Karl Marx and Joseph Engels, Thomas More, Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, Adolph Hitler

I lived in Germany from 1950 and until the third grade in German Chatholic school. The scars of WW2 freshly written on the walls of my parents home. The high hill outside town, built from the rubble of the war. The stink of the dead still detectable in the wind.

I listened to the old men, soldiers of the two great wars speak on socialism and on communism. I watched the films from the end of the war made by British and American soldiers at the camps. Camps they liberated.

I remember the building of the wall by the soviets. The murdered people trying to escape the communists of the West Berlin. They tried to starve the people of of the free world into submission.

Again in the US military in Germany I watched the communists and the socialists. I read their communist manifesto. I read Hitler's Mein Kampf. I visited the camp in Dachau.

My parents lived it. I lived it. That is how much I know of your socialism and communism.

I will have none of it.