My Thoughts on Communism

Once upon there lived a great idealist, that revolutionized the world, his name was Carl Marx. At only the age of 25, he wrote “The Communist Manifesto” with the help of Fredrick Engels. The book was first published in 1800’s, and at first it was thought to be a crazy idea, but very soon it adapted by effective, efficient leaders. These leaders were people like: Lenin, Stalin, and the modern day Castro. The communist leaders were very popular at first, but after a few years in power, the population was starving to death and people’s opinions began to change, but unfortunately for the population, there was nothing to be done. Throughout the course of history, in my opinion, no communist leader has ever been good. They certainly were effective, and convinced many people to follow them, but unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong type of government. I think an egalitarian society should be encouraged, but not the extent where everybody has the same, and everyone is literally equal. Let me further explain what I mean: in the United States everyone has the same rights, due to the constitution and all, but everyone doesn’t have the same net worth. This is what makes the US such a beautiful society. Most countries try imitating the American system, but it never is the same. What keeps America’s system alive is the people. The American people are so proud of their system and their constitution; kids grow up hearing how great America is and are ultimately trained to die for their country. It’s no surprise that the US has the largest Army in the world.

Anyway, so I am currently reading “The Communist Manifesto” and I find it extremely hard to believe that just a thought of communist revolutionized the world in the last 200 years. Its appalling that a 100 page book (I say it’s a pamphlet) could do so much harm to the world.

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I’m bored out of my mind!! I am sick and tired of my sterile, boring, sickening life. I want to leave home so badly. I figure, if I rob my own house, and steel all of my parents’ jewels, I could poach them and make a lot of money. If I do this every year, by the time I’m eighteen I’ll have plenty of money to go and live in Venezuela. The saddest part of me escaping from home would be that my parents really wouldn’t care. They’d be more concerned in keeping their jewels, and in my brother. Have I forgotten to mention that my brother has begun working with my father? I bet in no time at all, my dad will hand down the business to my brother, and he will quadruple its size. The pathetic parents will be so proud of him, and me? Nothing! I am the official black sheep of the family that nobody likes. My parents have even told me this. “Why can’t you be more like Danny?” or “Danny didn’t get one B in all of high school. Only A’s”. One day, once I’m done making my small fortune in Venezuela, I am going to get revenge on Danny and my parents. For the first time in their lives they will pay attention to me, and if they don’t it will cost them something very precious: their reputation and their appearance. Something they will never be able to get back.

The time has come where I must say good bye. I have nothing else to talk about for the moment. When I have something on my mind, I’ll make sure to tell you folks.

See you around,

Henry Friedman