You will never be a Marxist You have no theory. you have no movement you have no revolutionaries. You are a revisionist man twisted by liberalism and opportunism into a crude mockery of Marx's perfection.
All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your comrades "laugh at your ghoulish theory behind closed doors
Revolutionaries are utteriy repulsed by you Hundreds of years of theory have allowed revolutionaries to snif out frauds with incredible eficiency Even socdems who pass" look uncanny and unmarxist to a revolutionary Your Kautskyite opportunism is a dead giveaway And even if you manage to get a revolutionary in your party, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whif of your diseased, infected liberalism.
You will never be a communist You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the parliamentarism creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight Eventually it'll be too much to bear-you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss Your comrades will find you, hearbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment Theyll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a revsionist is buried there Your body will decay and go back to the dust. and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably revsionist.
This is your fate This is what you chose. There is no turning back