1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"If that's the case, then I have to ask you, could God create a stone that he couldn't move without limiting his own abilities?"

"Uh..."

The child was confused by the question.

Obviously, he understood what Trotsky meant. Could "omnipotence" with limitations still be considered omnipotence? "You see, right?"

Trotsky spread his hands:

"Religious believers rely on constantly patching up their theories in this way to try to prove that their God exists and is omnipotent, but in reality, it only makes God's omnipotence appear to be far from omnipotent."

Some of the believers around clenched their fists, but due to the teachings of Her Highness the Saint, they could not use physics to correct the other party's ideas, while others showed thoughtful expressions.

At this time, a gentle and cheerful female voice sounded:

"I'm sorry, it's not that God is not omnipotent, but that you imagine God to be too incompetent."

Along with this voice, there were continuous greetings of "Her Highness the Saint".

The believers dispersed like a wave, and Haruta walked up to the arguing people with a smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, I understand what you are talking about. May I join in the debate?"

Knock...What a great saint! Even when facing "non-believers" and weak children, she is still so gentle and respectful.

"Of course, Ms. Field."

Trotsky naturally would not refuse someone he was planning to visit. He put away the surprise and greed in his eyes and politely made a "please" gesture:

"What do you mean when you say we imagine God to be too powerless?"

(Trotsky was very lustful and was even kicked out of his house after sleeping with his landlady.)

"Your discussion of whether God can lift a stone, no matter what kind of stone it is, is based on the laws of physics, right?"

Haruta snapped his fingers, tilted his head and smiled slightly:

"But what if I told you that God is a being that transcends everything, that not only transcends time and space, but also that He created the laws of causality, logic, and physics?"

"Almighty God created the laws of logic and physics, but God himself is not bound by these things. Is this omnipotence?"

"this..."

Trotsky frowned, and after almost a minute, he waved his hand dejectedly:

"Well, Ms. Field, I admit that I have lost the debate with you." This is not because Trotsky had nothing to say, but because he realized that within the system initially constructed by Springfield's words, it was meaningless to continue arguing;

Because, if we do not accept Haruta's "transcendence of everything" view, and do not believe that the law of causality and the law of logic are secondary to God, then it means that God is not omnipotent;

But if that happens, we will fall into the trap of pure idealism, and there will be no room for discussion between the two parties. You can only say yours and I can say mine.

Although the issue could be extended to the questions of "omniscience", "omnibenevolence" and "theory of sin", Trotsky believed that it was metaphysical and had no value, so he decisively gave up the debate.

After all, he didn't come to debate with Haruta.

Trotsky's admission of defeat was met with cheers from the surrounding believers. Although they couldn't quite understand what they were saying, nor did they understand why the Russian bearded man gave up, they were still delighted to see Haruta "defeated" this difficult man with just one sentence.

The almighty Saint!!

Most people have never noticed that Springfield did not categorically affirm the existence of God, nor have they realized that their emotions and beliefs have gradually begun to move away from the category of "God" and turn to "Springfield."

—A seed has been planted and will soon take root and sprout.

After dealing with Trotsky, Chuntian squatted down and looked at the two smart children and asked gently:

"Children, what are your names? Where are you from?" "Your Highness, my name is Fidel Castro!"

The older boy was so excited that he was speechless. The younger boy then stepped forward and introduced himself confidently. Then he pointed at his brother and said:

"This is my brother, Ramón Castro! We are from Holguín, Cuba!"

That’s right, it’s Fidel Castro, the future leader of Cuba and Che Guevara’s loyal comrade-in-arms, and his brother Ramon Castro, also a future leader of Cuba.

""

Ah...it's really them.

Interesting, you can plan ahead.

I'll look for examples of what a commander would do if faced with this situation...

Thinking of this, Haruta smiled even more gently:

"Okay, don't call me Her Majesty, I'm your equal. Just call me Ms. Field!"

"Yes! Ms. Field!"

The two Castro's were very excited, their faces flushed.

"Why don't I see your parents? Why are you here?"

“We’re here to visit you!”

Although teachers have always been against deifying anyone, the differences between individual humans do often manifest themselves from childhood.

In 1940, upon learning that Roosevelt had been re-elected for a third term, Fidel Castro wrote to him, congratulating him and asking for $10 as a souvenir. He also informed him of the location of Cuba's largest iron ore mine.

Although Roosevelt himself was unaware of this, his staff politely wrote a letter back to Castro - of course, without releasing US dollars;

(In his early years, Castro had considerable admiration and fantasies about the United States. It was not until he became the leader of Cuba and was tormented by the United States that he embarked on an anti-American path.)

Now, the more famous Saint of Springfield is about to become the President of the United States. This man is even bolder. He instigates his brother to hide it from his parents and family, take servants and money, and take a boat to Washington.

With such vision, courage and initiative, what other children can have?

If it weren't for the fact that their younger brother Raul Castro was only one year old, they would probably have brought his younger brother as well.

After learning the whole story, Chuntian gently tapped their heads and asked, "Oh, you two reckless guys... Now that you have seen me, hurry home! Your parents must be worried... Mr. Roosevelt!"

"exist!"

Roosevelt came over in his wheelchair.

In the past, he would never sit in a wheelchair in public, no matter how hard it was, he had to maintain his image. But ever since Springfield gave him the words, "A strong person will face up to his own weaknesses and shortcomings," he no longer concealed it.

Besides, he was just Ms. Springfield's staff member and didn't have to be president. No matter how he dressed up, could he be better than Ms. Springfield?

"Arrange a team of soldiers to send these two back home!" "Yes!"

Seeing that he was about to be sent away, Castro Jr. became anxious: "Ms. Field! I have a question for you!" "Oh? Go ahead."

