The Theory of Everything — Part 1: Marx, Jesus and Dick Cheney
Generally, when you mention Marx in polite company, you can see people physically recoil in abject horror, as if you had just let off a really odious fart. Men faint. Women reach for the designer Gin bottle. Children are rushed upstairs to bed. The dog pisses itself and rushes out the back door and the local holy man is called to perform some form of exorcism.