karl marx who aws he

[scarletghoul]

so ii hear a lot of comreds talking about mkarl marx but i dint realy knowe what her done or was
my teacher says hwe i nvented an idea for everyine to be euqal is that rtrue ??? if so i think it sounds good but wont wordk be cause of human nature

so pleze someone tell me who wasp this marxc and is heas great as bob avakain

[Bilan]

Get a job, student.

[Quail]

Why are you this drunk at 1pm??

[Widerstand]

Why am I not?

[Quail]

Why am I not?

Maybe that is a better question.

Although I know my answer :( I'm ill, feel like crap and of course have parental responsibilities.

[Comrade Wolfie's Very Nearly Banned Adventures]

Maybe that is a better question.

Although I know my answer :( I'm ill, feel like crap and of course have parental responsibilities.

I'm drunk, come join me, I'm about 20cm to your right.

[Imposter Marxist]

karl marks you mean? The math teacher?

[Nolan]

X RAM!

ha

[JazzRemington]

He was a wonderful man. No one ever understood him. YOU ALL NEVER UNDERSTOOD HIM! :crying:

[Comrade Marxist Bro]

and is heas great as bob avakain

No.

[gorillafuck]

He was a wonderful man. No one ever understood him. YOU ALL NEVER UNDERSTOOD HIM! :crying:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt0WP9ZBNiY&feature=related

"omg i luv this song soooo much its pretty much a description of my life" - Karl Marx, in a recently discovered letter to Engels about Simple Plan.

[RedStarOverChina]

LEAVE KARL MARX ALONE! You are lucky he wrote books for you bastards!
LEAVE HIM ALONE RIGHT NOW! I MEAN IT!

[NecroCommie]

OP IS AWAMOOMOSWEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! III LOOVEEEE HIMM!!!!!! :thumbup1::thumbup1::thumbup1::thumbup1:

[Red Commissar]

He liked to troll people in pubs



One evening, Edgar Bauer, acquainted with Marx from their Berlin time and then not yet his personal enemy […], had come to town from his hermitage in High Gate for the purpose of “making a beer trip.” The problem was to “take something” in every saloon between Oxford Street and Hampstead Road – making the something a very difficult task, even by confining yourself to a minimum, considering the enormous number of saloons in that part of the city. But we went to work undaunted and managed to reach the end of Tottenham Court Road without accident.


There loud singing issued from a public house; we entered and learned that a club of Odd Fellows were celebrating a festival. We met some of the men belonging to the “party,” and they at once invited us “foreigners” with truly English hospitality to go with them into one of the rooms. We followed them in the best of spirits, and the conversation naturally turned to politics – we had been easily recognised as Germany fugitives; and the Englishmen, good old-fashioned people, who wanted to amuse us a little, considered it their duty to revile thoroughly the German princes and the Russian nobles. By “Russian” they meant Prussian nobles. Russia and Prussia are frequently confounded in England, and not alone of account of their similarity of name. For a while, everything went smoothly. We had to drink many healths and to bring out and listen to many a toast.


Then the unexpected suddenly happened…


Edgar Bauer, hurt by some chance remark, turned the tables and ridiculed the English snobs. Marx launched an enthusiastic eulogy on German science and music – no other country, he said, would have been capable of producing such masters of music as Beethoven, Mozart, Haendel and Haydn, and the Englishmen who had no music were in reality far below the Germans who had been prevented hitherto only by the miserable political and economic conditions from accomplishing any great practical work, but who would yet outclass all other nations. So fluently I have never heard him speak English.


For my part, I demonstrated in drastic words that the political conditions in England were not a bit better than in Germany [… ] the only difference being that we Germans knew our public affairs were miserable, while the Englishmen did not know it, whence it were apparent that we surpassed the Englishmen in political intelligence.


The brows of our hosts began to cloud […]; and when Edgar Bauer brought up still heavier guns and began to allude to the English cant, then a low “damned foreigners!” issued from the company, soon followed by louder repetitions. Threatening words were spoken, the brains began to be heated, fists were brandished in the air and – we were sensible enough to choose the better part of valor and managed to effect, not wholly without difficulty, a passably dignified retreat.


Now we had enough of our “beer trip” for the time being, and in order to cool our heated blood, we started on a double quick march, until Edgar Bauer stumbled over some paving stones. “Hurrah, an idea!” And in memory of mad student pranks he picked up a stone, and Clash! Clatter! a gas lantern went flying into splinters. Nonsense is contagious – Marx and I did not stay behind, and we broke four or five street lamps – it was, perhaps, 2 o’clock in the morning and the streets were deserted in consequence. But the noise nevertheless attracted the attention of a policeman who with quick resolution gave the signal to his colleagues on the same beat. And immediately countersignals were given. The position became critical.


Happily we took in the situation at a glance; and happily we knew the locality. We raced ahead, three or four policemen some distance behind us. Marx showed an activity that I should not have attributed to him. And after the wild chase had lasted some minutes, we succeeded in turning into a side street and there running through an alley – a back yard between two streets – whence we came behind the policemen who lost the trail. Now we were safe. They did not have our description and we arrived at our homes without further adventures.


Source: Karl Marx: Biographical Memoirs, by Wilhelm Liebknecht. First German edition, Nuremberg, 1896; first English translation (by E Untermann), 1901. Reprinted by Journeyman Press, London, 1975.

Karl Marx, the master of trolls. Haters gonna hate.

[Tjis]

He's a martial arts instructor.
http://www.bullshido.org/Karl_Marx

[RedStarOverChina]

He's a martial arts instructor.
http://www.bullshido.org/Karl_Marx
Nice site.

The Hanji characters on the right side of the screen says
"Idoit
Fraud
Brainwash"

[Pretty Flaco]

Karl Marx, he like, invented pasta or flew to the moon or something.

[Shokaract]

I heard he invented human nature.

[¿Que?]

THE TOP TEN KARL MARX FACTS:
01 Karl Marxs' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

02 Karl Marx counted to infinity - twice.

03 Karl Marx does not hunt because the word hunting infers the probability of failure. Karl Marx goes killing.

04 If you can see Karl Marx, he can see you. If you can't see Karl Marx you may be only seconds away from death.

05 Karl Marx sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Karl roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

06 When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night he checks his closet for Karl Marx07 Karl Marx built a time machine and went forward in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Karl Marx met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.

08 Karl Marx has already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life there.

09 They once made a Karl Marx toilet paper, but it wouldn't take shit from anybody.

10 A blind man once stepped on Karl Marxs' shoe. Karl replied, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Karl Marx!" The mere mention of his name cured this man blindness. Sadly the first, last, and only thing this man ever saw, was a fatal roundhouse delivered by Karl Marx.

[Vanguard1917]

Karl Marx can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.

Karl Marx ordered a Big Mac at Burger King and got one.

There used to be street named after Karl Marx, but it was changed because nobody crosses Karl Marx and lives. (Ask the east Europeans.)

Karl Marx can do a wheelie on a unicycle.

Karl Marx can win a game of Connect Four in only three moves.

Karl Marx once kicked a horse in the chin. Its descendants are known today as giraffes.

And so on.

[Lyev]

And he has got a really tanned sexy six-pack.

[Sasha]

he is obama's vice-president
http://www.moonbattery.com/obama-marx.jpg

[the last donut of the night]

op is drunk again

[Widerstand]

op is drunk again

Now we have a firm grasp on the obvious.