: Then save your jokes for the capitalsts. Good riddance.
If this were the real world, this scene would have played out as follows: I, intrigued by your politics, attend one of your meetings for the first time. You and your comrades talk up a storm, and I either ask a few questions or, perhaps daringly, challenge you on a point. I'm greeted to a hailstorm of name-calling and angry denunciations, and I leave. As I do, you yell "Good Riddance!" and pat yourselves on the back, having succeeded in driving away a possible convert. THIS is how you plan to win your revolution? Answer away, but I'm already gone.