I think this would be a good time to say that I am not now nor have I ever been, nor will I ever be a C-mm-n-st. I don't know about C-mm-n-sm; they don't teach much about it in American schools. I do know what I've read in newspapers and books (including K-rl M-rx's), and I don't think I would like it. Therefore let me go on record once and for all: Fuck C-mm-n-sm.
Hell, Chapter Two is one word--fuck--followed by nine pages of footnotes (one of which is nothing but "fuck" typed 504 times).
I like this book.
Want to borrow it when I'm done?
dumbass managers.