No, but I have the essence of things highlighted. You talk about Marx without knowing anything about it. If you know, you don’t make mistakes; you don’t say "communism is, in my personal definition, insane Christianity" to someone who asks you "why Marx would have died before being born." Someone who has read Mickey Mouse wouldn't confuse Uncle Scrooge with Donald Duck, even though Donald is his nephew and looks like him. They might be subtle distinctions; maybe I just enjoy seeing people talk about politics as if they were talking about soccer or sex.
As for Cristiano, Marxism has nothing to do with him, so much so that in Catholic countries (don't come at me with the distinction between Catholics and Christians, I’ll start laughing, just warning you), like Italy, Marxism has hardly taken root. The problem with the Communist Party, and now with the PD, is precisely that of coexisting with Christianity, which is something totally abstract, while the Marxists preach something absolutely organic, immanent, and material. For example, there will always be a Binetti. Or look at the former Soviet Union. The few countries that have secretly preserved a cult are those that contributed the most to its collapse under its own weight. And let's also add that Russians are Orthodox Christians, people far removed from what you mean by Christianity. Indeed, your view probably offends them. Marxism has nothing religious about it. Marxism is a proposal, "let's do it this way, let's share the bread, and we will all have a little bit." When someone talks about Communism, they mistakenly link it to Marxism, to the horrors of Marxism. Well, all the practical implementations of Marxism, let's say Communism, otherwise you won’t understand, Marx would have repudiated them. For Marx, the revolution had a clear course and flow, hence the dialectical hair-pulling of post-Marxists. Sorel said, allow me this other display of culture (I have it and I share it), that Marxism is an invitation to caution for revolutionaries. Can you believe that? Anyway, I'm fine, never angry. I'm not angry at you. I have fun with you. Not presumptuous, sadistic. And in the gym, forget it, I'm too alert for those places. And anyway (2), I never said I was worth more than you as a person (sorry, I extend the concept of person only to those I know well and accept as living beings). I just called you a poor thing, that’s all.