My grandpa lived through your "glorious cultural revolution". One day the communists came to his village and said "all of you are now pee boys". They had to pee for hours on end to entertain party officials. Mao would scream at my grandpa, he'd scream "I want to see a yellow river out of you boy". Even as an old man, he would walk around crying and asking people if they wanted to watch him pee. That's what communism is. From each according to their ability.