MDG: Suffice it to say that just as I don't know what goes on in the mind of a working-class person like yourself because I'm not working class, you don't know what's going on in my mind because you're not middle class.Stoller: Sorry, that's a feeble argument. Neither of us knows 'what's going on in the mind' of a capitalist or a corporal trained at the school of assassins---but we still reject their values.
MDG: I merely turned your own argument back on you, comrade.
Stoller: Did you? Sure looked like a dodge to me.
: That's because you see the world through red-tinted glasses, comrade. And that's been the source of many of our disagreements all along. But that's okay -- I see the world through animal-shaped lenses, and I'm incapable of not arguing with those who see things differently.
: So it goes.
: *takes last swig of beer, throws it drunkenly in Barry's direction, and passes out, thus discovering one surefire way to stop arguing*
That's still a dodge. You never dealt with the issue. Does the proletariat need to 'understand' the perspective of the ruling class in order to... what? Feel better about being exploited?
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