"Would you be the president of Cuba?"

These words startled everyone, including Roosevelt, who burst into joyful laughter.

Children really speak without restraint...

Everyone thought this was a joke told instinctively by a child who worshipped the saint, but Chuntian squatted down again and asked seriously:

"Why do you think so?"

"If you were to become president of Cuba, our people would no longer be oppressed or poor, and there would no longer be slaves being whipped on my estate!"

Little Castro said loudly:

"Since you are a saint sent by God, why do you only protect the United States and the American people and not Cuba? Don't we believe in one God? Are the Cuban people not human beings?"

3

The cold wind blew and the scene was dead silent.

No one expected that a 6-year-old child could ask such an extremely sensitive question!

What is Cuba?

To put it nicely, it’s called the back garden; to put it bluntly, it’s a blood-replenishing package.

Since the expulsion of the Spanish forces, Cuba has been exploited and bled to death by the United States. All vital industries, big and small, are controlled by American capital, and the leaders are also supported by the United States.

The American people may not be very clear about this, but experienced politicians such as Roosevelt are aware of this and understand very well how difficult this problem of Castro is.

Could it be that the old man with a white beard next to him taught him to say that?

Could it be that today's conflict was actually a conspiracy to lure us in? Roosevelt knew that Springfield would have to clean up the capital after taking office (in fact, he had already begun), but there was no need to make enemies so early!

Most importantly, if this question is not answered correctly, both Springfield's image as a saint and the ideals of the newly established Church of God's People may be shaken!

After hearing Castro's words, Chuntian looked him in the eye seriously and said, "My son, you are right. God's glory should reach every corner of the world. The Cuban people are also God's people. They should not be oppressed, enslaved, impoverished, or even killed."

"That..."

"But, my child, the world is big, and America is big too. I need to solve America's problems first before I can solve other countries' problems. This will take a long time;"

"My child, promise me that you will return to your homeland now, study hard, train diligently, think hard, and become a person who cares about the people and has rich cultural knowledge.

“Then, use your thoughts and knowledge to help the Cuban people resolve their suffering and reverse Cuba’s destiny;”

"I believe that one day, you will lead your people to liberate themselves, and then, together with all those who care about the people, you will liberate the whole world."

348 is dead! The United States has become a Trotskyist stronghold!

"Ms. Field, I've already sent the person away."

"Okay, Mr. Roosevelt, let me introduce him to you. His name is Lev Davidovich Bronstein, or you can call him Lev Davidovich Trotsky..."

Springfield introduced the identity of the visitor in a calm tone. Roosevelt, who had just arranged for the Castro brothers, was so surprised that he was almost speechless.

He had of course guessed that this old man with a white beard was not a simple person, otherwise he would not have been personally invited to visit Ms. Field's home, but he never expected that he would be such a person!

My goodness, this is not much different from inviting Stalin to visit Washington.

Trotsky was also extremely surprised by this.

He was quite sure that this was his first appearance in front of Springfield, and it had been less than two hours. To his surprise, almost all his background had been exposed. His beard suddenly jumped:

"Ms. Field, have you investigated me?" "You could say that."

Haruta pointed to his head:

"In fact, I have comprehensive information on not only you but also all the top leaders, most of the middle leaders, and some of the lower ranks of the Soviet Union... We know you very well..."

These words shocked not only Trotsky, but also Roosevelt.

He had long guessed that behind Haruta's amazing memory there must be an intelligence force that even he was unaware of, but he never expected it to be so powerful.

Is this power the secret power that Ms. Field has been cultivating for a long time, or is it God himself who is helping her?

Fortunately, Ms. Field is an American, and no matter which one it is, it is a blessing for America.

Trotsky was a little skeptical at first, but when Springfield accurately recounted his conversations with Lenin and some of his speeches at the CPSU Congress, he temporarily lost the ability to speak.

When did the Soviet Union fall under this level of surveillance?

However, when Springfield said, "I have even read all your works," and talked about some of his theories, Trotsky temporarily shook off his doubts and asked curiously:

"Thank you very much for taking the time to read my humble writings...but I'd like to ask, what do you think of me?"

"What do you mean?"

"My theories and my personal... anything." "If you insist on hearing it."

Chuntian nodded, recalled the content of the transatlantic telegram he had with the commander some time ago, and gave the answer:

"You are undoubtedly a great theorist and a visionary writer..."

"He has made remarkable achievements in politics, economics, diplomacy, military affairs, art, education, and more..."

Trotsky smiled briefly as he listened to Springfield's comments, then quickly disappeared:

"...I don't judge politicians by their personal ethics, but I can only describe your political career as one of indecision and naivete, despite the fact that you should have achieved something."

Roosevelt did not know Trotsky or his ideas very well, so he could only watch in silence.

This was the first time I had heard the Saint speak so sharply to someone face to face... After the room was silent for a while, Trotsky asked softly:

"So, the reason for your assessment? Is it because I was defeated by Stalin?"

In fact, within the CPSU and among many communists, he was described as a "sophisticated politician," a "genius speaker," and a "master of demagoguery."

Unexpectedly, in Springfield, I came to an almost completely opposite conclusion. "No, I would never belittle someone simply because they failed. That would be a disservice to the countless heroes and veterans who failed throughout history and sacrificed their lives."

Chuntian shook his head and said:

"I judge you this way because you were extremely courageous and decisive in facing class enemies, but incredibly stupid when it came to inner-party struggles."

"...Please continue."

"Take your struggle with Stalin, for example. You and Lenin had clearly identified his flaws during the Georgian incident, yet you remained hesitant and unwilling to act, allowing Stalin to seize the opportunity..."