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Last night's meeting was a bit farcical. Mr. Comrade had been working on a speech, allegedly it was going to be awesome. The Commandant of the Scottish Republican Army and his schoolchum were coming up with some Powerpoint presentation to accompany the speech. I asked the Commandant when I picked him if up Mr. Comrade had seen the Powerpoint presentation. He says yes. I drop the subject.
We get out to UNH and seven people have come to our meeting. I give the introduction, and announce that we're going to turn things over to Mr. Comrade. Commandante and pal then step in and give a half hour Powerpoint presentation in direct contradiction to what I just said. Mr. Comrade and I just look at each other. They proceed to give a long, dense, probably incomprehensible-to-the-uninitiated thirty minute lecture on Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, the dictatorship of the proletariat, etc., etc. Discussion afterwards was alright, but completely disjointed.
On the negative side: UNH students and comrade from Party of Socialism and Liberation probably think we're terribly amateur (well, we are); on the positive side, the Commandante's schoolchum friend got up on his own and gave a thirty minute presentation on communism in front of his peers. Which means he's ours!
Baby steps.
Vive le Galt!!!
Alas, I only know of sports what I read in commie newspapers. Which isn't much.
Commie watchers: Dave Zirin over at The Nation is a filthy state-cap Cliffite.
Oh do look closer at the world of association football, starting with the plight of the guest workers building the arenas for the planned 2022 World Cup in Qatar (and the plight of guest workers in the Gulf states in general), then read a Bill Shankly biography for some red nostalgia, and keep burrowing your way into the rabbit hole.
.Sport a distraction from real issues... Noam Chomsky can eat my old learher boots
Oh do look closer at the world of association football, starting with the plight of the guest workers building the arenas for the planned 2022 World Cup in Qatar (and the plight of guest workers in the Gulf states in general)
Organize the unorganized!
, then read a Bill Shankly biography for some red nostalgia, and keep burrowing your way into the rabbit hole.
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Sport a distraction from real issues... Noam Chomsky can eat my old learher boots
I, personally, am not interested in sports, but I don't think they are a distraction from real issues. Well, not any more so than fantasy role-playing games, substance abuse and rock'n'roll...
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Oh do look closer at the world of association football, starting with the plight of the guest workers building the arenas for the planned 2022 World Cup in Qatar (and the plight of guest workers in the Gulf states in general), then read a Bill Shankly biography for some red nostalgia, and keep burrowing your way into the rabbit hole
I went for a trial with Bill Shankly
At the end, he just looked at me blankly
He said, "You're no Roger Hunt
In fact, I'll be blunt.
You're absolute rubbish, quite frankly"
One of the reasons why the 'big' EDL march in Bradford flopped a few years ago was because the Bradford football hooligans said that the Leeds football hooligans were going to attend over their dead bodies. Probably not because they were opposed to the march, but huzzah for poisonous local rivalries nonetheless.
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!
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Dear Comrade Anklebiter,
The formation of Unions is a natural consequence of Capitalism -- more
specifically, free market interaction and the right "to gather in groups."
What union activity really does is illuminate Capitalism in action.
Socialists don't have unions. They don't need to collectively negotiate.
(The same goes for "striking" workers.) So, heralding Union activity
as a "win" for Socialism is pure ignorance, because it's really
demonstrating well-functioning Capital markets combined with
civil liberties.
Wait, now that I think about it, you should keep on do what you are doing; it's marvelously twisted -- Machiavellian even ...
Up With Unions! Everyone Unionize! Strike, strike, strike!
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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!!!
Shameless socialist self-promotion
Stand up, live better!
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!
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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.
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!!!
Also, we've been hanging out with the Commandant of the Scottish Republican Army quite a bit. He's a nerdy, nerdy kid, still a virgin (we're assuming) who will tell us stories like, "Yeah, I really liked her, so I looked her address up in the phone book and wrote her a letter. She responded three months later with a letter saying, 'Don't ever contact me again.'"
