a good righteous socialist...seems to fit my impression of you

This judgment would astonish and offend my old schoolmate Henry Cleveland of the "Young Socialists Alliance" ca. 1971, whose characteristic response to my taunts and jeers was to assure me that come The Revolution (which rough beast as I recall he was expecting to arrive by 1973 at the latest) he would personally see to it that I was put up against a wall. Henry didn't doubt for a minute that he'd be in a position to effect this after The Revolution; even had I shared this belief I'd still have taken heart at the thought that, given the numbers of other folks to whom he'd delivered this threat (the guy was lots of fun at parties), I stood an excellent chance of making middle age before he got round to me.

One needn't be a socialist or a revolutionary--and Henry C. would vigorously deny my right to either badge--to feel a hearty contempt for George Bush's Imperial Amerika.

cordially,