Los Estatounidenses normalized relations with Cuba?
Didn't even know, until the ride to Concord, that the last of the Cuban Five had been released. Huzzah!
Either way, huzzah! Free all class-war prisoners!
The Concord rally was much more demoralized and subdued than either of the other two that we went to. But in other ways it was more fun. There were a few of the same faces from the UE rally, including a woman who hailed me again as "Commie [Doodlebug]!" and then introduced me to a Chief Business Agent for one of the locals (forget which now) who, prepped I'm sure, thanked us for our generous donation to the strike fund (it was only a hundred bucks). Mr. Comrade was interviewed by the local press. I listened as he gave the interview, it was pretty awesome, but, alas, the reporter (who, btw, was smoking hawt) pared it down to one sentence.
I had noted in another thread, that Paizo.com has helped me develop my lethal skills in the arts of seduction (The Crimson Masque would be so proud!), I also noticed another benefit from my years on these boards:
I was walking the picket line next to guy I recognized from the UE rally. Older, reticent, wallflower-y type. He asks where I work. I say UPS. I ask how his week was. He says it was good, asks in return. I go for it, and tell him an abbreviated version of the latest tale of disgusting goblin love that I spun over in the Charlie Manson thread. When I get to the "mild mouse...raging lion...Holy s*+&, kid, etc." he's laughing his ass off. Later, Mr. Comrade talks to him some more and comes back. "He's in the Newspaper Guild! Holy shiznit, you made another labor contact!" "It's all because of the love of la Principessa," I reply....[derail into more disgusting goblin love]
Anyway, find an old Occupy NH comrade, kind of weird dude, quiet and awkward, used to be a yogic monk or some shiznit, now is a staffer at the AFSC, and I regale him with stories of snubbing Al Gore and other tales from my sordid past. He friends on me Facebook. Later, I realize that if I shamelessly self-promote at picket lines and leftie meet-ups and tell funny stories, people think that we are cool and interesting and friend us on Facebook and then we get access to even more people to tell funny stories to and infect with revolutionary socialism.
Anyway, point is, I often find myself re-telling stories that I've posted on Paizo, so, I guess, in its way, even this den of imperialist stooges can be used to prepare for the class war.
Vive le Galt!