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David M Mallon wrote:
Yeah, well, if you stay your insurance will be free. If you don't, thank you for your generous contribution to my pension.
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
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!
Alright, class struggle fans, sorry I've been away, but, uh, can't really say I'm sorry.
Anyway, as near as I can tell the strike at Weir Valve was an almost complete success* with attacks against seniority and subcontracting being warded off. The economic gains were modest (5%, 3%, 3%) but, I think, only by ultra-left standards, and, as the striking workers stressed over and over to everyone who would listen, it was never about the money, it was about the language.
The history of the United Electrical, Radio and Machine Workers (UE) can best be illustrated, I think, in the following anecdote:
I was standing at the rally, beaming, being introduced to 150 New England union activists as "Commie [Doodlebug]" when Comrade Omar pulls out his smartphone and laughs. "Some right-wing troll just buzzed the 279 page. She's goin' on about 'Did you know your union was kicked out of the CIO during McCarthyism because they were led by Communists?' And Jimmy McBagodonuts just writes back 'Hail Mother Russia!'"
Anyway, in other news, I have no f++#ing idea what's going on in the world. The CIA raped boys in Abu-Ghraib? Los Estatounidenses normalized relations with Cuba? DiBlasio turned out to be a right piece of shiznit, like Comrade Anklebiter predicted? I have no idea, I've been up all night four nights running talking to la Principessa.
But I am going to a FairPoint rally in Concord today.
One day longer!/One day stronger!
(No fears, no goblin courtship dances in this one.)
If anyone's got any cool articles/vids of Ferguson protests this weekend, please, feel free.
Went to the UE rally to find out it was a victory rally! Who are we? UE!
Vive le Galt!
Was overjoyed to be introduced around the 100-150 person rally as "Commie [Doodlebug]," met the Commandant's parents and brother, directed a Facebook video that started with Comrade Omar speaking to the rally, did a pan around as the crowd chanted "We'll be back" and ended with me flirting with Female Comrade and then posted it on her page; it made her blush. (A shout out to Mr. Comrade's natural skill as a cinematographer.)
Today was pretty cool.
Not much this week, comrades. Spent yesterday hanging out with the Commandant. He has started referring to Comrade Omar as Uncle Omar and Mrs. Comrade as Tia Stefanie, which is the cutest thing evah.
Doin' up the Weir Valve rally in a couple of hours. Who are we? UE! Who are they? Liars!
In other news, Mrs. Comrade has arranged for Female Comrade to come back for Christmas. She is the best Branch Organizer evah!
In related news, I didn't weigh in on that Affirmative Consent thread from a whiles back, but we talked about it (and tons of other feminist issues) when Female Comrade was in town. My new line on AC is:
I gave [Female Comrade] affirmative consent, and she didn't do anything with it. Feminism sucks!
Kelsey Arwen MacAilbert wrote:
The thing is, this isn't just an issue of shootings. It's an issue of the entire policing approach in America. That policing approach does have racial issues, such as the fact that it tends to be blacks stopped and frisked much moreso than whites. Blacks don't use more pot than whites, but blacks are WAY more likely to actually get arrested for it. Where I live, a white or Asian kid or light-skinned latino is caught with pot? Probably just gets it confiscated if he isn't selling. This is urban California. It's not that big a deal. A black kid? Not getting the same chance, because suddenly it's a problem that needs to be addressed because Broken Windows Theory, and every offense has to be slammed on. It's like having two totally different policing standards. Available data suggests a stop of a black man is 21 times more likely to end with him shot than a stop of a white man. Once you get into the justice system, that continues. A black man and a white...
Woah, Mama Kelsey, I like the way you're developing! Influence of college, life, or your anti-slavery halfling paladin?
Either way, [hands Mama Kelsey a back issue of the paper and some leaflets]
Vive le Galt!
The 8th Dwarf wrote:
If you are interested, Comrade Dwarf, I think this book does a pretty good job of explaining why the rampant brutality of estadounidense police is rooted in race even when its victims are white:
Here is a summary on ESPN of all places, but I haven't watched it yet, just saw it while I was googling: Why black folks can't breathe by Jason Whitlock
Mrs. Comrade, through the powers of the internet, has gotten into contact with a bunch of young black comrades in Chicago and I am supposed to give another class on The New Jim Crow in two weeks. Which is kinda weird, seeing as how New Hampshire is a 95% white state.
Finish the Civil War!
45 minutes with West and Archie Shepp and various white dudes whose books I own!
Tried to go to work earlier today and after the Doodlemobile slipped off the road twice (also, I'm not a very good driver) I said "F*++ this, I'm going home. That's what union membership's for." Anyway, I should probably go check outside and see if the ice has melted off the roads yet. Or maybe I shouldn't...
Juda de Kerioth wrote:
The world is in crisis, and we stills do nothing to help at all.
