Lately I was hit with a horrible tragedy. My younger sister, an enduring inspiration to me, the light of my life, a bundle of nothing but sweetness and joy, passed away. I only ask that her two thousandish friends find me so we may remember her together.
Karl Marx was a world-historic genius because he actually thought about slogans before saying them.
If you read Critique of the Gotha Programme, it mainly consists of Marx looking at nice-sounding Lassallean sayings and saying โThis doesnโt actually make any sense. Stop it.โ
You couldn't pay me enough money to step foot on a helicopter. I don't trust a single fucking one of those ramschakle whirligigs. God punishes routinely for our hubris regarding helicopters