Frank Marshall Davis: the polite, un-intrusive and unfairly-wronged commie.

“Follow the Stalinist Line, Comrade, follow the Stalinist Line!” Comrade Mathias.

“No way man. That’s not my scene! I’m only here to politicise racial relations and for the sandwiches..I’ve got no power in my coldwater bedsit!” Comrade Davis.

“No more Mister nice Commie! Power to the people!” Comrade Mathias. [The bad Commie.]

“The CPUSA promoted only the utopian vision of a workers paradise, not the stark reality of the Soviet gulag”. Mark Davis. Well they would. It’s very hard to attract members to meetings with threats of the firing squad, no matter how good the buffet.

“You know, Rick, I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.” Peter Lorre as Ugarte in the 1941 film, Casablanca.

Dear sports, as I vowed to Davis Junior on my son’s copy of ‘Colour In Marx and Lenin!’, I have partly waded through Mark’s damning indictment of the evil that is AIM, and the criminal mastermind of Kinkaid.

“He walks when other men run”. Thunderball theme tune, from the James Bond film of the same name.

And in the next exciting post after this rubbish, I’ll make a feeble attempt at crushing Mark Davis’s Disinformation 105 thang. No, really.

And man, Mark has opened so many cans of worms with his other comments and links, that it really is an analytical avalanche, but all rather pivotal, fundamental and often fascinating. The problem is where to begin and even end? I may just fail miserably in this Sysiphis-like task. No, really. And I’m no Sissy!

Apart from Marky saying I’m a stinker etc, he’s been a pretty good sport. I’ve grown fond of Junior. “Stink?” How did he know my parents were English? But even the rude stuff is fine by me, in fact I welcome it. Mere polite discourse about serious things between opposite sides, [or apposite?] can often be pure bunk. No, really…Continue reading on Colonel Robert Neville Always Dresses for Dinner >>