Waited until now before interjecting some shameless socialist self-promotion:
Spread the Protests!
Mexican Brethren: An article about the disappeared Ayotzinapa students; you can probably find a better article somewhere, but this one was written by a high school student comrade in New Jersey and her first article in the paper and we're all so proud of her. For the development of communist youth leaders!
Other Americans: You're on your own.
For workers revolution from the Yukon to the Yucatan! And everywhere else, too!
Got in touch with another of my old high school friends. He's got some music-technology project he's working on, Slyde, I don't really understand what it is or what it does, but the video uses our old garage band from high school, The Spam Rockets, as an example.
Made me laugh. We did covers but we did write one original, "I Love Drugs More Than My Family." I don't think any of us had even smoked weed yet.
Noon on the picket line, the evening "dying in" in Davis, Porter and Harvard Square, just another Friday in gobboland.
Some speaker testifying at one of the pauses in the march:
"I'm f&&!ing sick of our people dying for capitalism!"
Vive le Galt!
In completely other news, after two or three days of exquisite mental torture and the most intense f~@!ing with me, Mr. and Mrs. Comrade let slip that Female Comrade likes me, too.
Waiting for Mr. Comrade to pick me up so we can go promulgate the word of revolutionary socialism and read this one.
F+$%in' bullshiznit, of course, but I wish the article made at least some mention of what the Teamsters did. 'Cuz, that shiznit would never fly in Local 25. And why didn't she at least apply for FMLA? She wouldn't have gotten paid, but she wouldn't have lost her insurance.
Man, the Teamsters ain't what they used to be.
F$+* the ghost of Jim Casey!
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
From Minneapolis: Airport Workers Spark Wage Raises
Way too many national Black Lives Matters, etc., actions to document here (Comrade Fergie?), but for something completely different:
As a former baggage handler, I say:
Reinstate Kip Hedges!
Orfamay Quest wrote:
As is appropriate. There's a very old legal maxim (dating back to the Roman Republic) : Falsus in unum, falsus in omnibus. Which translates roughly to "lie once, and everything you say will be treated as a lie."
At a recent rally for Mike Brown here in the Granite State, the NAACP chapter head was trying to get people to speak, and one of the Occupy folks who had become a Democratic state rep got up and started talking about Cicero and the rule of law.
And I thought to myself, "Yeah, great, another bunch of slaveowners. How appropriate."
I favorited it without even reading it. F! the ghost of Jim Casey.
I still haven't seen any news, but I did see over the Comrades' on the way home some disturbances in the wake of the Garner cop walking free.
Vive le Galt!
One more moment from this past weekend, but really it's about before that:
So, we're sitting around the Comrades' pad and I'm telling Female Comrade about how Mr. Comrade and I took the Commandant of the Scottish Republican Army to the Black Lives Matter event a whiles back.
"And we're driving back and it's quiet and, all of a sudden, [the Commandant] bursts out" [high-pitched nerd voice] "'You know, I was looking around, and it struck me that the fight for black freedom could be a powerful impetus for socialist revolution...'" and here I was stopped mid-laugh by a burst of emotion that reduced me to tears.
"Why do you always make fun of him," Female Comrade asks, "He seems like a sweet kid."
I hide my face to staunch my tears and grab hold of my self. "I'm not making fun of him," I explain, "I'm beaming with paternal pride."
Synergistically weirdiose enough, Omar was asking me not to long ago if I regretted not having children. (F~@! no.) He was kind of flip-flopping on it. In the end, he decided that being an uncle to his brother's kids was close enough, and he got all the best parts without any of the drawbacks. I think next time I see him I'll suggest he get a protege.
No, they were pretty sincere.
Btw, Citizen K(e)rensky, you and I must have run into a whole different set of hipsters in our lives. Or maybe we use the term differently.
Anyway, if anyone else would like to post about their perpetually adolescent lovelife, commie or not, please feel free.
Also, if anyone's got some cool commie-esque articles to post (or even better, Facebook pages of demos they've been to), please also feel free. I haven't looked at the news since before Thanksgiving.
Spent the night hanging out with Comrade Omar and his Germany-living, half-brother, Tarek. It's reassuring to know that the international hipster cognoscenti spend their Monday nights the same way as us yokels: getting high and watching Bad Santa.
Two more fave moments from the weekend before I'm off:
1) From Mr. Comrade: White college kid, at Black Friday, looking at all the signs. "Why are there Ferguson signs?" Mr. Comrade gives the pitch for united black/labor struggle to smash racist American capitalism, (including such tidbits that I had provided such as Trumka's speech, Show Me 15, and the fact that Ms. McSpadden is a member of the United Food and Commercial Workers union) kid says "Oh," thinks about it for a minute, takes the "Stand with Ferguson" sign and holds it aloft for the next two hours.
