Communism is inherently violent, because the only way to bring it about is through violent revolution. Most communist thinkers, including Marx himself, believed this. Most communist rulers have believed this as well. Lenin said, “not a single problem of the class struggle has ever been solved in history except by violence.” Mao said it didn’t matter if half the world died in a nuclear war, because the whole world would become communist afterwards.
Democrats are wildly exaggerating their victory, while Republicans are running flawed candidates. What’s the solution?
BUILD US THAT WALL, MR. PRESIDENT!
Feith is typical of the charlatans of this age. Like many American bureaucrats, he has gone through the usual revolving door between public and private, but Feith’s door has also opened on to Tel Aviv. His law-firm, Feith and Zell, which does the predictable lobbying for Israeli interests, allied itself with the Israeli firm Zell and Goldberg, in order to better serve their Israeli clients.
On the horror of bad restauration. “The leader of all the devilry is of course the United States, which is clocked at an average of one hour and one minute. In short, in this whole sad sublunary world, only in France, Italy, Greece, and Spain do people spend more than two hours a day in prandial concourse.”
The aspiring Aztec visits his office, where all is not well, and makes up his mind to consult the Paramoral Investigator, who turns out to be weirder and more offensive than he had imagined.
This piece, on the perfidy of the GOP, was published in November of 2004. While no one cares much about George W. Bush and the neoconservative traitors who owned his foreign policy, it may serve as a useful reminder.
Jerry Jeff Davis Brown is taking California out of the Union. Is it too early to celebrate?
President Trump is undoubtedly a creep, but what else can one say of Mr. and Mrs. Clinton? Jack Kennedy and his disgusting brothers? Franklin Roosevelt? Lincoln, whose foul mouth around women, when he was in Congress, caused decent colleagues to shun his company?
Most Americans, hell-bent on success, do not dream of conquering nations or murdering our neighbors. Our vast ambitions are defined by bigger cars, bigger houses, bigger blonds.
To begin with I ought to reassure the gentle reader that any resemblance between the title of this post and Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse is purely coincidental, though a literary charlatan in the audience may well argue that, like the pretentious novel, my post “deals with issues of loss, subjectivity, and the problem of perception.”
