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O lumpemproletariado brasileiro

Onde se lê Paris, leia-se Brasil:

Sob o pretexto de formar uma sociedade de beneficência, organizou-se todo o lumpemproletariado de Paris em ações secretas, cada uma das quais dirigida por agentes bonapartistas. Juntamente com roués [devassos, interesseiros e sem escrúpulos] arruinados, como meios de subsistência equívocos e equivocada proeminência, juntamente com rebentos degenerados e aventureiros da burguesia, vagabundos, soldados desmobilizados, [...], vigaristas, charlatões, […] donos de bordéis, […]; numa palavra, toda a massa indefinida, desagregada, flutuante a que os franceses chamam de la bohème; desse elemento, com ele aparentado, formou Bonaparte a Sociedade do 10 de dezembro, “sociedade de beneficência” na medida em que todos os membros sentiam, tal como Bonaparte, a necessidade de se beneficiar à custa da nação trabalhadora. Esse Bonaparte, se constitui como chefe do lumpemproletariado, que só neste encontra de forma maciça os interesses que ele pessoalmente persegue, que reconhece nestas fezes, detritos e escória de todas as classes a única classe em que pode apoiar-se incondicionalmente, é o autêntico Bonaparte, o Bonaparte sans phrase.

Karl Marx
1818 - 1883


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