F%!~ yeah! The vanguard party in action!
2) At the Manchester Mike Brown meeting, as per usual at NH events, it was difficult to get anyone to speak. The NH NAACP chapter head, who apparently has vast experience in getting hesitant honkies to talk publicly about race, warmed everyone up and, finally cajoled some people into speaking (including, I think, the older white woman who got up at our Trayvon demonstration a whiles back who was heckled by the crowd when she went on for way too long talking about how scared she was driving through Roxbury--if so, she's learned a lot since then). First the activists, then, finally, some black residents, including a man who testified that "being black in America means being hunted 24 hours a day."
Anyway, by then, the NAACP head is having a much easier time getting people to talk when a young, white, pierced hipster student girl gets up and starts reading an essay from her smartphone. It was some essay making the rounds on the internet about white privilege and Ferguson activism, I don't know exactly what it was, but Mrs. Comrade had brought it up at Thanksgiving. Anyway, when she got to the line about white people should not speak unless invited to do so by a black person, after everyone had just been invited to speak by the NAACP chapter head, I bent in close to Female Comrade and said "How much privilege does it take to get up in front of a Mike Brown rally and talk about your f@%!ing privilege?" "Ohmygod,right?" she said and clutched my arm and I don't clearly recall what happened for the next fifteen minutes.
Lessee, fave moments of the past weekend, a retrospective:
The Commandant of the Scottish Republican Army and his schoolchums were considerably late to the picket line and were later lashed for tardiness and unprofessionalism. But, before that, when they got there, we were out of signs, so I sidled up to him, surreptitiously took a bundle out of my pocket and said "Here's your sign." I then walked away, but looked back at exactly the right moment as his face lit up when he realized that he was unfurling a Soviet flag. Later during the march, they were carrying it in front of the UE strikers. I pointed it out to Comrade Omar and his tough-guy union rep demeanor slipped for a bit as he burst out laughing. Vive le Galt!
Manchester Marches for Mike Brown
A passing motorist stopped to heckle a black teenager carrying our "We Stand with Ferguson" sign and give him the finger. Mrs. Comrade enters a fit of apoplectic rage: "F&~# you, you racist piece of shiznit! Go home and kill yourself, you f&$!ing f+$#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Which prompted the wife of the local NAACP chapter head to pipe up, "Calm down, sister, there's children present." Hee hee! Was a bit worried that this would reinforce her delusion that as a woman of Portuguese descent she qualifies as a "person of color," but regardless, as the Sparts taught me long ago, women workers have always numbered among the most ferocious fighters for their class. Vive le Galt!
I was teasing Female Comrade about the effects of cannabis smoke on short-term memory after the third time she told me somthing that I had already told her and she snaps:
"Or maybe I just don't listen to anything you have to say!" She makes an adorable "gotcha" face as Mr. Comrade goes "Ooooooo" and I blush. "Yeah," she continues taunting, "How do you like that?" "I love it," I quickly reply. "Yeah, right." "No, no, I do. Every time a pretty woman belittles me I go home and write it down in a book so that I can savor it later." Mr. Comrade breaks out laughing and it's Female Comrade's turn to blush.
Least Favorite Moment of the Weekend
Stop by the Comrades' domicile after a grueling 11-hour work day to find out if Female Comrade said anything about me. Try subtly steering the conversation in that direction, to no avail. Try being a bit less subtle. Mrs. Comrade turns to Mr. Comrade. "I didn't see any sparks flying, did you?" Mr. Comrade looks down and remains uncomfortably silent. Mrs. Comrade turns to me. I stutter and sputter and say shy adolescent things like, "Yeah, I really liked her" as she prods me, and then finally, she strikes--
MRS. COMRADE--Are you saying you want to hit that?
MRS. COMRADE--I'm sorry, are you saying you want to hit that?
DJdD--[Mumbles graduate into more audible stuttering]
MRS. COMRADE--I'm sorry, I don't understand, are you saying you want to hit that?
DJdD--G%&!@@NIT, YES, STEFANIE, YES, I WANT TO HIT THAT!
MRS. COMRADE--Well then, why are you telling me?
Which we didn't organize, but were responsible for bringing one-sixth of the participants, including a cute hipster anarcho-syndicalist couple we had met the day prior who brought two more of their cute hipster anarcho-syndicalist friends.
Only Workers Revolution Will Avenge Mike Brown!
Comrade Francesca from NYC was disgusted when the protesters took up the chant "Show me what equality looks like/This is what equality looks like!" but I explained it to her thusly:
"What was the demo? Twenty percent black? In New Hampshire? Which is, what, 95% white? That was probably the closest thing to racial equality they have ever seen in their lives."
