"This revolutionary elite was nothing you could define as a party. It had no name, no habitat, no rigid line. [There was a Communist Party but it was too obvious, too crude.] Nobody could say that about the elite above . . . What it represented was a quantity of bitter intellectual radicalism infiltrated from the top downward as a doctorhood of professors, writers, critics, analysts, advisers, administators, directors of research, and so on a prepared revolutionary intelligence in spectacles . . . there was a shibboleth that united them all: "Capitalism is finished." [and one idea] the idea of a transfer of power. For that a united front; after that, anything. And the wine of communion was a passion to play upon history with a scientific revolutionary technic."
In fact that even sounds like..
Richard Carlson: . . . a zombie has no will of his own. You see them some times, walking around blindly with dead eyes, following orders, not knowing what they do, not caring.
Bob Hope: You mean, like Democrats?
"Ghost Breakers" (1940)
Keep on trucklin’! Kuhner