My son and I stopped by the grocery story yesterday afternoon, and he noted to me that I have a peculiar form of limp: my good leg moves forward quickly, while my injured leg moves forward more slowly. This fast--s-l-o-w--fast--s-l-o-w gait gets more pronounced the faster I try to walk.
This explains why, when I walk slowly, the limp all but disappears--because I'm just slowing down the good leg to the same speed as the bad leg.
Thinking of that today, I was reminded that that's how socialism works in practice.
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