I Caught My Dad Watching Communist Propaganda

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.Xi appeared, spoke again of pride and honour, then the communist party. Their love for nation so deep, and solidarity unbreakable. He mentioned the Japanese. The wretched damned enemies were no match for China who thoroughly defeated them during the war, he proclaimed.He spoke of the war. Don’t forget the war. They shared their victories, commemorated their strength, celebrated the day China displayed her might to the world. Never forget the war. Let me remind you about the war, don’t forget the war. Never.“Arise! Arise! Arise!Millions of but one heartBraving the enemies’ fire! March on!”Citizens sang with their hearts, standing tall, waving their red flags in their hands. They clamoured together in front of Tian An Men. The image seemed familiar, perhaps conjured up by the North Korean funeral of the passing of Kim Jong il. I wondered to mys

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elf, if they knew about the bloodshed at the very place they stood.The 70th anniversary. Planes flew by formed the 70 sign. 70 years of CCP. 70 years since the war.Then the veterans appeared. The commentator hit a high tone, this time there were two of them. Their voice enthusiastically explained the meaning of their sacrifice, as they rode by the parade methodically waving their hands.“I enjoy this show, I used to like watching them during my childhood,” my Dad suddenly spoke, referring to the Singapore National Day parade. “they remind of better times. Of pride and nationhood. Now, .. no more.. hah.”He laments the lack of nationalism. That is the allure of the sparkles and the shiny of the communist regime.<figure id="abf4"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption></figcaption></figure></article></body>

The allure of the Chinese dream.

He was openly watching the chinese national day parade on a non-eventful day, for leisure.

The YouTube video blasted on the TV screen – the national TV was down that day. No, we were not living in China.

The military marching song played, while a zealous commentator lauded the pride and achievement of their great nation.

Soldiers marched to the steady beat in perfect synch, in iconic goose steps. Men sang in unison.

Xi appeared, spoke again of pride and honour, then the communist party. Their love for nation so deep, and solidarity unbreakable. He mentioned the Japanese. The wretched damned enemies were no match for China who thoroughly defeated them during the war, he proclaimed.

He spoke of the war. Don’t forget the war. They shared their victories, commemorated their strength, celebrated the day China displayed her might to the world. Never forget the war. Let me remind you about the war, don’t forget the war. Never.

“Arise! Arise! Arise!

Millions of but one heart

Braving the enemies’ fire! March on!”

Citizens sang with their hearts, standing tall, waving their red flags in their hands. They clamoured together in front of Tian An Men. The image seemed familiar, perhaps conjured up by the North Korean funeral of the passing of Kim Jong il. I wondered to myself, if they knew about the bloodshed at the very place they stood.

The 70th anniversary. Planes flew by formed the 70 sign. 70 years of CCP. 70 years since the war.

Then the veterans appeared. The commentator hit a high tone, this time there were two of them. Their voice enthusiastically explained the meaning of their sacrifice, as they rode by the parade methodically waving their hands.

“I enjoy this show, I used to like watching them during my childhood,” my Dad suddenly spoke, referring to the Singapore National Day parade. “they remind of better times. Of pride and nationhood. Now, .. no more.. hah.”

He laments the lack of nationalism. That is the allure of the sparkles and the shiny of the communist regime.