Capitalist Hell v/s Communist Hell
Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:10 pm
A Bengali political activist named Deb was just arriving in Hell, and was told he had a choice to make. He could go to Capitalist Hell or to Communist Hell.
Naturally, inspite of being a staunch supported of Jyoti Babu, Deb wanted to compare the two. So he wandered over to Capitalist Hell. There outside the door was Rockerfeller, looking bored. "What`s it like in there?" asked Deb. "Well," he replied, "In Capitalist Hell, they flay you alive, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and let a vulture tear your liver out, and cut you up into small pieces with sharp knives."
"That`s terrible!!" gasped Deb. "I`m going to check out Communist Hell!" He went over to Communist Hell, where he discovered a huge line of people waiting to get in; the line circled around the lobby seven times before receding off into the horizon. Deb liked this. This looked like a the line in front of his ration shop in Kolkatta. Deb pushed his way through to the head of the line, where he found Karl Marx busily signing people in. Deb asked Karl what Communist Hell was like.
"In Communist Hell," said Marx impatiently, "they flay you alive, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and let vultures tear out your liver, and cut you up into small pieces with sharp knives."
"But. .. but that`s the same as Capitalist Hell!" protested Deb, heartbroken.
"True," sighed Marx, "but sometimes we don`t have oil, sometimes we don`t have knives. .."
Naturally, inspite of being a staunch supported of Jyoti Babu, Deb wanted to compare the two. So he wandered over to Capitalist Hell. There outside the door was Rockerfeller, looking bored. "What`s it like in there?" asked Deb. "Well," he replied, "In Capitalist Hell, they flay you alive, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and let a vulture tear your liver out, and cut you up into small pieces with sharp knives."
"That`s terrible!!" gasped Deb. "I`m going to check out Communist Hell!" He went over to Communist Hell, where he discovered a huge line of people waiting to get in; the line circled around the lobby seven times before receding off into the horizon. Deb liked this. This looked like a the line in front of his ration shop in Kolkatta. Deb pushed his way through to the head of the line, where he found Karl Marx busily signing people in. Deb asked Karl what Communist Hell was like.
"In Communist Hell," said Marx impatiently, "they flay you alive, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and let vultures tear out your liver, and cut you up into small pieces with sharp knives."
"But. .. but that`s the same as Capitalist Hell!" protested Deb, heartbroken.
"True," sighed Marx, "but sometimes we don`t have oil, sometimes we don`t have knives. .."