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The communist is not “the worker.” He is not the aggrieved peasant. He doesn’t have a specific label. He is the bitter, envious malcontent in your society.

Communism is the religion of the malcontent.

The malcontent is drawn to this religion because it promises him power. Power to take what isn’t his.

Power to exact vengeance on the neighbor who has what he wants. Karl Marx’s ideas speak to the loser because it sets him above all other people and tells him that he will inherit the world.

The communist has a deep-seated dislike of the working class because the communist is no longer a product of the working class. In truth, he never was. The communist leaders of the past – including Lenin, Mao and Pol Pot – were just spoiled rich kids. He can’t be motivated by the dream of “breaking off the shackles” of factory work, because he’s unlikely to have ever SEEN the inside of a factory. He has nothing in common with with the people of this nation who work with their hands, wear hard hats, or punch in and out five days a week.

Let’s take a look at Karl Marx…you may see some striking parallels with a few local commie parasites here in town (Haywood, Lucas, Tucker, Fitzharris, etc)

Karl Marx was a fat and lazy man who spent his days living off the generosity of his parents and wealthy friends.

This self-described “advanced” member of the working class never shed a drop of sweat in his life, and the only jobs he ever held were as a journalist and writer. Even his output as a writer reveals his laziness, as a single book (Das Kapital) took him 30 years to produce. He was also a noted liar, a slob, and a serial adulterer who refused to take responsibility for children he fathered out of wedlock.

Many found Marx’s personal appearance and manner off-putting or even revolting. In 1850, a spy for the Prussian police visited Marx’s home in London under the pretense of a German revolutionary. The report the spy wrote was shared with the British Ambassador in Berlin.  The report said, in part:

[Marx] leads the existence of a Bohemian intellectual. Washing, grooming and changing his linen are things he does rarely, and he is often drunk. Though he is frequently idle for days on end, he will work day and night with tireless endurance when he has much work to do.

He has no fixed time for going to sleep or waking up. He often stays up all night and then lies down fully clothed on the sofa at midday, and sleeps till evening, untroubled by the whole world coming or going through [his room] … 

There is not one clean and solid piece of furniture. Everything is broken, tattered and torn, with half an inch of dust over everything and the greatest disorder everywhere …

When you enter Marx’s room smoke and tobacco fumes make your eyes water … Everything is dirty and covered with dust, so that to sit down becomes a hazardous business. Here is a chair with three legs. On another chair the children are playing cooking. This chair happens to have four legs. This is the one that is offered to the visitor, but the children’s cooking has not been wiped away and if you sit down you risk a pair of trousers.