[Facepalm]
So, anyway, we've been really talking Comrade Omar up to him, how they're both "sand brothers" (one of Comrade Omar's terms), telling him about Omar's shady past and how they should hang out so that Omar can teach him how to meet girls and get laid, etc.
We were driving down to Comrade Omar's picket line on Saturday, and all of a sudden, from the backseat, the Commandant blurts out, [high-pitched nerd voice] "I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet Omar!" (Hee hee! Omar wasn't there, but when I told him about it yesterday, he laughed and laughed.)
Later, at the picket line, the strikers were playing hacky sack and it was amusing to watch the Commandant give it the old college try even though he obviously had never played hacky sack, or anything remotely physical, before.
(I didn't even try. I have a Dexterity of 6.)
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Shameless socialist self-promotion: Pre-Stand with #Wal-Mart Strikers/Stand with Ferguson rally
A to the K homeboy!
Sorry, been listening to a little too much Cypress Hill lately...
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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:
Ferguson protesters broke into the mall and stole the Thomas Tank Engine
EDIT: Expanded video footage (Please forgive the terrible singing)
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On the Kufi: A Rambling Tale
A while back, I invited Omar the Former Arab Terrorist to come with me and Mr. and Mrs. Comrade to an African Festival in Lowell. He couldn't come, but he told me that if I wore a daishiki to the event, he would give us $100. I told him I didn't have a daishiki, but even if I did, I would feel uncomfortable wearing one in public, particularly to an African Festival. He laughed and said "Yeah, that's the point."
So, we went to the event and while we were there, we found daishikis being sold for $20. So Mrs. Comrade buys one, I put it on in the parking lot before we leave, take a picture of it and present it as evidence to Omar that I wore a daishiki. He didn't give us $100, but he did give us $40 and $20 to Mrs. Comrade's expense. He still doesn't know that he was punked, hee hee!
Anyway, after that, Omar started insisting that I needed a kufi to go along with the daishiki. I ignored him, but one day, while he was on vacation in Germany, a package arrives in the mail addressed to "Commie [Doodlebug Anklebiter]" and, yup, it was a kufi.
Fast forward to Thanksgiving. Mr. and Mrs. Comrade had invited up a female comrade from New York and encouraged me to try and sleep with her. "She just found out her ex is getting married again," Mrs. Comrade began before Mr. Comrade piped up from his video game, "Yeah, you should try and f*~! her." Mrs. Comrade gives him a dirty look, shrugs, and then sez, "Well, the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody..." Socialist-feminism at its finest!
Anyway, Comrade Omar's Thanksgiving plans were ruined by one of his shops going on strike, so he was invited to Thanksgiving, too, so, to make him happy, I wore the kufi. And female comrade from New York gave me shiznit about it on and off for 14 hours. "Maybe it's different up here, but down in New York, that would be very, very wrong." "What?" I asked. She couldn't articulate very well what she felt was wrong about a white American male wearing a kufi, so I tried to help her out. "Cultural appropriation? Cultural imperialism?" "Yeah, yeah," she nodded, "that." "Bullshiznit!" I declared. "It's internationalism!"
It became kind of a running joke/provocation (alas, even when I am flirting, it seems like I'm being a contrarian asshat) and, later that night after we'd made a bunch of signs, Mr. Comrade and Female Comrade started taking pics of them. "Get in the picture, Doodlebug" sez Mr. Comrade. "But take off that hat!" commands Female Comrade. "No, no, keep it on!" replied Mr. Comrade.
So, he takes the one above with me and the toy gun in front of the "We Stand with Ferguson" sign and puts it on Facebook, all the while with Female Comrade shaking her head and clucking her tongue. It instantly gets favorited. Mr. Comrade looks up the favoriter. "Holy shiznit!" he sez, "It's a Congolese immigrant in Manchester!" In the next fifteen minutes, the picture is favorited by a variety of people, including a black comrade in Alabama and then a black comrade in Chicago. We're all laughing our asses off as Female Comrade continues to shake her head. "I told you," I said when I could catch my breath, "F#&~ing internationalism!"
