Marxism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be prosperous.
(With apologies to H. L. Mencken)
Monday, August 1, 2011
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I SING what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone. -- William Butler Yeats
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