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Love Among the Commie Nerds

Spoiler:
Had a pretty bad fight with La Principessa. She got some text messages from the increasingly spiraling out-of-control, manipulative, conniving and desperate Mrs. Comrade ("I know we haven't been close lately" yeah, after you drove her away back in January, you crazy psychopath! "but I thought I should tell you I don't like the way [Doodlebug] and [Mr. Comrade] talk about you, etc.") which led to her writing an e-mail letter which wasn't very nice to which I responded with an e-mail letter that wasn't very nice and in which I told her I didn't want to move to New York. We break up.

Full fury of La Principessa is unleashed, on-and-off, for the next 48 hours. Anyway, at one point she starts going on about "You shouldn't tell people you'll always be there, you shouldn't tell them you'll love them forever, you shouldn't lie to people like that!!!! [Cries]"

It was pretty terrible, lemme tell you. Anyway, I go to go play D&D to get my mind off of shiznit and the Druids Council tells me that there is a bear cub at the local zoo who sounds like a good candidate for animal companionship.

So, The Mad Hermit goes down to the zoo, scopes it out and concocts a plan. It was a great plan. I cast charm animal, got into the bear cage, made friends with the cub, we dug a hole and I hid in the bear cage all night nuzzling with the cub. Next morning, the zookeeper comes into the monkey cage next door. The Mad Hermit from his hidden vantage point, casts entangle on the zookeeper. He makes his saving throw. "Wtf?!?" I cast charm animal on one of the monkeys to get him to steal the zookeeper's keys. The monkey makes his saving throw and flings poo at me.

My beautiful plan foiled, I decide to give up on the bear cub and release her from animal companionship. The DM, not having any idea what's going on in my personal life, says "Really, you spent all that time bonding with the cub, becoming companions for life, and now you're just going to walk away?" I start sobbing. The Black Goblin, who does know what's going on, puts his hand on my shoulder. The Mad Hermit keeps walking and the DM decides to twist the knife. "As you pass a couple of zookeepers, you can see on their clipboards that the bear cub is scheduled to be put down later in the day." I flip out, attack the zookeepers, the zookeepers tase me and throw me in an offal ditch.

I come to hours later, make my way to the meeting place where I am supposed to meet the rest of the party, covered in poo, and make a grand entrance, flinging feces all over the place as I gesticulate wildly and tell the party members that they have to follow me to the zoo. They demur. I seethe. The DM lays out the whole exposition and backstory for the adventure, but I can't listen, I am obsessed with this bear cub who, my THC-addled mind is now convinced, is a metaphor for my relationship with La Principessa.

I bide my time impatiently, until the DM starts talking about some symbols that might provide a clue to the plot. The Mad Hermit pipes up, "I've seen that symbol!" "Where?" ask the PCs and the exposition-giving NPCs. "At the zoo in the bear cage! Let's go!"

Eventually, we get down there and the Mad Hermit surprises the rest of the party by suckerpunching the first zookeeper we run into and stealing his keys. More zookeepers assemble and I push the dwarven fighter at them and yell "Look out, he's got a knife!" The zookeepers pull out their tasers.

A ridiculous combat breaks out where the party, all good, agents of the church, whatever, are trying to prevent the zookeepers from tasing them, but refuse to strike back. Meanwhile, The Mad Hermit is ignoring the melee and trying to break into the bear cage. I get in. The older bears don't like what's going on, so the dwarven cleric of nature has to intervene to prevent me from getting mauled. I free the bear. I try getting it to flee the zoo with me, but the DM points out that I had already released it from animal companionship and it no longer wants to be my friend!

The Mad Hermit starts sobbing, falls on his knees before the bear cub and cries out "Francesca!" The Black Goblin says, "Ohmygod, do you want me to punch you in the face?" which I guess is New England Teamsterspeak for "I am sorry you are in pain and will do my best to support you." The Mad Hermit is pleading with the bear cub, crying, "Please come with me Francesca, please come with me." The bear cub bites the Mad Hermit and drops him to -3 hp. I start crying. "Let the Mad Hermit die! He doesn't deserve Francesca's love!" The dwarven cleric heals him anyway.

Later, I have to explain my behavior to the DM and apologize for ruining the session, tell him what's going on with La Principessa; the DM is aghast.

