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The bait of simple ladies nearly made me a government operative and double crosser to my nation "Sex Lead Me To Communism" from Man to Man Vol. 2, No. 2, 1951 SEX, lady's most resistless weapon through the ages for the mastery of the male, has demonstrated one of the best and slippery gadgets in the mystery stockpile of the Communists to enroll their disagreeable armed force of spies, saboteurs and disruptionists in the inauspiciously announced war on the United States and all nice humanity. In the persevering exertion of the Kremlin to transform the entire world into nondescript slaves all together that "The International Soviet will be the human race," as their official tune, The Internationale, announces, there is no respect or soul, and indiscrimination is the standard, not the special case. The main bad habit the Reds grimace, upon is drinking! I know, since I was one of those stupid people who fell into the mantrap set by the cutting edge Delilabs who follow the Party line. They persevered relentlessly - literally nothing - so as to enroll their kindred Americans into the extraordinary intrigue to enslave, and later to exchange, each person who doesn't worship the unholy trinity of Marx, Lenin and Stalin. First came Sonia, with her full, cherry lips and her earthy colored, limpid eyes. She was a secretary, an alum of a lady's school and as deceitful a little witch as ever shook her held clench hand at a passing banner of her nation or stuck a pin into a patrolman's pony. Next came Margie, a full-bosomed redhead, another comer from England and a specialist dress planner. She had made it her all consuming purpose to draw men into Communism. At that point Mildred, a nectar blonde with a Vassar degree. She was the gay and complex sort on a superficial level, however underneath she was fatal genuine about her extreme convictions. She had a comfortable condo and apparently a lot of cash. She got a kick out of the chance to examine the social noteworthiness of Shakespeare over mixed drinks and make changes over to the "cause." At that point Terry, Betty and a few others whose names I have overlooked. What's more, ultimately, Gladys, an investor's little girl who had fled from home, arrived in New York's Greenwich Village and become the most radical of all the Communist young ladies I met. Discussion about free love! This was truly something. You sick of one, and there was consistently another available to your no matter what. No Turk could flaunt an increasingly variegated group of concubines.