Originally Posted by
Champ
I thought they were finished after they began toppling Washington and Jefferson statues. Then came Lincoln. Then came Frederick Douglass. If he is on the table for statue toppling/desecration, then I guess we may as well assume MLK, Malcolm X, and Harriet Tubman are next. They are running out of American demigods to attack. I suppose the people will be next.
They will never be finished.
Not to get too Ayn-Rand-ish here, but they don't hate "poverty" or "inequality" or "racism" or whatever. Nor do they hate Washington, Columbus, et al. Not really. What they hate is existence (their own and everyone else's), and they will never be satisfied. Not even after they have toppled everything.
Read the following and ask yourself if you are surprised that Karl Marx is their spiritual godfather ...
Karl Marx Wrote Creepy Poems
Tom Woods (15 December 2017)
https://tomwoods.com/karl-marx-wrote-creepy-poems/
That’s an odd topic to write about, but I was reminded of Marx’s poems today by way of contrast with a left-wing poem I read that was just awful, lifeless and bland.
(I’m sparing you that one.)
At least Marx was bold and creepy.
Murray Rothbard quoted from Marx’s poems in his book Classical Economics. Rothbard was unconvinced by those who say these poems were the products of a youthful Marx, and of no significance in understanding the man.
Thus:… Worlds I would destroy forever,
Since I can create no world;
Since my call they notice never …
and: Then I will be able to walk triumphantly,
Like a god, through the ruins of their kingdom.
Every word of mine is fire and action.
My breast is equal to that of the Creator.
and:I shall build my throne high overhead
Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.
For its bulwark — superstitious dread
For its marshal — blackest agony.
and:See this sword?
the prince of darkness
Sold it to me.
and:With Satan I have struck my deal,
He chalks the signs, beats time for me
I play the death march fast and free.
and:… I shall howl gigantic curses on mankind:
Ha! Eternity! She is an eternal grief …
Ourselves being clockwork, blindly mechanical,
Made to be the foul-calendars of Time and Space,
Having no purpose save to happen, to be ruined,
So that there shall be something to ruin …
If there is a something which devours,
I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins-
The world which bulks between me and the Abyss
I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses.
I’ll throw my arms around its harsh reality:
Embracing me, the world will dumbly pass away,
And then sink down to utter nothingness,
Perished, with no existence — that would be really living!
Nah, I’m sure none of that has anything to do with the mature Marx at all.
Sure does explain a lot, though — about Marxism and about the forces we’re up against these days.
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