There Was A Sense Of Palpable Relief

My Father Lived With Me The Last Five Years Of His Life And Passed Away Of Alzheimer's, And At That Point He Was Saying To Anyone Who Would Listen, "we All Hated The War In Vietnam." Well, It Was Easy To Hate The War In Vietnam 40 Years On.

Can We Imagine A Different World? I Can. That's A World Where Work Is Rational, It's In The Common Good, And We're Actually Producing Real Things Rather Than Spinning Our Wheels In Dreams Of Consumer Heaven.

The Only Path To The Final Defeat Of Imperialism And The Building Of Socialism Is Revolutionary War.

I Suffer From A Genetic Flaw, Which Is That My Mother Was A Hopeless Pollyanna.

In Terms Of My Own Behavior And Activity, The Funny Thing About Regrets And Saying "i'm Sorry," Is That There's So Much I Would Do Differently And Want To Do Differently Moving Forward.