Whether you celebrate the day by joyously raising the flag of the workers and saluting the mighty and glorious five-year plan for heavy-iron tractor production:
...or by smashing the Godless Commies and giving Uncle Josef a belt of all-American might and right between his beady red eyes:
...well, either way, have a happy May Day, Comrade!
Oh! And while I don't intend to turn this blog into "all Wodehouse, all the time," here's an especially apt passage from The Inimitable Jeeves that might help you choose what side you're on:
'Where did you meet her?'What, indeed! Sign me up and hand me my Junior Bolshevist card so I can at last be a card-carrying communist, please!
'On top of a bus. Her name is Charlotte Corday Rowbotham.'
'It's not her fault, poor child. Her father had her christened that because he's all for the Revolution, and it seems that the original Charlotte Corday used to go about stabbing oppressors in their baths, which entitles her to consideration and respect. You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane, and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?'