Communism (from Latin communis - common, universal) is a revolutionary socialist movement to create a classless, moneyless, and stateless social order structured upon common ownership of the means of production, as well as a social, political and economic ideology that aims at the establishment of this social order. This movement, in its Marxist-Leninist interpretations, significantly influenced the history of the 20th century, which saw intense rivalry between the "socialist world" (socialist states ruled by Communist parties) and the "western world" (countries with market economies), culminating in the Cold War between the Eastern bloc and the "Free World".[citation needed]
In Marxist theory, pure communism is a specific stage of historical development that inevitably emerges from the development of the productive forces that leads to a superabundance of material wealth, allowing for distribution based on need and social relations based on freely associated individuals. The exact definition of communism varies, and it is often mistakenly, in general political discourse, used interchangeably with socialism; however, Marxist theory contends that socialism is just a transitional stage on the road to communism. Leninism adds to Marxism the notion of a vanguard party to lead the proletarian revolution and to secure all political power after the revolution for the working class, for the development of universal class consciousness and worker participation, in a transitional stage between capitalism and socialism.
Karl Heinrich Marx (5 May 1818 – 14 March 1883) was a German philosopher, economist, sociologist, historian, journalist, and revolutionary socialist. His ideas played a significant role in the development of social science and the socialist political movement. He published various books during his lifetime, with the most notable being The Communist Manifesto (1848) and Capital (1867–1894); some of his works were co-written with his friend and fellow German revolutionary socialist, Friedrich Engels.
Born into a wealthy middle class family in Trier, formerly in Prussian Rhineland now called Rhineland-Palatinate, Marx studied at both the University of Bonn and the University of Berlin, where he became interested in the philosophical ideas of the Young Hegelians. In 1836, he became engaged to Jenny von Westphalen, marrying her in 1843. After his studies, he wrote for a radical newspaper in Cologne, and began to work out his theory of dialectical materialism. Moving to Paris in 1843, he began writing for other radical newspapers. He met Engels in Paris, and the two men worked together on a series of books. Exiled to Brussels, he became a leading figure of the Communist League, before moving back to Cologne, where he founded his own newspaper. In 1849 he was exiled again and moved to London together with his wife and children. In London, where the family was reduced to poverty, Marx continued writing and formulating his theories about the nature of society and how he believed it could be improved, and also campaigned for socialism—he became a significant figure in the International Workingmen's Association.
Monty Python (sometimes known as The Pythons) was a British surreal comedy group who created Monty Python's Flying Circus, a British television comedy sketch show that first aired on the BBC on 5 October 1969. Forty-five episodes were made over four series. The Python phenomenon developed from the television series into something larger in scope and impact, spawning touring stage shows, films, numerous albums, several books and a stage musical as well as launching the members to individual stardom. The group's influence on comedy has been compared to The Beatles' influence on music.
The television series, broadcast by the BBC from 1969 to 1974, was conceived, written and performed by members Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Terry Jones, and Michael Palin. Loosely structured as a sketch show, but with an innovative stream-of-consciousness approach (aided by Gilliam's animation), it pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable in style and content. A self-contained comedy team responsible for both writing and performing their work, the Pythons' creative control allowed them to experiment with form and content, discarding rules of television comedy. Their influence on British comedy has been apparent for years, while in North America it has coloured the work of cult performers from the early editions of Saturday Night Live through to more recent absurdist trends in television comedy. "Pythonesque" has entered the English lexicon as a result.
A dark symphony from the future of Poland.
Plot
Cleveland. 1973. Marv, the owner of an old neighborhood Jewish deli, must stay open 24 hours to cater to a new generation of clientèle, but straight-laced neighborhood do-gooders want to close him down. Meanwhile inside, hippies, bikers and crusty old Jewish men, caught in the throes of changing times and culture clash, fight over turf and yearn for a waitress to take their orders. Into this milieu drops new waitress, Susan, a wholesome small town beauty who must struggle with testy customers, a dubious romance, and a jealous head-waitress. Her future and the fate of the regulars hang by a thread as Marv takes increasingly desperate measures to save his deli.
Family Trees, Twisted Roots
She Was So Darned Alluring And He Had That Gleam In His Eye ! - Meet the Merriest Mad Man That Ever Barged Into a Lady's Boudoir !
Doreta: Madame, there's an Indian in the apartment!::Marianna Duval: Well, you needn't be so frightened. He's not an Indian. He's only an assassin.::Doreta: Madame, I'm very tolerant of the manner in which my employers amuse themselves. But when they start filling their apartments with naked assassins - I give my notice.::Marianna Duval: Use your head, Doreta. He's the fake policeman of last night.::Paul Boliet: [enters wearing a blanket and looks out of window] The police still have the block surrounded, I'll have to stay.::Marianna Duval: There, you see, Doreta. He has to stay.::Doreta: Well, I don't.::Paul Boliet: You'll earn the gratitude of the Party...::Doreta: I'm no Communist. I worked hard for my savings and I'm splitting with nobody - revolution or no revolution.::Marianna Duval: Doreta, hand me my robe. If the revolution's coming, I want to be properly dressed for it.::Paul Boliet: Where's the bathtub?::Marianna Duval: I thought Communists never bathed.::Paul Boliet: Fascist propaganda! Where's the tub?::Marianna Duval: In there.
She Was So Darned Alluring And He Had That Gleam In His Eye ! - Meet the Merriest Mad Man That Ever Barged Into a Lady's Boudoir !
Doreta: Madame, there's an Indian in the apartment!::Marianna Duval: Well, you needn't be so frightened. He's not an Indian. He's only an assassin.::Doreta: Madame, I'm very tolerant of the manner in which my employers amuse themselves. But when they start filling their apartments with naked assassins - I give my notice.::Marianna Duval: Use your head, Doreta. He's the fake policeman of last night.::Paul Boliet: [enters wearing a blanket and looks out of window] The police still have the block surrounded, I'll have to stay.::Marianna Duval: There, you see, Doreta. He has to stay.::Doreta: Well, I don't.::Paul Boliet: You'll earn the gratitude of the Party...::Doreta: I'm no Communist. I worked hard for my savings and I'm splitting with nobody - revolution or no revolution.::Marianna Duval: Doreta, hand me my robe. If the revolution's coming, I want to be properly dressed for it.::Paul Boliet: Where's the bathtub?::Marianna Duval: I thought Communists never bathed.::Paul Boliet: Fascist propaganda! Where's the tub?::Marianna Duval: In there.
You know if you were exorcised
Demoralized. it'll all be right.....yeah!
I'll grab my pen and write about
Kryptonite, so you can feel all right
You can build a bomb of lies
That doesn't hide who you are inside
You motherfuckers, it's all about shit
The bullshit runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god
It seems like you've been industrialized
Colorblind or just sold out yeah!
I never thought it would be like this
A million screaming mouths
A million pounds of shit you motherfuckers
All you fuckers just waste our time
Talking heads on sticks
Sucking corporate dicks
You motherfuckers
It's all about shit
The bullshit runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god
We'll always be the same
No matter who you are