The bourgeoisie produces its own grave-diggers. The Communist Manifesto

  Can a culture celebrate those who want to destroy it and still stand? We are about to find out in this fateful November. Until recently, I thought the word “demonic” no more than a figure of speech. It carried a chill dislodged from religious myth and absorbed into literary aesthetics. As an accessory to prose, I liked the word. Not any more. Not on the verge of an election poised over an abyss for which this nation has no precedent. Continue Reading