I Am A Bad, Wicked Man, But

When A Liberal Is Abused, He Says, ‘thank God They Didn’t Beat Me.’ When He Is Beaten, He Thanks God They Didn’t Kill Him. When He Is Killed, He Will Thank God That His Immortal Soul Has Been Delivered From Its Mortal Clay.

Sometimes Quantity Has A Quality All Its Own.

The War Is Relentless: It Puts The Alternative In A Ruthless Relief.

Unity Is A Great Thing And A Great Slogan. But What The Workers’ Cause Needs Is The Unity Of Marxists, Not Unity Between Marxists, And Opponents And Distorters Of Marxism.

No Amount Of Political Freedom Will Satisfy The Hungry Masses.