"The Naked Communist," by Cleon Skousen
Well, Box.. *that* was a fav book of my fascist-Gramma, she who worshipped the ground Joe McCarthy floated slightly above. It was (IIRC - been sooo long since I could bear even to skim that ugly stuff) akin to "I Led Three Lives" and other '50s Disneylandish stories of how the little cheeldrun would be subverted if they ever even came within 50 yds. of an unburned book by Marx (Groucho or the other), Engels (who he?) or Trotsky.
(Shoulda heard her fluttering about how.. them Commyunist Perfesssors at that Institute [think Linus Pauling! et al] were a gonna warp my pretty-little adolescent mind into my loving The Senator.. even less. Waal, at least she was right on that point - but I didn't need Their help..)
But it's another amusing vignette demonstrating that the irrelevancy of most congresscritters - with an open mouth hole - beggars one's search for a metaphor.
Aux barricades mes amis: the barbarians are now Within the gates and running Checkpoint Charlie too..
