I skipped over pages 2 and 3, so apologies if this has already been covered.
Hm. Communism. It depends on how one views "communism." Pack weights (i.e., misery) distributed equally? Weight to each, according to his ability, weight from each according to his need?
For my part, I think communism isn't a helpful metaphor. Compassion at gunpoint isn't compassion. But since I travel backcountry primarily with family, we've found that the stronger carrying more, and the weaker carrying less, only fits.
The note about keeping one's own weights down, that you're able to help if needed, is a good word.
I grew up paddling the BWCAW with groups ranging from 2 to 10. We only ever had one food pack (a *gorgeous* Duluth Kitchen Pack, which I lost in one of my many relocations) which also contained the stove and fuel, and it sucked to be the guy schlepping the food pack on portages. Until the last couple days, then it was a coveted position.
I've carried two packs, one in front, one behind, many times. Life is a constant stream of opportunities to serve one other. Do I love my base weight more than I love you?
Lighting fires, making friends.