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the hammer is whacked
i saw recently that tom delay has said of obama, "that unless he proves me wrong, he is a Marxist."
and setting aside for the moment the ludicrous have-you-beaten-your-wife-recently backwardness of such a sentence, the thing that really strikes me is:
what the fuck is this, the sixties (or worse, 1917)? marxist? marxist? who the hell are they anymore? does anyone in 2008 really believe that there is such a thing? hell, even the fucking chinese aren't marxist, let alone the so-called "marxist rebels" that skulk in various undergrowths, eating bark and pissing on the borders of one country or another.
the last american marxists are vegans living in communes in the pacific northwest. they're nobody. they're not even cool anymore. no berets, no bongos, no obnoxious poetry... just tediously earnest self-absorption.
gimme a break.
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I can't imagine the breakfast table conversation... and don't want to try.
he must be talking about the marx BROTHERS...
he's suggesting that the Obama administration will be like that established in Fredonia...
well, no, not really,
but i wish he were...
it would make the news worth watching...