of “civil rights.”

Was the AP born yesterday?

There’s always a gap between what public officials say to the “gotcha” media and what they actually must do — especially when it comes to terrorism. If officials could candidly talk about the daily reports they get about possible lethal jihadist activity, the country would be in a state of permanent panic.
So — like the Pentagon calling Major Nidal Malik Hasan’s murder of 13 defenseless service members at Fort Hood, Tex., in 2009 “workplace violence” — they publicly downplay localized, spontaneous jihad, even as they seek to combat it behind the scenes.
Ms. Minkovski is perhaps not aware (or, as a state-supported-media lackey, perhaps she is) that I spent a good deal of my career behind the Iron Curtain, especially during the years 1985–1991, so I’ve seen her propaganda tactics up close and personal, as practiced by the best the Rodina had to offer. In fact, I left her native Soviet Union just a couple of weeks before the coup against Gorbachev triggered its final death throes. (For a pungent description of what the U.S.S.R. was like back then, non-squeamish readers are invited to sample my first novel, Exchange Alley, available on Kindle.)

Alyona, tovarish, you can also read about the good old days right here. Pravda! Although it’s clear from your report that mutual-exclusion logic is not your strong suit — there’s no contradiction at all between not wanting every American citizen treated like a potential terrorist and at the same time not worrying much over whether the New York City Police Department is keeping prophylactic tabs on historically and culturally antagonistic newcomers whose coreligionists were responsible for 9/11 — at least you can still learn a thing or two about doomed socialist systems:
It became manifestly clear to me what was utterly invisible to the CIA and the State Department: that here was a dying society, which needed only one swift, hard kick to cause the whole rotten edifice to collapse. I even wrote a book proposal about the inevitability of German reunification, which naturally was turned down by every publisher in New York. There were lots of reasons why it wasn’t for them, as the rejection-letter boilerplate goes, but the two principal ones were: a) the Soviet Union would never allow it and, b) the United States would never allow it. Luckily, neither country had a choice in the matter.

The last act played out just a couple of months later when, on the night of Nov. 8-9, 1989, die Mauer finally toppled. By the time I got to Berlin, entrepreneurs were renting out sledgehammers. I grabbed one, took my forty whacks and collected my chipped-concrete souvenirs of the ultimate end of any fascist state: one that imprisons its own people lest they learn they have been living a lie. There were gaping holes, through which you could reach out and shake hands with the Vopos, the Volkspolizei (People’s Police) and with soldiers from the Volksarmee. People danced atop the wall, music played — it was the biggest street party in Europe since the Liberation of Paris. . . . Two years later, the Soviet Union itself fell.
Goodbye and good riddance to all that, as they say. Or so we thought at the time; the failure of Soviet communism was so spectacular that even the American Left temporarily abandoned it until they could figure out a way to jump-start their New Soviet Man project again.

But apparently the stench of Communist failure is something every generation, including the Moscow-born, U.C. Santa Cruz–educated Ms. Minkovski, has to smell for itself. Now, Alyona, pay attention closely to what’s coming next and be sure to click on the link for a history lesson:
Twenty years on, how quickly we forget. Some former East Germans openly grumble about the loss of “social cohesion” that naturally attends life in a well-regulated police state, and of course the Soviet Union has never lacked for apologists, either in the cradle or in the grave. To this day, the evil that it did lives on in the form of its fellow travelers — now apparently well represented in the Obama Administration — in its penetration agents and, most sinisterly, in the hidden moles of its continuing “illegals” program (Directorate S of the old KGB First Chief Directorate), which surreptitiously identifies, supports and boosts the careers of native-born Americans — no Boris Badenovs need apply — who are sympathetic to socialism and Marxism-Leninism, and work diligently to undermine their own countries. At the time, I was friendly with one of the KGB’s most famous officers, whose brother ran the illegals program, and he told me that an American illegal had risen to the rank of ambassador. Whether they have had greater success since then is the subject of much speculation. The struggle between liberty and tyranny, to use Mark Levin’s phrase, continues apace, and eternal vigilance really is its price. Whether we still want to pay it is open to question.
I wrote that for Big Government in November 2009. Off current evidence, the question is more open than ever. As little Carol Anne says in Poltergeist II: “They’re baa-ack.”

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