You did it last year and now you’re it doing it this year. It’s about time you stop printing letters from the Spartacus Youth Club. They are nothing. They stand for a system that hasn’t stood the test of time. They write letters filled with esoteric gibberish that no one wants to read, and no one should read, but you still print them. There is something intrinsically ridiculous about communist revolutionaries attending BU. This is one of the more expensive private universities in the country, dedicated to pumping out perfect corporate soldiers that will lay down their lives for God and money. No revolution is going to be fermented in the basement of CAS. There are two options for members of this group that are too brainwashed by Crass songs to come out of it: they can transfer to Berkley (preferably in 1966), or they can (in an act of utter selflessness and class compassion) let a weird German guy cook them up for the homeless. One meal for people that are forced to sleep outside next to the heating vents of this great American institution would do more good for the poor than all of the Club’s useless rumblings in this paper and at their meetings. James Downing CAS ’06