Socialism provides safety in numbers. And that’s OK, if you don’t mind trading your name—your identity and individualism—for a number.

“If I had a funny thought and a runny nose, but only had one napkin and no paper…”

“Every night I cuddle with a blob of unbaked clay I fashioned in the shape of a …”

“There’s a faint whiff of feces wafting up my nostrils. But that’s natural, beca…”

“A blanket could be used to reveal hidden mysteries. Quick, get naked and get un…”