Speaking of political philsophy, and all, has anyone ever heard of Max Stirner? He was a ******* Kraut who lived back in the day. Walt can tell me if I'm wrong, but I believe that name translates to "Max Headroom."
Marx and Engels spent the better part of a 400-500 page book trying to refute Stirner, but they failed.
Stirner wrote:What is supposed to be my concern? First and foremost, the Good Cause, then God's cause, the cause of mankind, of truth, of freedom, of humanity, of justice; further, the cause of my people, my prince, my fatherland; finally, even the cause of Mind, and a thousand other causes...
All Things Are Nothing To Me. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is mine, and it is not a general one, but is -- unique, as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself!
The boy had a point, eh? Just ask any so-called "politician," ya know?
Stirner, after getting good and drunk, used to go out in the alley and howl at the moon at night. He was, he said, pissed off because he couldn't control the moon.