Tuesday evening, January 31, 2017.
Actually, I’d be all for Communism except that it would mean having Communists in charge. From Spain in Our Hearts: Americans in the Spanish Civil War, 1936-1939 by Adam Hochschild:
Among the ten of thousands who joined the International Brigades from Europe, North America, and elsewhere, [the young British sculptor Pat Gurney] was in a distinct minority. He merely thought of himself as an “old-fashioned radical” and had an austere skepticism toward the [Communist] Party. The problem with Communists, he felt, was that they “were always right. There were never two ways about anything. They had studied the works of Marx, Engels, and Lenin, which held the correct answer to any subject under the sun, and that was the end of the matter. Since they believed this as implicitly as any of the most bigoted religious sects believed in their scripture, the Party was not for me.” Moreover, the members he knew had no sense of humor. “Any hint of levity was treated like farting in church.”
Nope. They don’t remind me of anybody either.