As a Marxist, i have a profound love for all the working class-some say I go too far, but I disagree. I love workers. I marvel at their lifestyle, and oftentimes try to imitate it so I can better understand them in their exploitation. I try to hang out with workers all the time (from a distance, of course, I don’t want to get dirty). They get annoyed sometimes when start reciting verses from Capital Vol. III, but my missions nevertheless get complete. And sometimes, when I’m in the middle of masturbating to pictures of feminine people dressed up in Soviet Uniforms, I hear a garbage truck come by and am overfilled with joy. I am so pleased. I rush out-sometimes without even putting my clothes on-and try to greet the workers. They’ve gotten used to it now and try to avoid me (I don’t know why!) but my message will get to them, one day. 🙂