The Canadian German Friendship League was a bust as far as I was concerned. It was a joke attracting street people and ruffian freeloaders who were powerless lumpenproletarian scum. We Reds love proletarians but not anything below that. So with the blessing of my superiors I was sent to obtain a Doctorate in Wine fromContinue reading “On the Ledge Part Four: I Became a Wine Writer and Possibly a Capitalist Toady One!“
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