I am dissappointed to see Herr Marx scored a zero mention here, on this particular day or week or whenever...

Not for any advocacy of the man, or for advocating any of the governmental administrations that the man's name have been attached to, or for any political movements or coalitions that likewise have had the man's name attached to them (officially or maliciously)...

Herr Marx is just an author, no more... he wrote, that's all... he worked in words, not in swords... he proposed ideas, not invasions... he sought a relief from people's oppression, not a better means to it... he saw hunger and disease and life crushed out, by and for those who would happily and profitably crush it out... his heart was not mean, it was too kind.... and bleeding...

He wrote out what his heart and mind felt about this... and he made capital and worldly enemies for it.

And all because of just thoughts, and because of the just words that those thoughts are carried forth and preserved by...

Words and thoughts...

Writers...

Never mind the policy, what about thoughts and words and authors?

Are we that fragile and afraid?

Our destruction shall come from other than authors and word-smiths, I say.

That is if our destruction comes at all...

I hate it that we are afraid of Herr Marx... not because of anything to do with Marx, but because of everything to do with fear...

I hate fear.

Words, and authors... they don't scare me... it's fear, the fear of words and of authors, that's what scares me.

It scares the words out of me, that's all.