Next day, more terrible back-and-forth on the phone with La Principessa which leaves me wailing on the kitchen floor like a wounded animal before she repents and starts sending apologetic text messages which leads to reconciliation. She calls after I get out of work, I'm feeling better, tell her the story about The Mad Hermit and the bear cub. I'm laughing a little as I tell the story, but she starts crying and says "I'm so sorry, baby, I don't want to hurt you anymore! [Sobs] I love you! [Sobs]"

I think we're back together.

F*#+in' D&D.


Did some commie shiznit, too. Met up with some incompetent UFCW organizer to hand out flyers in front of the Wal-Mart, did a paper sale in downtown Lowell, New Jim Crow readers circle. Couldn't make it to the Haitian Independence Day (?, I think) march in Mattapan, but Mr. Comrade organized a half-dozen CAJE-ers to attend as part of the Mass Coalition Against Police Brutality contingent and marched behind Red Steve Kirschbaum's flatbed truck which was decked out in posters of Toussaint L'Ouverture and other leaders of the Haitian Revolution. Mr. Comrade reported that the leftists in that contigent were the only white people in the whole march and people kept coming up to take their picture as some kind of novelty.

Too bad I had to work. :(


Holy f$!*, I just shed a proverbial for you mate. Good luck, just a tip from 19 years of relationship, relationships have to be a two way street of communication, compassion, and compromise, both of you need to be doing all 3.


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We're working on it.

After I took back being adamant about not moving to New York, she agreed to consider thinking about not being adamant above not leaving New York.

Anyway, she went back to her expensive, non-insurance covered behavioral therapy to learn how to deal with her anger management and other emotional outbursts, so, you know, she's trying.


Read this one yesterday:

From the Archives of Workers Vanguard--13 May 1985 MOVE Massacre--“Philly Inferno: Racist Murder!”

--May 13 marks 30 years since the Philadelphia police firebombed the MOVE organization’s Osage Avenue home. Eleven black people, including five children, were burned alive and an entire city block was incinerated. We reprint below excerpts from our article “Philly Inferno: Racist Murder!” (WV No. 380, 31 May 1985), published soon after this atrocity.

The bombing culminated a 12-hour siege by Philly police on the MOVE commune for being a supposed public nuisance. Police water cannons pumped 1,000 gallons of water per minute at the house. Cops then fired over 10,000 rounds of ammunition before dropping a satchel of explosives (provided by the Feds) on the roof, which ignited the firestorm. As they let the fire burn, the police shot at anyone who attempted to flee. The sole adult survivor, Ramona Africa, spent seven years in prison for managing to escape. (For more, see “Let the Fire Burn: A Powerful Documentary on the 1985 Bombing of MOVE,” WV No. 1034, 15 November 2013.)

From the day of the bombing, the Spartacist League has solidarized with MOVE. In contrast, our reformist opponents, while denouncing “excessive” force, rushed to the defense of Wilson Goode, Philly’s first black mayor, who ordered the assault. For example, Workers World Party insisted that Goode was “merely informed” of the massacre and “not a participant in the plans.” For its part, the Socialist Workers Party participated in a liberal coalition that debated whether to censor the “far out” MOVE members at a May 30 demonstration called to protest the bombing. The SL was prepared to commit considerable forces to this event, but when MOVE understandably pulled out, in solidarity we did so as well.

In July 1985, the SL held a public forum in New York City where MOVE supporters spoke and were able to express their outrage and pain. During discussion, a League for the Revolutionary Party (LRP) member denounced us for not polemicizing against MOVE, which would have been obscene, to say the least. The LRP later blamed the MOVE victims for their own massacre, writing: “MOVE’s isolation opened it up for a police siege” (Proletarian Revolution, Summer 1985).

The Partisan Defense Committee—a class-struggle, non-sectarian legal and social defense organization associated with the SL—began providing monthly stipends for Ramona Africa and the MOVE 9, who were imprisoned on frame-up charges of killing a Philly cop during a 1978 cop siege of their Powelton Village home. The PDC continues to provide stipends to the seven MOVE 9 members who remain incarcerated today, two having died behind bars. Free all the MOVE prisoners!

Through the MOVE prisoners, in the late 1980s we learned of Mumia Abu-Jamal, a former Black Panther and award-winning journalist known as the “voice of the voiceless” who exposed the racist cop vendetta against MOVE and was later framed up for the December 1981 killing of a Philly police officer. Mumia spent three decades on death row, and he remains condemned to life in prison without parole. He is now gravely ill (see box). Free Mumia Abu-Jamal now!

