Tuesday, May 1, 2018

May Day, Again


TRIGGER WARNING:  In which I suggest socialism just ruins things for the workers.

For John, BLUFSpringtime for Stalin.  Nothing to see here; just move along.




From Pajama Media, by Sarah Hoyt, May Day 2018.

Here is the lede plus three:

I woke up this morning and realized it was May Day — and was unutterably relieved things have changed from the May Days of my childhood.

May Day was a holiday — no work/school — being International Worker’s Day.  I remember dreary days with nothing on the TV but the might of the USSR and its satellites, in fantastic display.

Troops and groups of workers, flying red flags paraded before podiums ornamented with red paraphernalia, a seemingly invincible might, a proud and unquestionably enthusiastic multitude of workers and soldiers, of farmers and peasants.  It seemed the whole world was submerged in red for the occasion, and our own local idiots would demonstrate and commit acts of senseless violence, which was the reason I resorted to the TV.  Mom wouldn’t let me go out.

(I believe people in Seattle and other US enclaves afflicted by the Marxist bug still make themselves a nuisance on May Day.  As in Portugal at that time, this is mostly the sport of students and “intellectuals” not of anyone who has ever done an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay.)

There are those who believe there is a worker's paradise out there, but it is not to be found in Venezuela or in North Korea or any other nation with some form of Socialism.  Free Enterprise creates wealth.

Hat tip to the InstaPundit.

Regards  —  Cliff

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