Try as they might, our liberal-progressive-socialist acquaintances cannot organize enough marches to keep up with the Tweetstorm unleashed by Hurricane Donald. At this rate, the paving stones on the State Street Mall will need be replaced monthly.
Many of our acquaintances are getting the vapors. I have counseled much-needed R & R for some of the more vexed. What did the boys in Animal House do when they were threatened with expulsion? Road trip! Someplace idyllic. Some place far from Scott Walker, Paul Ryan, and Reince Priebus. Someplace where a Leftist can be appreciated for his exquisite enlightenment, his sense of community, his share and share-alike unselfishness.
Someplace like Cuba. Would it surprise anyone The Nation is going there? On a guided tour? (Oh, you go to Cuba, you will be guided!)
Attend private seminars and concerts featuring prominent Cuban professors, urban planners, journalists, musicians, artists, dancers, and community activists; savor traditional Cuban food and spirits; and immerse yourself in the culture and spirit of this vibrant and beautiful Caribbean city.
What? Where’s the dancing girls? No live sex shows? Where’s the casinos? As Frankie Pentangeli groused in Godfather II in his feud with the Rosato brothers: “They leave the gambling to last.”
Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Nation
Instead, Nation types will genuflect at the Che Guevara Mausoleum in Santa Clara. They will strike their breasts and beg forgiveness at the Bay of Pigs Museum.
The Policy Werkes asked the obvious question. The Nation’s travel director responded: “While we will take a dive into many facets about the bilateral relationship between Cuba and the US, we won’t be visiting with any dissidents or political prisoners.” Why are we not surprised?
Sure enough, the 02-08-17 Nation magazine applies a fresh coat of formaldehyde on Karl Marx’s corpse. In a polemic titled “Marx’s Revenge” (somehow prompted by Trump. Isn’t everything?), readers are instructed that the old fraud “may have lived a 19th-century life, but his ideas keep coming back with a vengeance.”
“Vengeance” is probably the right word.
I can save you from reading “Marx’s Revenge.” (You’re welcome.) Toward the end, the author notes morosely that “[Marx’s] heroic image didn’t survive the fall of communism.”
And they say irony is dead. Marx, no; but irony, yes.