In Which Your Humble Blogger is disappointed and afraid and has no sense at all of where to go from here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, as usual, is disagreeing with someone smarter, better informed, and more experienced.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has standards, after all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was probably wrong about something at the time, but is certainly wrong now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger defends a terminology quibble that (as sometimes happens) reflects a vast difference in mindset.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hocks a tchainik, again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger points out that politics, in the course of a contradictory transitional period, and still bound within our fundamentally market-oriented noetic field, is simply the process of collectivization within capitalism, and that therefore the emancipation of labor is no simple matter of the promotion of the instruments of labor to the common property of society—this is the objective difference between a Socialism that develops from a capitalist system and one that merely emerges from it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not yet ready, but somehow that doesn't stop time from passing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger grades the whole enterprise.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no idea how it will all turn out, but that isn't entirely the point.
