Communists, though, are apparently not very fond of Count Von Count. He's dreadfully bourgeois, you see. 

Oscar the Grouch is also on their hitlist, for giving an erroneous depiction of the protelariat.

Today's Debate Club was a very strange one, very probably something pulled straight out of an AU fanfiction. Stansell brought his son Ryan, who kept trying to stick his fingers into sockets, pull down posters, eat erasers, etc. Many of our members were watching Sesame Street and/or Winnie the Pooh. Alexey was making plans for world domination by Russians (again). Mike was trying to defend Ron Paul, but wasn't prepared. And Stansell himself only proves the point that this was AU by leapfrogging around the room and chasing his son.

Oy vey.

I think, though, the definitive answer for this puzzling quandary would be the fact that, after...meh...seven months, several vicious snubs and a lot of mutual ignoring...

[Drumroll, Please]

Alexeystalin has actually started talking to me again.

No, that's not a typo.

It's quite true, in fact.

And it only just goes to show you that God employs fanfiction writers on crack works in mysterious ways.

For some reason which will remain unknown to modern psychology, he asked me to critique his capitalist satire. He never asks me to critique anything.

Most likely I was the only one available to stroke his...

















Ego.

Gotcha.

Anyway, he started talking to me. I mean, really talking to me and not condescending. Like how he talks to Amelia, Jaime or Taryn.

I'll have to keep being a cynic about this, but maybe it heralds a breakthrough. Maybe.

Who knows? It could be fun being friends with a egotistical Russian bastard silly Communist fellow.

"'My name is Ella', said Ella, 'and I have a hat.'"
-Matthew