Descent into hell | Dominic Wightman | The Critic Magazine

Our bridesmaid gunned down for her purse. A family friend and her husband shot to death one night in their car on the roadside by delinquent youths they died trying to protect their young daughter who trembled silently in the darkness under their bodies for hours despite the agony of a bullet which had nestled in her leg. My father-in-law reduced to a mummified corpse by cancer the drugs he required intercepted by Chavistas and sold on the black market while he suffered an excruciating death. A teenage nephew ripped from the family by Covid while taking a herbal quack cure touted by President Maduro.

Too often in the West we have discussed Socialism as if it were a cheese on a cheeseboard, some kind of edible mushroom from which we might find nourishment, even as a side dish in a broader menu of political possibilities. The truth is that Socialism is poison, whichever way it is prepared or digested. It is appropriate no, it is vital to be so black and white about it.

Socialism may glitter on the surface, but sooner rather than later it will come hurtling to the ground, with grim and bloody consequences.

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