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BEATS OF LOVE 

168. Time Ain't Nothing by Green on Red 

REMINDED OF a good pal this week when discussing the likelihood of Marx having relevance in the future. 

My good pal, despite being advised by his doctor to take things easy, was out on a heavy session. His mother had sacrificed a lot so he could collapse on the floor in convulsions, whilst eminent members of our legal profession beat a hasty retreat, abandoning him. My mistake was to sort of agree with him and concur that these folks weren't his friends. 

Once in semi-recovery, he was now cut off from these highly paid and highly entertaining professionals, rethinking his idea that they weren't his friends. Reasoning that they had much more to lose than the likes of me. Me, whose parents he accepted, were lower middle class like him, but I who wasn't so could easily be associated with someone convulsing during the early part of a heavy session. 

Expecting me to calculate that he was wrong whilst absorbing the information over a phone call. Unbeknownst, I cast the dye on our friendship from the moment I put the phone down, reaching no disagreement. Course, I should've said "it's very British to convolute a class system in a knee-jerk reaction to Marxism by sub labeling everything and creating such unfortunate incidents as these." Marx astutely kept it simple, pitting owners against all wage workers.

It's the sheer simplicity that's its genius and which still instils fear in every lying capitalist. Course Marx is going to have relevance in the future as far too many folks are being duped into thinking there're no class war.