Anyway, despite that, she somehow resisted succumbing to my advances. But in the 48 hours we spent doing Thanksgiving and Black Friday she has gone from not liking me very much to, well, not making out with me in an alley, but she has touched my arm repeatedly.
Baby steps!
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I wondered what the proper name for that sort of hat was, and now I know.
That's my excuse for wearing a fez, too. F***ing internationalism, not to mention solidarity with little monkeys forced to slave away for NOTHING by villainous, capitalist organ grinders all over the world. FOR INTERNATIONAL SIMIAN UNITY!
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I raise a clenched fist in salute to you, and fezzes.
As an interlude, courtesy of last weekend's mega 2nd hand book sale:
Comrade Joker 1: "'Scuse me, but do you have the Enver Hoxha cookery book?"
Me: "No, but in how many ways can you cook Enver Hoxha, anyway?"
That's as good as it's going to get, I'm afraid.
Manchester Marches for Mike Brown
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!
Finish the Civil War!
For Black Liberation Through Socialist Revolution!
In completely other news, despite a pretty awesome weekend of commie activism together, and Mr. Comrade making us watch movies about shy Chinese monks not being able to get with hawt Chinese demon slayers, and then making us watch "Do Communists Have Better Sex?," and then shouting out things like, "See? The party says sex is a moral good, everyone should have sex all the time," I didn't bang Female Comrade on their couch, although she advanced her flirtations from repeatedly touching my arm to touching my lap.
Huzzah!
Also, I've noticed that I get really excited when women belittle me. I had never noticed that before.
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Lessee, fave moments of the past weekend, a retrospective:
Black Friday
Manchester Marches for Mike Brown
[DJdD] Flirtation
"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
MRS. COMRADE--Are you saying you want to hit that?
DJdD--[Mumbles incoherently]
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?
F##+ing women.
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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.
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.
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.
Haven't had a chance to reup my MP3 player in a while, so one of the albums that I've been listening to on repeat at work is The Jungle Brothers' J. Beez wit the Remedy. And, after a while, I started paying attention to the words, particularly on "Simple As That."
Then I went through the archives and re-looked at that Not All Kickstarters Are Worth Funding thread from a whiles back and compared it with me taking seven years to make out with Ariel the Sexy Roller Derby Chick.
There's gotta be some kind of happy medium.
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True Love Waits (until after the second glass of Bailey's), if that's any consolation.
I have lunch with Ms. Technician next week, as we do from time to time. She asked me out about three years ago; I couldn't hear her due to a tannoy going off, so didn't reply. Then, a year later, I asked her out and she said no. Since then, we meet up from time to time and pretend none of the above has ever happened, which I think is something that could only happen in the UK.
Online has proved to be semi-productive, but generally it's one date and then phut, without developing into anything further. Still, these things happen.
If I wanted to meet women through politics, I wouldn't have joined the League of Cold War Relics. Possibly these things are handled better by the ultra-left.
Apparently there's some new app called Siren, where you (just for heteros at the mo, and just in the US, though they are working on an LGBT version), post your pic and some answers to silly questions and, if you are a woman and you like what you see, you can get in touch and message one another. Men can't message women without prior contact, I think.
They've trademarked the phrase 'Go ahead - charm someone's pants off', so maybe you can sue them if that doesn't happen! Thrills.
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Didn't get shot.
Instead, worked a socialist literature table for the first time in 15 years. I talked to many strangers about how I hated Obama and thought that international proletarian socialist revolution was the only answer. There were quite a few people who agreed.
Vive le Galt!
And a Stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him: for they know not the voice of Strangers. ~Book of Leafar 10:5
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I start work at 2 o'clock - considering what this sleeping pattern does to my sanity, I suspwct it's a goood thing I don't meet any women.
Slightly tempted to cross the Atlantic and nick Ms Roller-derby from under Comrade Anklebiter's mittens to demonstrate the need for decisive action is not just a thing in labour disputes.
(Also, I hear the New Hampshire winters are comparatively mild.)
