My name is Mean Michael, and I'm a socialist

Aww Shucks. I do not wish actual honest debate, especially not on this site.

"No matter what how wrong-headed I might consider their policies to be--and no matter how much I might insist that they be held accountable for the results of such policies--I still find it possible, in talking to these men and women, to understand their motives, and to recognize in them values I share." Barrack Obama said that.
But I don't agree with the sentiment or the verbose nature of such things.

I'm a socialist. I blog for one reason. Indubitably. I am here to "just push my pet cause of socialism." That's it. I have no ideas of my own. I form what working class ideas I can find from a stack of books by the one and only, Karl Marx.

I am a useful idiot. Once I had my own, but it wasn't very good. How can I articulate it for the common good. Well, the Superbowl was established to control wage-slaves. Sadly such an event has shadowed May Day.

I like power.

I pay for everything in food stamps. If I was of the feminine nature, I'd be a welfare mother.
Personal thoughts? Baha. Are those really necessary in the twenty-first century?

I was recently asked, "Is there nothing you believe the individual is responsible for?"

Can I, a socialist, take that question seriously? How can you not answer it without a roundabout answer? Here goes. I think Maslow and Frank Lloyd just wanted to smoke dope and get laid. Humanism and Ayn Rand were purely justifications for such. Yeeha.