What’s the worst that could happen, Dad, if you go ahead and let your family fall apart?

The father of the under-fathered West, Karl Marx.

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One way of comprehending Marxism: The global reification of patricide.

Karl Marx’ father was a primo provider, but – “Daddy! Daddy wasn’t there!” – he was scornful and demanding, simultaneously dismissive and reproving of his, to him, disappointing son.

Just that much is Oedipus Rex Meets Mister Stick-it-Out – emotionally-needy baby is rebuffed by emotionally-witholding adult-baby. How common is that yarn? Ask any second-born son of a still-married-to-mom dad.

But what makes that story familiar to us is Marx himself. He was the first poor-little-rich-kid screw-up, casting the mold for his every ensuing scruffy, shuffling clone.

But the screw-up for whom Marx is the prototype is also the best vector of the virus of Marxism: Every smarmy loser who throws the stink-eye at his father is indulging the Marxian patricidal fantasy. Every angry-young-man is angry with his father first and worst.

The most bookish of these wannabe patricides become academic and activist Marxists, deploying the advantages that accrued to them by virtue of their intact-if-not-joyous families to destroy the family for every child.

For it is in this way that Marxism is most patricidal: The Marxist solution to everything is simply to do the opposite of what any self-responsible father would do. Accordingly, self-responsible fathers are the first and best defense against Marxism (and every form of criminal domination and subjugation) in a family. Hence fatherhood must be destroyed.

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Marxists reproduce by taking over whole families, all at once, by obviating or eliminating the father – patricide de jure that works as well, for recruiting life-long converts, as patricide de facto. Better, really, since nothing scares up new cadres of very-angry-young-men like being robbed of a father.

If you’re looking for a good reason to buy my book, I can name that tune in two words: Barack Obama.

Not good enough? Here are two more: Karl Marx.

If one tough-as-nails German had done a better job with his kid, tens of millions of murders of innocents could have been avoided and the suffering of billions more averted.

How much do fathers matter? That much.

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