Sorry, Pablo.

I wish he’d been around to see where all his beautiful communism ended. Well, it never even really made it to communism, it stayed in socialism and amounted to nothing. I wish he’d said something about that abomination called the Berlin wall. Would he have rejoiced, like I did –yes, I was 11 at the time and remember it perfectly- with seeing huge slabs of concrete fall under people’s sledge hammers? Would he have smiled at seeing long-lost cousins, maybe sons and daughters, husbands and wives, reunited for the first time in decades? Perhaps not. He would have said something about the failed promises of capitalism and the destruction of the true communist dream. And he would have said that at least they still had China. Well, Pablo, I wish you could have seen China become the most powerful force in capitalism today. And they are smart, they are playing –sometimes controlling- the world’s free markets, fueled by a seemingly never ending, cheaper-than-dirt work force. Oh, they figured it out alright, but not how to turn the system into the people’s paradise, but how to turn people into cogs of their capitalist machine.


No, Pablo, you were wrong. Always wrong. At least I know that wherever you are now, heaven, purgatory or hell, you know it. Now you know it. If only your rhetoric had gone away with you instead of leading others to error.

You were wrong.