"The Soviet system of government," I said, "is closely structured around the central authority of the state that projects its will through the various state agencies, unto the people. That's a hidden heritage of the Byzantine system. On this basis the Soviet Union has its roots squarely in Byzantine orthodoxy. The Soviet Union has thereby based its structure on a doctrine that denies a person's identity as a human being. I suggested that this ideology was an ideal setup for implementing communism, which was an imperial creation cooked up by the British Empire in its secret-service workshops of Lord Palmerston and his agent David Urquhart. Palmerston and Urquhart became the guiding sponsors of Karl Marx who gave his name to the imperial of communism that was intended to destroy Russia. Marx became both the author by name of the imperial product and the delivery boy who brought it Russia as a Trojan Horse. The product was created by the British Empire as a Trojan Horse designed to destroy the competing Empire of Russia. It was evidently precisely tailored for Russia in a way that it fits the already existing background of the Byzantine model."

      Anton shook her head.

      "I hope I am wrong," I said. "I sincerely do. However, if I'm not wrong great caution might be in order to protect yourself."

      Anton nodded.

      "On the other hand," I said cautiously, "I also sincerely hope that I am right, because the unperverted, the original idea, of Christianity had uplifted humanity to the highest level of worth and quality imaginable, even to be called the sons of God, or as Jesus had put it, that is to be one with God. I pointed out to Anton that this concept is absolutely profound, as the idea of an 'ordinary' or 'common' person, such as the royals call the 'commoners,' is impossible to perceive on that platform. This image of mankind renders you and me, and all mankind as gems in the universe with infinite worth. Fortunately for us all, this platform appears to be the truth as far I can determine."

      "You won't find this reflected in the Soviet system," Anton interjected.

      "Nor in any imperial system," I added. "It is hard to find anywhere, actually, but I love it, and especially so since I think it is the truth."

      "Unfortunately that leaves us to consider the perversion that has infested our world and affects it deeply," said Anton quietly.

      "Obviously the perversion was engineered to degrade mankind. It was subsequently promoted by almost every empire that ever existed. The perversion still as a strong force in the world. No 'royal' person, for example, would ever marry a 'commoner.' This horrid distinction would have been impossible to perceive in the original Christian ideology, but it is now fully supported in the Roman/Byzantine perversion of it that has become the 'religion' of imperialism. The perversion has relegated God into the heavens, and humanity as the common masses into the dust of the ground, while the priesthood or royalty and now the imperial state have rendered themselves in Christ's stead into the middle position as the ordained rulers of the 'common' man."

      "Aristotle had called this the theory of natural slavery," said Anton, which might explain where the Roman got it from. Wasn't Aristotle the man who effectively invented ideological perversion? He is said to have been a student of Plato, but in real life he turned everything that Plato stood upside down. The Romans must have loved him."

      "That is the type of perversion that communism is apparently built on and still reflects," I said to her. "It is built on the acknowledgment of a 'common' people. You wouldn't hear that from Plato. While the communist state is committed to the upgrading of the living condition of the common people, it is not built on the universal lateral platform of 'We the People' as we once wrote in big letters in America. Of course we lost our 'We the People' in America too."

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