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And so we swing back around to the dictatorship of the proletariat. The glorious leaders say that they only need control for a little while, then they'll give it up for a beautiful stateless society. When the workers are finally ready.

Yet living in Cuba was *exactly* what made my friend unready to take up that mantle. The so-called dictatorship of the proletariat left him immeasurably *less* ready for that world, generously assuming the glorious leaders ever even decided to offer it to him.