Marxism ruined my breakfast this morning.
We can add that to the list of things it’s ruined, I guess. Russia, China, art, music, Melbourne. It’s a long list.
The wife, boy and I had gone for an early morning hike on a rainforest trail. It had been the perfect start to a day, and so we decided to stop in at a small town cafe afterward to eat. As it turned out, so did a Mexican-American female lawyer and her chubby friend. By the time my bacon eggs benedict arrived, said Latinx had begun a long and tedious lecture to her nodding friend about ‘toxic whiteness’.… Read the rest