Karl Marx the Hypocrite

A friend and I argued once about Marx. It got so bitter, that we left angry. And, it turns out my suspicions were accurate.

I will kill the myth of the Easter Bunny. Marx was Lower Middle Class. He had a servant. He had a loving family, of which, he doted on his daughters. He even had cute nicknames which he gave them. He had a beautiful wife, who loved him. And, when she died, Marx would die a year later.

For the man who hates family, he sure had a good one. For the man who hates the middle class, he was of it.

Marx lived a happy life. With a happy family. And like his followers, he was ungrateful and raged against his lack of victimhood. The system never did to him half of the perceived insult against him.

Perhaps he saw the struggle of those lower than him. Perhaps, he was filled with compassion, having true love encompass him in his life. Having the pleasures of family, friends, and wealth, he could speculate freely on the working class.

Surely, his whining and ungrateful attitude is reflected in his worshippers today. The same, affluent masses who want to destroy capitalism, reflect the Robber Barron Marx in his ungrateful hatred toward a system, which, admittedly, did very little to him personally.

With loving family, loving wife, beautiful daughters, full of love and companionship, what reason does he to destroy the system which benefited him so well? A hypocrite of the highest order, a tried and true miscreant.

As Elvis Pressley said, "You ain't nothing but a hound dog. You ain't never caught a rabbit, AND you ain't no friend of mine."

And as a kicker, he died a millionaire, free to write and unhindered.