I dunno that guy but I think Mao and Deng both said similar things. Fuckin hated the corn man. Allegedly Mao invited Kruschev to Beijing in 1958 to talk shop, but when Kruschev got there Mao was already vibin in the pool. Kruschev couldn’t swim but Mao refused to get out, so in goes Kruschev with his floaties on.

Art for it’s own sake is pure idealism, anti-materialist, and bourgeoisie self-indulgence.

The idea that art is or even can be some pure self-expression, some kind of raw creative exercise, is quite literally the height of idealism.

Brb gonna go tell my neice the finger painting she made this weekend is bourgeoise self-indulgence

I had an idea for a rpg once about a near-future society where jury duty lasts like five years. Like they lock you in a bubble village and cut off all your access to the outside world so that when you go to sit on a trial you have absolutely no foreknowledge of what it’s about.