Last summer I witnessed numerous construction vehicles tear apart the parking lot outside the restaurant I worked at. I remember standing transfixed, staring out the glass front doors, the scent of tar thick in the air. Giant mechanical monsters rolled over the mess that used to be flawless cement, scooping and digging and plowing. I was fascinated by the destruction. I wanted to see the entire commercial complex completely demolished.
I don’t believe I am unique in this fascination. There is a reason apocalyptic books, movies, and t.v. shows are so intensely popular. The question is whether Marxism has anything to do with it. Continue reading