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Three threats of suicide last night over a six hour period, followed by "Had an epiphany: You're a horrible person! Screw you, I'm going to live!"
Relieved, but would still have her committed to a hospital if I could. Instead, called all her friends that I knew (not many) to watch out for her. Desperately hope she gets better, but I think moving to Brooklyn and starting a family might be off the agenda.
Can hopefully distract myself with a day full of commie meetings.
Thank you, comrades.
And good luck, Limey!
In an incredibly ironic stroke, me and Mr. Comrade went to a Take Back the Night rally at UMass Lowell where we held aloft "End White Supremacy" signs and complained about our women being crazy. (In the car, I was all like, "Where's the Black Women Matter sign? Black Incarcerated Lives Matter, Black Children Matter...oh, End White Supremacy? We've got a winner!")
There was an awesome moment when the speaker told the crowd to turn around and start the march. Since we were at the back, they all turned around...and stared at us. We stared back. This went on for a good minute and a half until the CAJE member with us started shouting "End white supremacy! Fight against police brutality!"
I am starting to remember why I stayed single for those long, long years.
La Principessa is not doing well. She had a couple of flare-ups while she was here, but now that she's back in NYC where I can't calm her down, she hasn't been doing well. At all. I am rather scared and have suggested that she ask her therapist about checking into a hospital.
Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Comrade are coming apart rather spectacularly. This has been going on since January, and I've come to the conclusion that she's an undiagnosed borderline personality disorder-er. Not that I know anything about psychiatry or such.
Meanwhile, meanwhile, Comrade Omar and The Black Goblin have also fallen out. Which goes to show it isn't just the chicks who are irrational and crazy.
Despite all of this, the class struggle marches on. A whole bunch of low-wage worker and anti-police brutality protests locally and nationlly, but I haven't been following the news very closely (too busy alternately fighting with/consoling La Principessa). I imagine that anyone who's interested has already seen the articles, videos, Facebook memes, etc., etc.
Have been cohering our Lowell group, though. For example, went to a "Green Summit" last night (although environmentalism still bores me to tears) at the UU church and I already knew half the people in attendance! Even got one of the non-commie members of our activist group ("The system is a caje!") to make a speech! Woo-hoo!
Couple of articles that caught my eye:
and, from some neo-Confederate website:
Finish the Civil War!
1) Amnesty International's Middle East Program (Wikipedia)
2) Large sections of even the American Empire are against sexually assaulting American servicewomen.
It's really easy to overstate the case of quashing dissent in the US today, but I don't think those are terribly good counterexamples.
"Politically correct" was a term used by non- or anti-Stalinist lefties to make fun of the ever-changing line of the Communist Party USA and those who adhered to it.
It was later revived in the seventies by some on the New Left before it blossomed into the Culture Wars catch-phrase of the nineties.
Here in NH, our high school student comrade has prepared a "lead-off" on the PKK, but we haven't been able to get everyone in the same room for awhile, alas.
Also, intriguingly titled article from The Free Thought Project, which may or may not be internet hipster douchebaggery clickbait:
More labor reporting from Comrade Omar:
GREENFIELD, MA-- On April 1, the members of UE Local 274 ratified a two year contract with Kennametal (formerly Greenfield Tap & Die) that included substantial wage increases and no concessions.
Five years ago, the Kennametal workers fought for nine months without a contract in an attempt to prevent the company from adding tiered wages and personal/sick time for new employees, among other concessions demanded by the company. Eventually the tiers were reluctantly agreed to. Last year, Kennametal closed an operation in Vermont and moved the work to the Greenfield plant, doubling the workforce there. Of course this now meant half the workforce was on the lower tier, and that when the contract came up for negotiations in March, eliminating the tier would be the top priority.
Both top and bottom tier employees unanimously agreed prior to negotiations that elimination of the tiers was the number one bargaining priority. Unfortunately, the excise tax of the Affordable Care Act (ACA/"Obamacare") threw a monkey wrench into those plans. The company already wanted to force workers into its company-wide high deductible health plan known as Flex, the terms of which they would not bargain with the union, nor guarantee the plan would not significantly change during the term of the life of the contract. Besides that the current health plan for Greenfield union employees would exceed the cap when the tax goes into effect in 2018, triggering the 40% "Cadillac" excise tax.
