Sander Laanemaa - Karl Marx Never Bathed: The Sad Story of The World’s First Social Justice Warrior

Karl Marx Never Bathed

The Staggeringly Messed Up

Life of The Worlds First

Social Justice Warrior

By: Sander Laanemaa
with Wesley Messamore

Table of Contents

Foreword

About The Authors

Introduction - Why This Book Now

Crisis on Campus

Essay 1: Karl Marx, The Disturbed Youth

Essay 2: Karl Marx, The Dysfunctional Adult

Essay 3: Karl Marx, The Impotent Radical

Essay 4: The Red Nightmare

Conclusion: The American Dream

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Foreword

For some reason many Westerners today are not aware of just how catastrophically evil Karl Marxs ideas have been in practice over the last 100 years:

The literally tens of millions who died under communist regimes in concentration camps and from the Marxists criminally incompetent management of critically important industries like farming and manufacturing.

And for probably the same reason

Almost no one knows about the severe personal flaws of character and moral fiber in communisms founder, Karl Marx.

Did you know?

Karl Marx:

1. Never held down a real job in his life.

1. Was an insatiable spender of other peoples money.

1. Constantly begged money from family and friends and never paid it back.

1. Never once paid his housemaid a penny for a lifetime of hard work.

1. Fathered an illegitimate son by his housemaid and treated him horribly.

1. Was the only one able to leave his house once because he pawned everyones clothes.

1. Was a severe alcoholic in staggeringly bad health who almost never bathed.

1. Said extremely racist things about Africans and Jews.

1. Never set foot in an industrial workplace once in his entire life.

1. Muscled actual workers out of leadership positions in his movement.

1. Wrote extremely terrifying poetry expressing hatred for humanity, and hoping for the destruction of the entire world.

It turns out that if you actually take a look at Karl Marxs personal life, the horrors of communism are the echoes through history of a raging, bitter, spiteful, impotent, and corrupted mind.

Emerging as they did out of this pathological individual, Marxs ideas were flawed from the very beginning and doomed for failure in the real world. Marx may have even wanted it that way.

About The Authors

Sander Laanemaa was born in Estonia in 1984. In 2011 he graduated from the Estonian Maritime Academy as a deck officer. During his studies, and subsequent time at sea, he took an interest in history, philosophy, psychology, and the occult. His research guided him deep into the rabbit hole, which ultimately led to the creation of Culture Wars, as well as this book, and many more to come.

Maritime topics aside, he has given a number of lectures about ancient history; mostly to conservative audiences. He is critical of modern social movements, and advocates a return to the classical European values.

Sander is fluent in English, Swedish, Finnish, and Estonian, and he is studying Latin and Mandarin. As a neoreactionary he is constantly striving for the betterment of himself and those around him.

Wesley Messamore is an outspoken advocate of peaceful solutions to social problems.

He's also a lifelong seeker of wisdom, beauty, and truth. He blogs about politics at HumbleLibertarian.com.

Introduction - The Setting For This Book

A zombie is haunting the world the zombie of communism. All the powers of good old fashioned Reason and basic Science have entered into a holy alliance to finally put this zombie back in the grave where it belongs.

But we just cant seem to get through to the brainless, undead monster that refuses to die, despite the wreckage of a century with half the world living under the nightmare of mass murder, police state repression, forced labor camps, and millions upon millions of starving people, dead because of the fatal conceit of violent bureaucrats who couldnt manage their way out of a paper bag much less the complexity of industries like farming and manufacturing that require specialized knowledge and you know, price signals to help them allocate resources effectively.

Are you still with me?

Hey! Who are you going to listen to? The actual farmer who knows how to farm, or the guy with a uniform and a rifle telling you Khrushchev says were planting corn this year? Yeah Im going to listen to the rifle guy too. And thats why were all going to starve if this madness is allowed into the West.

Why This Book Now?

The nightmare of 20th century communism didnt start in the 20th century with political revolutions. It started in the 19th century with a snotty, privileged, educated, upper-middle class intellectual kid, who despite all his advantages in life, turned out very rotten.

Karl Marx, the bitter, disenchanted, life-hating sourpuss of the human spirit, a truly malformed mind and a nasty human being. I mean nasty literally, as you will see in the following essays. He was literally, physically disgusting. The man wanted to restructure the entire economic order of the world, but he couldnt even take care of his own body. He barely ever even took a bath.

Karl Marx was the original SJW (Social Justice Warrior) in just about every sense of the word.

Today universities abound with these SJWs, despicably arrogant know-nothings with a proud and stubborn detachment from the lessons of history, an unwillingness to investigate beyond the hollow ringing of their shouted political slogans, bitter and raging, boiling over with seething contempt, while cradled in the 21st century, first world paradise: the safest, cleanest, healthiest, most comfortable, and most fun conditions any human being has ever enjoyed.

And these self-described Social Justice Warriors are screaming for the destruction of everything that made it possible. And anticipating with fevered passion the return and enshrinement of their most despicable god, the idol of socialism, the cold, red god with indifferent staring eyes who grinds human bodies and souls in its cold teeth by the millions.

And they shout down every opposition to their views. So thin-skinned are they, so tightly closed are their minds, so viciously dogmatic are they, that they cannot even bear to hear anything that might suggest they should reexamine their beliefs, these kids. These youths who have never worked a day in their lives, who have not yet had any responsibility, who have so far produced nothing of value to the world, who have only consumed their fat share of modern capitalisms many blessings and squawked their rude complaints, these crybabies.

They are so sensitive, they whither into an inarticulate rage at the slightest challenge to their jealously guarded religion of death. One can only imagine how seething their hatred would be for anyone who dared to notice and criticize a personal flaw in one of them. Undoubtedly many of these angry kids who, like Karl Marx, would change the entire global economic system if they could get their soft, fumbling hands on it, probably cannot even keep their own bedroom clean, or the skin behind their ears.

They are so childish. But not childish and jovial, brimming with wonder and positivity as actual children are. Nor are they childish and sad when something doesnt go their way, but quick to forgive and forget, holding no grudges, instantly happy again at some new wonder that has caught their attention and laughing through their tears already.