Comrade X Gets a Haircut

This sign resides in the window of the salon (yes, salon -- but NOT a BOURGEOIS salon, no, indeed, more a proletariat salon for the ... discerning oppressed underclass, which, of course, makes at all okay) where Comrade X gets his monthly haircut (yes, monthly, because when the Revolution comes, there WILL be televisual coverage, and Comrade X doesn't want to look like some sort of deranged hippie in front of the cameras -- that would discredit the cause! I thank you all for your understanding in this matter). The motto inside, unofficial, of course, is "An armed society is a polite society." Now, neither Comrade X nor the salon's owner or staff endorse outright mayhem, but really, think about it -- would YOU want your monthly dose of feeling like a human being (because really, nothing makes you feel more human than having your shaggy detrital excrescence shorn from your head) taken from you by some crazed armed gunman? Of course not! And so, Comrade X feels safe inside the confines of this salon, which is something he can't say when he leaves its comforting interior environment (plus, they have this CRAZY pink bathroom that is pinker than pink and SO shocking that you just have to stand there for a minute and hope you don't wet your pants while you take it in).

And, for once, Comrade X doesn't feel like he needs to carry a weapon because he assumes everyone else in there is doing so. Which might prove to be a fatal mistake, I don't know ... but considering the run-ins Comrade X has with the general public at his gym, well ...