Communist Manifesto Musings

    I checked it out from the library, and I am finally reading it. I learned quite a bit about Communism and Russia and other countries and its movements as a kid. Back during the Cold War, the 1980s was my time of learning and awakening.

    Ahh, the 1980s! Full of intrigue and nuclear threats! The Iron Curtain was in full effect, until it wasn't.

    But here we are, here I am, halfway through the 2020s, what I used to think was so far away, like science fiction years. A quarter of the way, almost, through the 21st century. Like my dad who is alive and kicking at 87, I still have most of my faculties.

    About time to read this thing. I had learned about it vicariously over the years. Articles, professors, textbooks. Reports and individual interpretations. Movies and characters.

    UltraMega88 from the blogging times of 2006. 

    I am old. Older. Time to get the stuff from the horse's mouths. Marx and Engels. 

    Communists. Atheists. (Ultra would counter that, that crazy, nutty, Phillie Phan.)

    Anyway... I am most of the way through, it is not that long. But it is robust and has its power, its charms. And pre and post analysis. Perhaps forever.

    What was wrong about it, what was right? The eight hour work day, not lessened by France...

    

    Marx and Engels way back in the 1840s. The seeds run deep.

    And thus, I learn. I ponder. I ruminate.

    And write.

    Blog on.