For if it was the old Soviet Union the door to your
apartment would have been kicked in, you would have been pulled out of your
warm bed in the middle of the night, by several really nasty individuals, blind
folded, dragged down the stair of the building and thrown into the back of a
Black Maria. There would have been a very
cold ride to Lubjanskaja
Ploschadj, 2, (Lubyanka headquarters of the KGB), where you would
be shown the error of your ways, and allowed to change your mind on the subject,
and come to your senses.
After you had come to your senses and realized the enormity
of your error, and had professed to those present that this type of mistake
would never ever happen again, as demonstrated by your own hand written and
signed confession, never mind that you really did not write it, but it was your
signature on the document, they (you know the really nasty individual who
brought you to this place) would help you make sure that it would never happen
again, since in the course of your conversion from the wrong path to right path
you suffered a 9mm hemorrhage.
That was the old Soviet Union.
You know the place where you had the right to say anything ONCE.
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