Since the union made clear they would not agree to the "Flex plan," nor would they agree for the members to incur all costs of an excise tax on the current plan, the company, wanting to avoid a showdown on these issues, suggested a two year contract. While this would avoid a big battle over health insurance it would also prevent the union from being able to close the gap in the wage tiers over the life of the contract, especially after the company insisted from day one they would NOT eliminate the tiers under any circumstance.
Instead the union committee, which consisted of all top tier employees except for one member, concentrated on getting large wage increases for the bottom tier in this contract. Assisted by membership activity, the committee was able to negotiate a 4.5% general wage increase for bottom tier workers in each year and a 2.75% lump sum in each year for the top tier-- closing an over 12.5% gap to within only 3.5% in only two years, hopefully making the job of closing the gap entirely in the next contract much more manageable.
In addition to the wage increases, employees kept their present health insurance plan without design changes, and only modest increases to the payroll contributions. Sickness and Accident benefits also increased, and the union and company negotiated the terms of a new weekend shift to help the company get caught up on its backorders in a way that was also beneficial to UE members.
The bargaining committee consisted of [redacted redacted]
More studious? I dropped out of college three times.
Anyway, I just spent 20 minutes typing variations of "Soviet Union, USSR, Gini coefficient, income inequality, etc." into the search engine but I can't find it. Did I dream it?
I remember (dreamed?) that you threw down a number like .something or other and I google searched it and came across a source with the same number that included a disclaimer that said it didn't take into account such things as cradle to grave health care, free education, etc. and I remember Comrade Jeff chiming in, something about "Has there ever been a time in American history when the top only made 7x the amount of the lowest," etc., etc.
Any of this ring a bell? Or am I hallucinating?
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
So...the contract here (with the raises of 5%, 3%, 3%) is not the same as the contract in the article. Weeks after I reported this, I discovered that Comrade Omar was talking about an entirely different shop altogether. I, uh, neglected to run a correction.
Look, I ain't no f~~+in' journalist, I'm a goblin!
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
That's my girl!
Also, it tickled something in my THC-addled memory. Hold on a second...
Three articles that caught my eye:
although, apparently, it was only the Georgia chapter head of the SCLC' and,
And all my comrades are talking about Yemen, but I have yet to see any articles.
Sorry, Comrade Pugwampi, I don't follow the logic. Furthermore, although I have a fondness for succubi, I can't get behind any campaign of racial genocide. (Unless, of course, it's of the filthy pinkskins*.)
[Rejects Citizen Rysky's application for membership in the Commonwealth Party of Galt (M-L)]
Die, pinkskins, die!!
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
Also, pictures of cute kids being subjected to socialist paper peddlers:
Weather forecast looks likes it's going to snow tomorrow, which would make moving The Black Goblin's Pregnant Libertarian Dreadlocked Girlfriend difficult. Maybe I can squeeze out another day in Brooklyn?
I already helped The Black Goblin move his new gun safes into the Free NH Goblin Resistance Hideout, soon to be renamed something more domestic. Gun safes, it turns out, like everything else have brand names. One was dubbed "Revolution" and the other was "The Ammo Can."
"What is that?" I quipped in between exertions, "The title of the biopic they're gonna make about your life?"
[Hollywood trailer narrator voice]
"He was an anarcho-syndicalist Teamster, she was a Ron Paul-voting welder; together their love was going to overthrow the government! Coming this April to a theater near you, Revolution and the Ammo Can!
Hmmm. Well, I had a busy week of commie furlough planned, but I've noticed La Principessa's tendency towards emotional breakdowns every 72 hours or so can make maintaining schedules difficult.
Spent a lot of time helping La Principessa with her article on the UE strike and her "lead-off" on the labor movement for her weekly Branch Meeting. Had fun at the latter, talked commie talk, sold some books, squabbled, had Mexican. Found editing La Principessa to be an interesting experience. I secretly fancy myself a better writer than her, but she's got a Master's in English and is very stubborn. She kept putting back all the weak wordings (language-wise, not commie-) that I had struck (??--stricken? Hey, I didn't say I was a great writer!).
