Most every charge you level at American capitalism applies with equal force to communism, with this nice difference, that the Reds make no pretense at such frivolities as civil liberties or environmentalism. The differences in degree are so great that they result in a radical difference in kind.
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- Author's profession: Author
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 29, 1927
- Died: March 14, 1989
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