This made me laugh. Communist Mutants from Space was a video game made for the Atari 2600. It is a classic Space Invaders type shoot’em up game from 1982. Your mission is to shoot all the communist mutants and the mother creature. A remake was made in 2005 and the opening sequence is hilarious,
“In the year 3000, Earth is in the terrifying grips of the Space Cold War with the Union of Mutant Socialist Planets, a communist group which has been inflicting terror on peaceful, democratic, freedom-loving planets and turning their inhabitants into COMMUNIST MUTANTS! Their leader is the Mother Creature, a mutant who has been driven insane from years of consuming irradiated vodka. As Captain Harry McCarthy of Earth’s Anti-Communist Force, your task is clear: destroy the Mother Creature and the Communist Mutants before Earth falls victim to their evil, gift-economy ways!”
Do they still make games like this? Well apparently they were thinking of it. In 2000 a game was developed for the Sega Dreamcast. The story went…it’s 3050, the space cold war is over. With the collapse of the Union of Mutant Socialist Planets the 4 Super Capitalist Planets have won and they convene to plan reconstruction and restore order. However, they are unaware that the collapse of the Union of Mutant Sociaists Planets was a trick. With the help of the Mutant Peoples Republic of Chizna they plan to attack and destroy the capitalists once and for all. This time you get to decide who’s side you are on – the Anti-Communist forces of earth or the Glorious Peoples Army of Rooskee!
Since the summer is here, I’ve decided to begin brushing up on my Indonesian. Apart from a week or two of review during brief visits to Indonesia over the last two summers, I haven’t studied it for two years. I feel like I’ve forgotten so much so I’ve begun to try and quickly review my Indonesian books. At the same time I’m trying to finish up a paper on the massacre of over half a million suspected Communists in Indonesia between 1965 and 1967. This massacre brought to power Suharto and over three decades of authoritarian rule.
In jumping back and forth between research on the massacre and the language books I’m struck by the inegalitarian tone of the language lessons. I’m learning more than just a new language. Suspecting that it was an old language book, I was even more surprised to read that the date of publish was 1997. Here is just one example from Book 1 — a conversation on buying a house,
Ibu: Ada enam kamar tidur, empat kamar mandi, dua dapur, dan satu kamar tamu.
Umar: Lalu, pembantu akan tidur di mana?
Ayah: Di kamar pembantu. Ada dua Kamar pembantu.
Tia: Di mana mereka akan mandi? Pasti tidak di kamar mandi saya, dong?
Ibu: Tentu tidak, ada satu kamar mandi pembantu.
Ayah: Dan, ada satu lagi.
Melati: Apa itu?
Ayah: Ada kolam renang dan lapangan tenis?
Mother: There are six bedrooms, four bathrooms, two kitchens, and one guest room.
Umar: Then, where will the servant sleep?
Father: In the servants room. There are two servants rooms.
Tia: Where will they wash? Surely not in my bathroom?
Mother: Certainly not, there is a servants bathroom.
Father: And there is one more thing.
Melati: What is that?
Father: There is a swimming pool and a tennis court!
The books I’m referring to are Lancar Berbahasa Indonesia Book 1 and Book 2 written by Vladimir Arnost and Novy Kusumastuty.
Interesting quote I came across, from Illuminations (1969) by Walter Benjamin. In looking at a painting by Paul Klee, Benjamin saw
“an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angle would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistible propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This story is what we call progress”
Walter Benjamin, Illuminations, p. 257 – 258.