Marxism

When Friends Become Tall Timbers (Tales)

AVE YOU EVER WANTED more? I mean lots more, MORE of this, MORE of that. Have you ever heard the phrase "All property is theft!" and wanted to extend your fist into the private property of that public mouth from which you heard those ridiculously poetic words just shouted? Where is more? Evermore. Who is less? Nonetheless. Is the universe chaotic? Psychotic? Programmable nonsense. Or is this wild wobbly marble of unintended consequences the ultimate parade of unscrutinized order? Existential Baby, shake, rattle and roll, always a suspect, never a friend... Posted by: aware54397 Apr 19, 05:35 AM Until the...

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Admiring The Pebble Garden Out Back

[My Dearest] Felix: hen your Trotskyite party is formed, launches a revolution, and follows its namesake's lead in strategy and tactics, I hope you are thrown into the front lines against extremely determined reactionaries—in short, given the choice of possibly being shot by your enemies vs. certainly being shot by your own cadres to the rear. It was how Leon Trotsky won the Russian civil war. Trotsky's losing to Stalin and ultimately getting Ramon Mercader's ice pick stuck in into his vicious, bloodthirsty head is proof that God probably heard some Russian's prayers for mercy on his country. Given how...


Is Europe Abandoning Socialism?

The following article by Joseph Farah will display what is at work here. The utter ruin of American competitiveness. That's the blueprint these Marxist Democratic party apparatchiks are using to shore up power for themselves and render the United States more pliable for the big takeover they have already begun executing. Paranoia or keen insight? You be the judge now, or history will do it for you. OW IRONIC IS IT THAT the U.S. is embracing socialism at the very moment Europe and many other parts of the world are running away from it? Somebody needs to ask Barack Obama...


Crashing The Utopian Bus

SCRAPING THE BARREL and putting in buckshot, hey, get your hands off my scripture, and help me out from under this utopian bus, please. No, I didn't stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but I did find this tasty bit of humor at the clutch hitting Confluence site. Man, will I be glad when this election is over, EVEN if it means that REAL HOPE becomes as rare as the great spotted owl, also. The suspense is killing me! Anyhoover, read on... ame into work today and saw this notice in the employee lounge: Notice to All Employees...


Toppling A Political Party, Et Cetera

ERE'S ANOTHER STRONGLY WORDED message from the increasingly radicalized PUMA camp. It seems that indeed the Democratic Party regulars have begun to snatch pages from Adolph's fascist playbook (after all, Naziism, or the National Socialist Party leftist label is self-evident), and are leaving nothing to chance (nee a vote) as they tighten their grip on the party, losing disgruntled millions of their base at the same time. Eerily, this syncs with what I overheard in a rather strange utterance over dinner with friends at DC's ever so trendy, politically-charged eatery and bookshop—Busboy's and Poets—one evening last December. I was sitting...