Did a paper sale on Saturday in a Queens Metro station. I sold five papers in an hour. The whole branch can go a couple of months before we sell five in New Hampshire! Man, I love cities!
Then, last three nights in a row, boom! She keeps having bad days, so I blow off commie plans to hang around the house, smoke weed and have sex. It's a real drag, lemme tell ya. And what can make La Principessa have a bad day? You name it--a stern lecture from her vice-principal, a tense UFT delegate assembly, my not having enough orgasms (she speculated that her ratio of climaxes to mine is 8:1, he modestly added). Like I said, a drag. On the plus, though, my cooking's getting better, I've gotten a bit of reading done and I've listened to a lot of Gong.
Planning for a myriad of life-changing possibilities, none of which allow me to keep my voluminous library intact, I have decided to model myself after Harvey Pekar and peddle my books at Branch Meetings.
This week I sold:
The Struggle for a Proletarian Party by James P. Cannon
the proceeds of which I thereupon spent at a Mexican restaurant on frozen strawberry margaritas.
I also gave a beat-up thirties hardback of Victor Serge's Russia: 20 Years Later to a dear comrade of La Principessa's that I had outrageously priced at $12, mostly, I think, in hopes of dissuading people from buying it.
In fact, I'm kind of pissed about losing all of them. Why couldn't people buy Capital Vols. II and III instead?
Anyway, in my own reading I have settled on , The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African. Written by Himself.
Turned the voluntary three-day furlough into a voluntary five-day furlough. Would have made it six, but I noticed a woman with less seniority had requested next Thursday off.
"Oh, go ahead, Doodlebug, I was kind of torn. I had already decided I wasn't going to take any more time off, but, then, you know..."
"Yeah. But if you want it, go ahead."
"No, no, no, [XXXX]. I'm not going to bump you. I'll just wait until then and then I'll call out. Why should I take your day off when we can both take the day off?"
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
NYT article that came up in my Facebook feed and was more interesting when the headline read:
To go along with my finishing reading The Origin of Private Property, the Family and the State:
A commie article randomly spit out when I google searched "punaluan family,"
a long talk about
by a Britishiznoid SWPer (and for us commie watchers, that's a little loaded with irony) and, finally,
a talk by 16-year-old NJ High School Student Comrade. What were you doing when you were 16? Sniffing glue and playing Dungeons and Dragons, I bet.
[Restores democratic centralist discipline]
And, for fun,
48 hours of fighting with La Principessa led to tearful reconciliations and mutually amazing phone sex. Relationships are weird.
Anyway, anti-Scott Walker demo was a bit lackluster. 300 or so New England trade unionists marching in a quiet picket line. Lowell carpenter dude tries chanting, cops come out and tell us to be quiet because there are kids in the high school taking their SATs. Apparently, Scott Walker was kicking off his presidential campaign by whispering. Highlight was a Hispanic trade unionist who, everytime we passed him on the picket line, would shout out "Viva Fidel!" or "Che lives!" Was a little disappointed that my sign was the only one that drew the connection between Walker's assault on the unions and the police killing of Tony Robinson, but, whatever.
Later that night, went to a CAJE vegetarian dinner/meeting at a professor's beautiful loft apartment in Lowell. She had contacted Mr. Comrade for the first Lowell demo to see if her daughter could give a speech to fulfill a requirement for her bat mitzvah. Until they showed up, Mr. Comrade had no idea it was one of his professors from the previous semester.
Anyway, nice meeting with two working class black women, a (wicked hawt) Nigerian student, two lesbians, an anarcho-syndicalist and three dirty commies, kicked off by a havdalah and ended with the professor's daughters' "Smurf cake."
Activism is fun.
Older one making the rounds due to the impending Scott Walker visit to my fair state:
Damn it, the suspense is killing me! Was he good for nuthin' or wasn't he?
Actually, even if he wasn't he was. I mean, if he was really good for somethin', he would have been channelling the sites of CIA weapon drops to Nicaraguan contras and Afghan proto-al Qaedans to the KGB instead of deregulating trucking decimating the Teamsters.
Ahh, it was in the Books Thread.
A few others that failed to persuade La Principessa (man, she's stubborn):