It was the Marx toy company that led to my inner conflicts with Karl Marx. Absurd! The Marxist dialectic of “One of the many Marx toys, have you all of them?“, being the starting point of the larger road map for a plan for world domination of international markets. One might laugh at the absurdity of it save that young minds in earlier years aside from being impressionable are also said to tightly encompass later opinions. The fact that the companies founder was a very active player in the same tribal network that the other more celebrated earlier fellow traveler of the same namesake. Both ensconced in modifying the larger world views around them through tin pan notions of plastic realities. Both attempting to capture minds through ultimate abstractions that too their adherents away from the hard surface reality of unadulterated play. Both mining the species penchant for eternal conflict to build their mental constructs of impossible Utopias by persistent reinvention. If this seems absurd then all one has to the do is do a simple string search on your favorite Internet browser of the toy company and see the many flavors of themes and incarnations of same that literally boggle the mind in their diversity. The Cultural manifestations of Louis Marxism rivals the voracity of his more intellectually focused political brethren.
Summon one’s collective consciousness and faintly picture the eternally frozen personalities of German soldier throwing his ‘potato masher’ or the Silver polystyrene armored knight threatening potential combatants in an eternally tireless pose of his war hammer raised at the ready. Could there have been a fertile seed bed in the minds of pre-adolescents of the immediate post war years had not Marx not inscribed millions of polystyrene examples of its main players and made them available to idle hands seeking play in backyard garden grassy battlefields? Would the rise of faux trends by determined cultural manipulation presaging West Coast American memes of funny cars and beach blanket surf cults been as pressing without the absurdist Ecce Homo caricatures within the unstable imagery of Marx’s Nutty Mad’s? Consider the unsettling ethereal effect on the collective psyche of strange smelling action characters like Zeppy the Cherokee, Cowgirl Jane West, Stony and Mike Hazard, all accoutered in the same smelly substance that would one day soon displace the paper shopping bag as the most preferred substance for the nation’s groceries to become enraptured within. The impressionable subconscious minds of Baby Boomers being populated by a dull rainbow offbeat colored social extremes of softly molded social stratum’s of circus fat ladies. Sights and sounds of the Midway with Pocket Pinball and daily opportunities for target practice at the Jungle Carnival Target Range that were once only available via fly by night itinerant traveling shows. But minus the Cupie doll sold separately as an accessory for good marksmanship. Big Boss Trucks, Bullet Shooting Cap Rifles, pressed steel Power Graders Rock’em Sock’em Robots, 32 Vintage Presidents of the United States, American Revolution & Roman & Fort Apache Playsets, all molding the minds and future career choices generations whose collective experience of play would one day draw upon as guide to refashion the world.