<i>”An anarchist was on her deathbed when she’d announced that she’d become a marxist. Her affinity group was shocked! They spray-painted slogans all over her room, threw rocks through the windows and paraded around her bed with a black flag. </i>
<i>Finally, one of her lovers asked: “After all these years and all we’ve been through, how could you become a marxist?”</i>
<i>”Well,” said the turncoat, “my time is up. So I says to myself, if anyone’s going to die, let it be one of them marxist bastards.”</i>
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