Marxist Babble Butters No Parsnips

The right knows it, and 95% of the left knows it. The remainder think that a degree in Mental Masturbation Studies and a part time job in a used book store entitles you to owning the means of production.

James Tiberius Crank commented to one of the blogsphere's many retrograde Leninists, and to their readers (both of them, in fact):

Lenin, Lenin, Lenin! Here I am trying my damndest to stay a good leftist, and there you are making me feel like an idiot for trying.

You want a jihad? Strap a bomb to your crotch and blow yourself up in the woods.

Personally, I'd have preferred Sego to Sarko. But if you blow up every fairly run election you don't like, it's not a jihad, it's a putsch. Which makes you not only a bad Leninist, but an excellent Nazi.
Or an infidel AlQuaidnik. Those guys would kill you as soon as look at you. Why are you sucking up to them?

Why are you getting your bustle in a hustle? Given enough time bad governments inevitably self-destruct.

I rarely agree with New York’s own Chili Crankenfurter, but when it comes to our Al-Queda’s eager poodles, I don’t have to because we both have the same things to lose: our dignity, our autonomy as individuals, and our necks.

To put it perfectly blunt, we’d rather be free to hate each ideas’ as long as we’re around to do it.

Have a Cranky day, and don’t forget to spare a thought for the exploitation of comrade Roger Clemens.