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- My Life as a Marxist
-
- by Jim Taylor
-
- It may come as a surprise to many of you, but for years, I've
- been a devout Marxist. I know that this sort of confession won't
- put me in good stead with some of my contemporaries, but I feel
- it must be made.
-
- It was my friends who gradually lured me into the fold. At first,
- I listened as they told stories, animated looks upon their faces.
- Later, I saw the films (cool people saw films, everybody else
- went to the movies, we were definitely cool). In glistening black
- and white I soaked in the words of wisdom of the great Marx, and
- would later repeat the words as if they were my own.
-
- Through the years my friends and I continued our devotion to our
- leader, meeting from time to time in school and pub. We codified
- and honed our rhetoric in hushed tones so as to not be discovered
- by those of the great establishment who despaired of our views
- and thought we should cut our hair and grow up and get real jobs
- selling insurance and used cars. How, they would ask, do you ever
- expect to grow up to be President? Watching Nixon at a press
- conference, I wondered why grownups would wish this sort of thing
- on their children.
-
- Few outsiders ever really understood that members of my political
- group are as diverse as we are. There have been several different
- factions depending on whose philosophies we follow, but I
- consider myself one of the purists of the Marxist tradition in
- that I follow the wisdom of the One, True, Great Teacher:
- Groucho!
-
- Of course there are the splinter groups who follow the teachings
- of Chico or who practice the political silences of Harpo. Not to
- mention the minority of Gummites and Zeppoidians that
- occasionally show up at group picnics. We usually just ignore
- them and they play quietly in the corner.
-
- Comrades, only by following the teachings of the One, True, Etc.
- Groucho can one find true spiritual and political bliss in these
- troubled times.
-
- So, throw off your yoke of oppression. The next time some fatcat
- politician in a three piece suit tells you he has to raise your
- taxes to save the country, stick a piece of black tape over your
- upper lip and say:
-
- "I've got half a mind to join a club and beat you over the head
- with it."
-
- Or:
-
- "You didn't say the secret word. I'm sorry you don't win the
- zillion dollars in new taxes. You don't even get a copy of our
- home game."
-
- Then take a big puff on your cigar and blow the smoke in his
- face. It won't guarantee lower taxes, but it will make you feel a
- whole lot better.
-
- And somewhere in space and time, the Great One's bushy eyebrows
- will arch in amused approval.
-
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- JIM TAYLOR is an internationally known humorist who isn't
- anywhere near as wealthy as a person of his talents ought to be.
- Non-tax deductible contributions may be sent to him in care of
- this magazine. Large contributors will get the satisfaction of
- knowing they are helping to foster an artistic genius willing to
- stoop to almost any depths to make a buck. A MacArthur Fellowship
- would be especially nice.
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- Copyright 1991 Jim Taylor.
- All rights reserved.
-
- Attention Editors & Publishers:
-
- If you'd like to purchase reprint rights to this article please
- write:
-
- Jim Taylor
- Suite 110
- 2594-96 Berlin Turnpike
- Newington, Connecticut 06111
-
- Very reasonable rates and courteous service. Make me an offer.
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