We will not forget the May 1985 massacre of MOVE and on this anniversary we continue our fight to sear it into the collective memory of the working class and oppressed.--

Comparing their intro with my posts, I was forced to wonder how differently my life would have been if I hadn't run into the Spartacist League at 16...


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La Principessa was upset because her vice-principal reamed her out for not getting her grades in. Then she told me about the following (quoted from Facebook):

"So today I did the lesson I got from [redacted] (it's also available on the Zinn Ed Project site). In it, we're trapped in the classroom forever and I own the machine that makes the only food. They were divided into workers and unemployed. Five minutes after I used the unemployed to drive wages down and brought out the anti-union contract, the class decided to 'stab me to death with a pencil' and take over the means of production. The kid who had the plan got $1 more a day, but otherwise, everything got split evenly.

"I'm proud of the understanding of social unity and concerned about the bloodthirstyness at the same time. They didn't even TRY to imprison me!

"Maybe next year I'll do it BEFORE we read Animal Farm."

Personally, I think it shows that La Principessa is an awesome teacher and instilling her kids with good class instincts.


Addendum:

"On a side note, I asked them today why they jumped straight to killing, and this tiny, soft spoken blonde girl shrugged and said, 'One less mouth to feed.'

"It took me several seconds to speak."

Those who shall not work, they shall not eat!


With the closing of the Baltimore thread, I decided I needed to repost this pic here cuz it never showed up on my Facebook page:

Me and Brother Cobb


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Don Juan's eyes only:
Not sure whether this will help or not, Doodlebug, but here's a poem I found in Byron's collected works which might be easily adapted to your purposes.


Have been watching all of 30 Rock on and off with La Principessa over the past few months. Came to the realization that Liz Lemon is a scrubbed-up, made-for-TV version of La Principessa with all of her problems made cuter.

In fact, had a dream the other night that I was in the middle of a messy break-up with Liz Lemon. Told La Principessa about it and she was delighted. "I like Liz Lemon!" Hope that doesn't make me Dennis Duffy...


Some interesting encounters over the past week have reminded me I've only really read Marx through a Leninist lens, which I'm going to have to do something about.

Don't know if anyone else has come across Marshall Berman, but his 'Adventures in Marxism' is a pretty good read, and also he and Snarf appear to have some sort of family connection. Who'd have thought it?


CAJE stuff all week. Had a movie showing last night for a documentary called The Color of Fear but I didn't get to watch it because I was too busy sitting outside texting La Principessa and (not terribly successfully) trying to console her through a pretty bad fit of depression and anxiety.

Anyway, there were about 30 attendees and all the 350 activists were jealous of how quickly our group is growing. Vive le Galt!

Funny bit from earlier in the week:

There's this middle-class black woman, a poetry professor at the local community college, who started coming to stuff. She mainly shows up because she's friends with the "anarcho-Zionist dyke," but after a while, she decided that she wanted to try and get with Mr. Comrade and started getting involved. Then she discovered that Mr. Comrade and the Nigerian Princess are into each other and the poetry professor started regressing to catty teenage girl petty aggression. Shortly after this, she posts an agenda for the next CAJE meeting on Facebook with "Ground Rules" and "Privilege Workshops" as points. I start getting worried; most of the women of color in the organization are well-off professionals, students, a Nigerian princess, etc., etc; the white men in the group are Teamsters, out-of-work carpenters and steelworkers. This could get very, very ugly.

Mr. Comrade and I were worrying about it when, all of a sudden, the lone working-class black woman in the group posts on FB about how privilege workshops are a bunch of nonsense and feelgood bullshiznit for rich people and, furthermore, who the hell are you, newb, to start proposing agendas? Mr. Comrade and I sigh in relief and high five.

Later, Mr. Comrade and the LW-CBW are chatting and he tells her how much he liked her post. She responds, "Yeah, I read that and thought to myself, 'Who is this biznitch?!? Stay in your own f*~!ing own lane!'"

God, I love the working class.


Didn't get to go to Left Forum and, while my back was turned, Red Steve Kirschbaum put the moves on La Principessa.

Link

Reinstate the School Bus 4!
Red Steve Kirschbaum: Hands off my girl!

