BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN
There was once a rich man who pretended to be a friend of the poor. He became so deluded after many years of not being heard that he actually convinced himself and his followers that he was a friend of the poor.
One day, during troubled times, and against a weak incumbent, the rich man stood for the highest office in the land. The pollsters said he had no chance. Still, he went around offering all things to all men and built up a larger following than expected. Many saw through his uncosted promises and said they would never vote for him. Others decided to vote for him out of mere spite.
One day, in pursuit of votes, the rich man offered a poor man – in return for his vote – an earthenware jug containing a sweet-smelling liquid that the rich man swore would turn everything it came into contact with into pure gold.
The poor man– at first tempted – studied the jug.
On the jug the word “socialism” was chiselled out, and underneath were many other words written in many languages in a reddish, brown liquid, but all crossed out:
l̶a̶ ̶R̶e̶v̶o̶l̶u̶c̶i̶ó̶n̶ ̶B̶o̶l̶i̶v̶a̶r̶i̶a̶n̶a̶
̶ ̶C̶H̶X̶H̶C̶N̶ ̶V̶i̶ệ̶t̶ ̶N̶a̶m̶
̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶R̶e̶p̶u̶b̶l̶i̶c̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶Z̶i̶m̶b̶a̶b̶w̶e̶ ̶ ̶
R̶e̶v̶o̶l̶u̶c̶i̶ó̶n̶ ̶C̶u̶b̶a̶n̶a̶ ̶ ̶
R̶e̶v̶o̶l̶u̶c̶i̶ó̶n̶ ̶N̶i̶c̶a̶r̶a̶g̶ü̶e̶n̶s̶e̶ ̶ ̶
P̶a̶r̶t̶a̶i̶ ̶K̶o̶m̶u̶n̶i̶s̶ ̶I̶n̶d̶o̶n̶e̶s̶i̶a̶ ̶ ̶
р̶у̶с̶с̶к̶а̶я̶ ̶р̶е̶в̶о̶л̶ю̶ц̶и̶я̶ ̶ ̶
C̶o̶m̶m̶u̶n̶i̶s̶t̶ ̶R̶e̶v̶o̶l̶u̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶E̶l̶ ̶S̶a̶l̶v̶a̶d̶o̶r̶ ̶ ̶
የ̶ኢ̶ት̶ዮ̶ጵ̶ያ̶ ̶ሕ̶ዝ̶ቦ̶ች̶ ̶አ̶ብ̶ዮ̶ታ̶ዊ̶ ̶ዲ̶ሞ̶ክ̶ራ̶ሲ̶ያ̶ዊ̶ ̶ግ̶ን̶ባ̶ር̶?̶
The poor man could not read.
Nonetheless, he abruptly told the rich man to go away and that he would never vote for him.
Why was he not deceived?
˙ploƃ oʇ pǝuɹnʇ ǝʌɐɥ plnoʍ ƃnɾ ǝɹɐʍuǝɥʇɹɐǝ ǝɥʇ ‘ɥʇnɹʇ ǝɥʇ ƃuᴉllǝʇ uǝǝq pɐɥ uɐɯ ɥɔᴉɹ ǝɥʇ ɟI :ɹƎMSN∀