After watching the way capitalism has exploited the common people throughout the world nothing surprises me. I spent two years in mainland China and I watch the class war in a supposedly classless society. I am a Fabian Socialist and know the antics of the capitalist claas. Mind you looking back at the so-called October Revolution of 1917, neither Lenin, Trotsky nor Stalin were ever really communists. They were in fact Fascists disguised as communists. They were part of the society that created classes. In other words traitors to the communist cause. They also believed in the cult of personality.

Methuselah's Daughter recently wrote a response to your line of thinking, Kenneth, and I'll just go ahead and quote her here because, while it may be crass, it's also the perfect response (which originally appeared here):

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An hour later I was deep in to the discussion of Marxist theory with a child who had no clue what Marx was all about, and thought that Stalin was simply misunderstood.

"Marxism can work," he insisted, "if it is properly applied. The Soviets and Mao were too concerned with the maintenance of power to make an honest attempt at true Socialism."

"That’s the problem, honey," I replied, "you don’t seem to understand that it’s all about the power. Can’t make a Marxist Utopia without holding on to the reigns of power, and it becomes the center of everything."

"That’s an old argument," he rebuffed me, "in a modern society..."

"You can use technology to keep tabs on the untrue," I interrupted him. I paused to drain a glass of Stoli on ice, then continued, "It’s like this, boy: you think that Marxism can work if they just give you and yours the chance to do it because this time you’ll do it right, but, not to be crude here, that’s the political equivalent of promising not to come in my mouth. You may mean it, you may be sincere, but once things get rolling and you taste the power, all the soft caresses and teasing will turn in to a fist behind my head. Only in this case the aftermath is not a funky aftertaste and a stain on my blouse, but a mountain of corpses and a population in chains. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and fuck you if you think we ought to try it again, capice?"

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There is no better way of putting it, Kenneth. What you believe is a pack of seductive lies that lead in only one direction.