I knew of a woman who was a member of a Trotskyite splinter group.  She was a communist, but not of the Moscow variety.  She shared that distinction with a select few, who themselves were later divided and then splintered into factions, in every shade of red from light pink to deepest ruby.  Fierce debates raged among the comrades over how to provoke the revolution, and how soon the American workers would wake from their lethargy and overturn the decadent capitalist system (which, admittedly, seemed to be taking overlong to decay).  Pages and then reams were consumed to parse the intricate distinctions among them, and the heresies and retrenchments of their movements. It all came to naught. Looking back, after they were (mostly) deceased, the only conclusion to be reached was that they had all squandered their lifetimes.  There had never been a real chance that the American workers were interested in a red revolution, that Marx was more relevant than...(Read Full Article)