Shameless socialist self-promotion: Post-Stand with #Wal-Mart Strikers and Ferguson rally
We made it into Alternet
It was pretty cool. We somehow organized 50ish people, including six striking UE machinists, the president of the Nashua teachers, the vice-president of the NH AFL-CIO, Jewish clergy (?!?), a bunch of kids, a bunch of retirees, random anarcho-syndicalists, we couldn't even talk to everyone who came.
We underscored the need to link the struggles of labor (Wal-Mart strikers, FairPoint workers, UE machinists) with the struggle for black liberation, marched around chanting and then marched into the Wal-Mart singing "Solidarity Forever." (Video to come later, maybe.)
Every one got a commie paper and a UE strike leaflet, our local labor contacts were blown away, we got 4 new contacts and we've organized our contingent to the Mike Brown march in Manchester tomorrow.
Vive le Galt!!!
In non-self-promoting Ferguson news:
EDIT: Expanded video footage (Please forgive the terrible singing)
While I was at work last night, Mr. and Mrs. Comrade drove down to Boston to protest in the streets.
I can't do their narrative justice, but the best two parts were:
Rallying in front of the county jail while the prisoners chalked the windows up with "Mike Brown" and raising a righteous ruckus;
Watching the crowd part so that a flatbed truck could get by, driven by Red Steve Kirschbaum (Reinstate the School Bus 4! Drop the Charges) and full of angry black kids and Comrade Bunny screaming about revolution.
Vive le Galt!!!
Alright, back to work.
Oh, actually, a Tale from the Shop Floor before I go:
So, I had last Thursday scheduled off as my one breather before peak. On Thursday they changed the start time for Sunday from noon to 10:30 without, of course, bothering to call me.
So I come strolling in at 11:40 and run into my boss's boss's boss, who's angry and sez "Where have you been? Didn't you know we were starting early today?"
"No," sez I, "I didn't. I had Thursday off. Nobody called me. I can file a grievance for that, right? Get paid even though I wasn't here?"
He shut up and quick and ran away.
On second thought, I am bowing out of this discussion. There is no need to press things further. I apologize if I have expressed myself poorly above.
I stand by every post from the last go round. Down with Obama and racist American imperialism! Free Chelsea Manning! Hands off Assange and Snowden!
Vive le Galt!!!
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
This week looks like: work, work, work, go to Comrade Omar's picket line,
Who are we? UE!Who are they? Liars!
After 11 hours of work yesterday, 4 hours of sleep and 2 hours on the picket line, I haven't even had a chance to look through the Ferguson news.
In happier news, it looks like we'll have a contingent of striking machinists at our Black Friday picket line.
Stand up, live better!
Abraham spalding wrote:
If you believe this then you should also want post-humus charges pressed against President Lincoln -- after all he knowingly and without trial had citizens of the USA killed by the military without trial. And the crimes the citizens supposedly committed are crimes only congress can judge.
I was wondering if you could substantiate this. I recall Lincoln suspending habeas corpus and running some Copperheads out of the country, but I don't recall any executions.
Oh, except for those Dakotas.
EDIT: Unless you're talking about waging the Civil War in the first place.
Dear Plutocrat Magus,
You may be interested in Comrade Lenin's What Is to Be Done?: Burning Questions of Our Movement in which ol' V.I. explains that the trade unions are the defensive organs of the working class under capitalism and that trade union consciousness is not in fact, socialist consciousness.
It is, however, the training school for the working class to practice independent self-organization and self-rule and that even those unions that are thoroughly led by pro-capitalist labor fakirs are sometimes forced to do battle with the capitalist class in defense of the living standards of their members. And as irreconcilable partisans of the working class, we champion the cause of labor and trade unions even when they limit themselves to gains that don't challenge the framework of capitalism.
The job for socialist militants is to intervene into the unions and win the rank-and-file away from the pro-capitalist "labor aristocracy" and to the cause of international proletarian socialist revolution.
So, I agree: Up with Unions! Everyone Unionize! Strike, strike, strike!
Vive le Galt!!!
Lessee...Friday's paper sale was terrible due to there being no people around and it being very cold. Got back home, fired up the computer and discovered that we had missed a 200ish-people-sized FairPoint rally in Manchester, NH. Discovered that pressing the "Follow" button on Facebook apparently isn't enough. Found another page and signed up for alerts so that, hopefully, that won't happen again.
Over the past couple of days a strike broke out at one of Comrade Omar's shops, so we went there before heading down to Boston for the CPUSA's report back from China.
The comrades at the Center for Marxist Education were very, very nice and very, very old. Although one of them was the Teamsters for a Democratic Union activist in my local (recently retired). I knew he was some kind of pinko, but I had no idea he attended Communist Party meetings about China.
This week looks like: work, work, work, go to Comrade Omar's picket line, work, work, cry that Ariel hasn't called me back, work, work, Black Friday protest. Maybe something about Ferguson is that pops up while I'm not at work.
Vive le Galt!