Hello, Dalai…

You’re so swell, Dalai
Now I know what I have known for all along
You’re just a red, Dalai,
‘nother red, Dalai,
I’m just wonderin’
What the hell your
Chicom bosses think of you!

And the madness continues, folks. The Dalai Lama says he is Marxist.

“(Marxism has) moral ethics, whereas capitalism is only how to make profits,” the Dalai Lama, 74, said.

What a great spiritual leader to follow, eh? Never trust someone that always smiling…

19 thoughts on “Hello, Dalai…”

  1. What a disappointment. How can this be? What a betrayal of his own people and of all of those who supported him here.
    I am disgusted.

  2. Sure…..as long as the capitalists keep the money coming in to provide for the “people’s needs”

  3. Is he trying to shore up the support of the new regime in Nepal or is just the vegetarian diet that has finally gotten to his brain??

  4. after seeing what communism has done to his former country, you’d think he’d open his eyes on this issue.
    Amazing idiocy… or to quote Humberto, “unreal”

  5. I fear dark times are ahead everyone … hunker down and learn to grow your own food. 🙁

  6. So the CHICOMs have a fellow-traveller, who is therefore complicit in the destruction of his own nation and people. I wonder if they’ve bank-rolled him all these years. What a disgusting piece of s…

  7. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.

  8. How long till ol Dalai is spotted in a Che t-shirt.

    What a crazy old barefoot hack – he’d love Berkeley.

  9. Just like Marx himself, the Dalai sits high atop his ivory (or dirt) tower and dishes out unworkable advice while living on somebody else’s dime. It appears he not only doesn’t have a clue, but neither any self-respect, as the world’s current favorite Marxist gave him the saffron boot out of the White House via the back door into the dumpster.

    I agree that the veggies have gotten to him; or perhaps that wacky expensive tea they grow up in those regions.

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