A Quote by Ellen Willis

On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin's remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with. — © Ellen Willis
On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin's remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with.
One of the most ironic things about capitalism is that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang himself with. Actually they will give you the money to make a movie that makes them look bad, if they believe they can make money off it.
Karl Marx once said, 'The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.' Marx was wrong. The last capitalist to be hanged shall be the one who donated the rope, and then lobbied for his own hanging.
We will hang the capitalists with the rope that they sell us.
When we hang the capitalists they will sell us the rope we use.
Capitalists will sell us the rope we will hang them with.
When it comes to hang the capitalists they will compete with each other to sell us the rope at a lower price.
The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.
Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.
Lenin lived, Lenin lives, Lenin will live.
You know, I have a theory about Charlie Haughey. If you give him enough rope, he'll hang you.
Revolt, it will be said, implies violence; but this is an outmoded, an incompetent conception of revolt. The most effective form of revolt in this violent world we live in is non-violence.
Who is that man over there? I don't know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him! -- hang him!
My discord must be different from yours; my revolt must not be the same thing as yours. It will not be a revolt if it is moulding itself around your revolt.
New York is the biggest mouth in the world. It appears to be prime example of the herd instinct, leading the universal urban conspiracy to beguile man from his birthright (the good ground), to hang him by his eyebrows from skyhooks above hard pavement, to crucify him, sell him, or be sold by him.
When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.
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