In other news, after the CAJE meeting on Saturday, Mr. Comrade and I were sitting around waiting for the Nigerian Princess. "What are you going to do tonight?" I asked. "I don't know," he replied. "You should kidnap her and bring her up to NH to play D&D." "Oh, no..." he said. When she got in the car, Mr. Comrade suggested a variety of plans, all of which she wasn't excited about. Then I said, "You wanna come play D&D with us?" and she lit up. "Oh, yes, I've never played, I would like to see that."

So we bring her and it turns out The Black Goblin couldn't play as he had domestic preparing-for-baby-goblin plans (mostly putting together a cage), so the Nigerian Princess played his character, after having him transition gender-wise. Then her character had oral sex with Mr. Comrade's character (can't wait to tell The Black Goblin about that). It must have been exciting because later that night they had oral sex irl for the first time.

D&D will get you laid!

(Unfortunately, I can't tag the photo of me using an archery target to re-enact The Mad Hermit's pitiful encounter with the bear cub.)


Good to see you Monday Doodlebug! Also a pleasure to meet Mr Comrade. Thank you for the Dunkirkian rescue of part of my book collection. When life settles out you both will have to stop by my new digs and game.


Indeed, CC! Next time we'll bring the Nigerian Princess; she was upset that she didn't get a crack at your books. She had to attend her sister's wedding. Yeah, I know, right, where are her priorities?

I've got so many new books I don't know what to do with them! Anyway, yeah, let me know when you are settled.


Top Secret SMURF Report

Spoiler:
La Principessa wrote a "controversial" document for the internal bulletin that's got people running scared.

Meanwhile, our regional comrades are "concerned" that we've gone "ultraleft on the black question."

Hee hee!


Comrade Anklebiter wrote:

Indeed, CC! Next time we'll bring the Nigerian Princess; she was upset that she didn't get a crack at your books. She had to attend her sister's wedding. Yeah, I know, right, where are her priorities?

I've got so many new books I don't know what to do with them! Anyway, yeah, let me know when you are settled.

The books will be available until June's end, in shah Allah


Trying to get caught up with the thread, so I'll end up replying to some fairly old stuff before I reach the present. This is one I'd read before, so I'll comment on it first:

Comrade Anklebiter wrote:

Intelligentsia Flame War!:

Noam Chomsky undresses Sam Harris: Stop “pretending to have a rational discussion”

I'll admit to being a fan of Harris', and I've had great disagreements with some of Chomsky's views in the past. In this exchange, however, Chomsky seems dead-on to me, and I think Harris missed the bus.


Kirth Gersen wrote:
Trying to get caught up with the thread, so I'll end up replying to some fairly old stuff before I reach the present.

Yay! Kirth is here! Lots of good political stuff in this thread, and some scandalous romance as well!

Reply - to Srmuf report - What is the difference between left and ultra left on that issue?
EDIT: Wait let me guess -
Left - Be patient, and maybe someday politicians will do the right thing despite massive campaign donations encouraging them not to.
Ultra left - Action!
Well I guess that applies to all issues...


Yeah, I'm totally not going to comment on all the Commie Romance stuff.
(Disdainful sniff)

Spoiler:
But do keep posting it -- some of that stuff is HAWT!


In local news, Texas executed their oldest death-row prisoner this week. He was convicted 31 years ago for a quadruple homicide; what I find interesting about this case is that supposedly all four victims were shot twice each in the back of the head, using a model of firearm holding less than 8 rounds when fully-loaded, with no sign of struggle. Also interesting are the rumors that there was a hit out on one of the four victims by a drug cartel. But instead, the guy that bought a plane from them goes down (granted, his story was garbled and full of holes, so, as one local commentator pithily put it, "I believe he was executed for being a liar.")


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A short story about privilege.


Yep. Would work on me.


I'll come back and read through when I've got more time, but article my homepage spit out at me:

Federal judge orders last 'Angola 3' inmate released

Huzzah!
Vive le Galt!!!


Anyway, I shouldn't even have posted that secret SMURF report. Democratic centralism and all that.

Lessee...

Spoiler:
La Principessa lost her re-election bid for union delegate last Tuesday. She went into a tizzy of self-loathing despair even though she lost by only five votes and her chapter leader, with whom she had been clashing with, also was kicked out. Seems pretty clear to me that the rank-and-file didn't like their constant bickering so they voted all the incumbents out, but she refused to see it that way and interpreted it as a plebiscite on whether she was a good person or not. Sent me a whole bunch of text messages wildly alternating between "LEAVE ME ALONE! I'll work this out on my own" and "Why didn't you answer the phone? Why aren't you there for me?!?!?"

