I finally found a picture of my favorite Communist, Comrade Kaprugina from Doctor Zhivago.
When Zhivago returned from the war to discover that the Bolsheviks had taken over his family home and stuffed it with people (50 square meters for a family of five), he was promptly put in his place by Comrade Kaprugina, who, in her capacity as Chairman of the Residents Committee scolded, “There was living space for thirteen families! In this one house!”
If we factor in Global Warming, the case for redistribution of living space is even more compelling today than it was under Bolshevism.
Lowering our expectations
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Yes indeed it is much better this way, comrad.
I have to admit, my favorite commie was Trotsky, post exile.
According to a prof I had in Russian history, Trotsky was sitting in European coffee houses saying, “See? I told you if you have communism in one country it’s a murderous despotism.”
So he was killed. I’ve always thought that was pretty funny and very fitting.
I mean, he helped put communism in place and he died for it.
It was typical “intellectual” thinking. Sit around, BSing about the best way to rule the world, ignore reality (in communism you have to ignore that people are not ants or bees), and then realize that your “utopia” leads to lots of killing and “A boot, stomping on a human face…..forever” when you try to implement it.
So it was sorta fitting that he died for, almost, realizing the truth and almost Funniest End of Civilization Ever funny.
Frankly, that’s one of the pieces of information I will be curious about when they tabulate the next census data. While I may be very wrong, I am imagining a marked shift in the make-up of family dwellings.
Am I the only one with friends and acquaintances who have their single adult offspring coming home to live with them? Not just talking about 21 or 22 year olds leaving college either. I am talking late twenties into early thirties, not including divorced daughters with their kids.
I saw a beautiful mansion in La Havana divided up in just that way, back in the early 90’s. My first thought upon entering it was this scene you describe. Indelible in my memory was my host’s description of how he burrowed into the mountainside behind his alotted little space and built another whole room for his little family.
They would stuff their pockets with the rock chippings and dirt, a la “The Great Escape” and disperse the debris around their community, to avoid detection. It’s quite a paradise Castro has built there. Someone should tell Belafonte.