So, I being me, I skipped work for two days and went down early. She, of course, only remembered the messages that said "Leave me alone!" and accused me of disrespecting her wishes. I said, "Fine, I'll go back tomorrow." She then cried. Then I got her stoned, we watched some Game of Thrones, she climaxed seven times and then cooed, "Ooh, baby, I didn't realize how much I missed you..."

Spent the next five days getting through two episodes of AGoT. She texts me on my way back to New England that she is worried that all we ever do is have sex. I think (but don't text back) that the reason all we ever do is have sex is that everytime I visit she can't leave the apartment because she is either way behind on her grading or else is falling apart emotionally. [Sigh]

Anyway, it was a good visit. Have to remind myself that I'm almost 40 and can't have sex four times a day for five days straight.

Lessee...politics: This month we're having a film showing of Let the Fire Burn and a fundraiser in the park. Should be fun, Mr. Comrade is setting up a "Proletarian Dunk Tank" in which you can pay one dollar to throw water balloons at him in a cop mask. In addition to that, La Principessa ran into one Jeffrey B. Perry at Left Forum and he has tentatively agreed to come up to Lowell and lecture on Theodore W. Allen and The Invention of the White Race. In fact, I'm starting to think that I should train La Principessa to honeypot all the aging male comrades (looking at you, Red Steve!) and corral them into giving us lectures. It's for the revolution, baby!


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Proletarian clarinet fun.

The Klezmatics - In kamf (song for Lenin)


It's a Marxist dictum (or maybe a Leninist one, I forget) that you only know the world to the extent that you intervene into it, but I have always found that the more activism I do, the less I can follow the news. Hence the lack of links in this thread of late.

Anyway, paper sales, CAJE meetings, internal squabbles, and a visit to the UU church for a presentation by a Veterans for Peace member on "Moving Beyond Militarism: Ferguson, Baltimore, Baghdad and Beyond."

Latter was given by a mild-mannered, friendly black vet who was involved with the Organization for Black Struggle and the Don't Shoot Coalition in St. Louis. During the discussion period, an elderly wizard-looking white man with a lazy eye started talking about Bastille Day and the French Revolution and how he hoped that there would be a peaceful revolution in the United States and, if we all tried really hard, we could replace the political leadership of the country in two years. Mild-mannered friendly black vet sez: "I have to disagree with you. What you're talking about is fundamental change and to get fundamental change in the United States, you're going to need to have a real revolution, and I'm afraid it's going to be bloody. Because, what we're talking about here, whether it's the struggle for peace, or for black freedom, or whatever, is coming up against the power of capitalism."

Looked him up on the internet and discovered, via a right-wing wikipedia page, that he is an American cothinker of Comrade Longears.

Random video of him speaking


Love Among the Commie Nerds

Spoiler:

I could give a detailed account of my adventures with Game of Thrones but I'll just leave it at she has started calling me "My sun and stars" and I have taken to calling her "Moon of my life" even though I haven't seen/heard either of those epithets yet.

When I (thought I) was too exhausted to keep doing it, I would insist that we stop watching Game of Thrones. She would then put on Buffy the Vampire Slayer which didn't help at all, just led to me calling her "My wicked black plum" and her demanding that I bite her harder.

Anyway, across town, (well, three states away) Mr. Comrade and the Nigerian Princess were fooling around in his mother's trailer, watching Panther. She was fiddling about with his genitalia, when Huey P. Newton started giving a speech. Mr. Comrade was thrilled to watch as she got less and less interested in sex and more and more interested in Huey's rhetoric, and stopped touching him until the scene was over.

"It was pretty exciting," he commented later, "Almost as exiciting as sex."


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Well, if she gets tired of Starks and Lannisters and so on, try delving into the Eldritch Tales of Healy

Less impressive tales of love amongst the commie nerds:

The present focus of my attentions, who I will call the Popular Front For The Proliferation of Longears (PFPL, as opposed to the Democratic Front for the Proliferation of Longears (DFPL), who has gone kinda quiet at the moment) Not sure whether that's offensive or not. I expect that it is. Anyway, PFPL is a Green Party member, so far as I can tell, and is heavily involved in disabled rights, too. Huzzah! Probably not safe to break out the hammer & sickles yet, but we'll see


Missed the anniversary of the Soweto Uprising.


Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
Missed the anniversary of the Soweto Uprising.

Reading that reminds me of what an A-Hole Reagan was for supporting apartheid in SA. Seriously F that guy in the ear! On the other hand Castro was very supportive of the people in SA. Viva Castro!


Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
Anyway, anti-Scott Walker demo was a bit lackluster....Highlight was a Hispanic trade unionist who, everytime we passed him on the picket line, would shout out "Viva Fidel!" or "Che lives!"

Soweto Musical Interlude

Silver Crusade

Comrade Anklebiter, are you going to vote for Berrnie Sanders? What do you think about him?

Fergie, South Africa was not one of President Reagan's 3 main issues Cutting Taxes/reviving the economy, Rebuilding the military and defeating the Evil Empire [The Soviet Union] so Regan did not expend any of his political capitol on South Africa as it was not on his top ten list of things to do during the time of his Presidency not because of his views on South Africa. Regan, Accomplished his 3 main goals he rebuilt the US Military defeated the Soviet Union by forcing the USSR to spend it self into bankruptcy and the US had the longest peace time expansion in the economy since President Kennedy.

Scarab Sages

So: Do you have a favorite rendition of The Internationale?


I think Bomber Bernie is a sheepdog for the Other Party of racist American imperialism. No, I'm not voting for him.

Break with the Democrats!
For a revolutionary workers party!
Vive le Galt!


Lou Diamond wrote:
so Regan did not expend any of his political capitol on South Africa as it was not on his top ten list of things to do during the time of his Presidency not because of his views on South Africa.

The Surprising Republican Civil War That Erupted Over Nelson Mandela and Apartheid

Sounds like he expended some capital.


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How could I possibly resist an article entitled

Marxism for Whores?


I'm Hiding In Your Closet wrote:
So: Do you have a favorite rendition of The Internationale?

The one sung by me and a roomful of comrades.

Scarab Sages

Comrade Anklebiter wrote:


Break with the Democrats!
For a revolutionary workers party!
Vive le Galt!

Not that I'm opposed, but...exactly when/how do you expect that to actually happen?


Well, he's already done it, so I don't know what the precise answer to that is. When he first set eyes on some lovely young Spart on the Boston waterfront, perhaps.

My favourite version of the 'Internationale' is Area's, closely followed by Robert Wyatt's

Liberty's Edge

Tony Babino.


Oh, Tony Babino!

Scarab Sages

Limeylongears wrote:
Oh, Tony Babino!

Yes, that's certainly my favorite (as well as the first one I'd heard, courtesy of Capitalism: A Love Story) - now there's a revolution with dancing!


Limeylongears wrote:
When he first set eyes on some lovely young Spart on the Boston waterfront, perhaps.

Older gay dude, actually, in Andrews Square, before an anti-fascist demonstration.

He's since retired and now is trying to make a name for himself as a poet.

Interview


Btw, happy Juneteenth!

Going to a march in Dorchester Roxbury tomorrow; looks like there's gonna be a thunderstorm during our fundraiser in the park on Sunday.

:(


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Nigerian Princess as she and Mr. Comrade get ready to go see the Anglo-Ibo singer Nneka:

"I haven't met a white American male who dresses well yet."

Mr. Comrade as he puts on a dress shirt and a pair of shoes that don't have holes:

"What about me?"

Nigerian Princess:

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I love you, baby."


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D'aawwww :)

I'm down at the big anti austerity march in London - estimated 250k people speaking truth to power, with some also holding up giant inflatabe bananas at it. Everybody's there - us, in a bloc with the KKE and the Indian Worker's Association, the College of Radiographers, the RCPGB (ML), Quakers For Justice and the Class War Women's Death Brigade, the latter being a death brigade (whatever that is) of women in Class War and not some murderous anarcho-misogynist outfit.

Women in general tended to have the rudest signs - my favourite read 'March for the Squeezed Bottom' - and best of all, I managed to f*** off to the pub before the speeches!


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Some (Press) pics

Liberty's Edge

Limeylongears wrote:
I managed to f*** off to the pub before the speeches!

The people’s flag is palest pink...

;)


Limeylongears wrote:
D'aawwww :)

That's what La Principessa said when I told her the story. She followed up with "Baby, you're the worst-dressed man I've ever met, but I love you anyway."

I don't know. The Nigerian Princess liked my daishiki.

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