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Any idea if they're hiring?
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I start work at 2 o'clock - considering what this sleeping pattern does to my sanity, I suspwct it's a goood thing I don't meet any women.
Slightly tempted to cross the Atlantic and nick Ms Roller-derby from under Comrade Anklebiter's mittens to demonstrate the need for decisive action is not just a thing in labour disputes.
(Also, I hear the New Hampshire winters are comparatively mild.)
Well, if we do communalise women, as accused, you're in there, as you can both pick her; if, as we should, we also communalise men, you're also in there, as she can pick you both!! WIN + WIN = DOUBLE WIN. Socialism at its best.
Elfquest
Are you talking about Elfquest elfquest, or some other questing elf?
I ask because the original graphic novels warped my young mind, and provided much inspiration when I colored comics later in life (including ones drawn by a guy who did books 7-8). I also happen to live a short train ride from the creators.
http://www.elfquest.com/
Slightly tempted to cross the Atlantic and nick Ms Roller-derby from under Comrade Anklebiter's mittens to demonstrate the need for decisive action is not just a thing in labour disputes.
She's single, available, and looking, gentlemen, but you'd have to be committed to living in the Bay Area if you want to keep her. I hear it's nice out there.
I've been entertaining the notion of trying to arrange a blind date between Ms. Roller Derby and my friend from Bobby Joe Ebola. He'd be right up her alley. (Hmmm, rather unfortunate choice of imagery.) But first I'd have to get in contact with him...
I don't think I saw Anklebiter mention this so:
Did UPS Discriminate Against A Pregnant Worker By Letting Her Go?
So, if I'm reading that right, female employees at UPS should only have sex while at work and on the clock so their pregnancy is an at work incident for disability purposes.
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!
Well, if we do communalise women, as accused, you're in there, as you can both pick her; if, as we should, we also communalise men, you're also in there, as she can pick you both!! WIN + WIN = DOUBLE WIN. Socialism at its best.
Socialism will get everybody laid!
but I did see over the Comrades' on the way home some disturbances in the wake of the Garner cop walking free.
[Heart in eyes]
I check in on Facebook and Female Comrade's posting about spending the last four hours in the streets.
Goblins do it, etc.
Shoulda plugged this before, but I've been busy:
STRIKE! Fast food workers strike in 190 cities Thursday.
Organize the unorganized!
For class war!
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Shoulda plugged this before, but I've been busy:
STRIKE! Fast food workers strike in 190 cities Thursday.
Organize the unorganized!
For class war!
Then there was war in Nevaeh. Michael and his angels fought against the dragons and their angels. ~Book of Leafar 12:7
Wassup, Leafar? How's kicks?
Had an epiphany at work today: If I could take the cocky, swaggering, falsely confident air that I use with bosses with women, I could probably get laid more. (Or ever.)
Epiphany led to two immediate projects I assigned myself in the spirit of Mr. Tofu's seduction guide from the Not All Kickstarters thread:
Project #1: Flirt with my unions sisters. Result: It's fun and they seem to like it.
Project #2: Overcome being uncomfortable when being touched by my union brothers, even if they are big, beefy Teamsters who look like Shrek. Result: Still slightly unsettling.
If the internet and Instagrams are to be trusted, Red Steve Kirschbaum is now going to Boston Eric Garner demos with...Eliza Dushku.
Vive le Galt!!
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:
Longtime Delta employee, labor activist Kip Hedges fired
As a former baggage handler, I say:
Reinstate Kip Hedges!
An injury to one is an injury to all!
For workers revolution!
EDIT: Online petition: Tell Delta: “Our Voices Will Not Be Silenced”
Had an epiphany at work today: If I could take the cocky, swaggering, falsely confident air that I use with bosses with women, I could probably get laid more. (Or ever.)
Epiphany led to two immediate projects I assigned myself in the spirit of Mr. Tofu's seduction guide from the Not All Kickstarters thread:
Project #1: Flirt with my unions sisters. Result: It's fun and they seem to like it.
Project #2: Overcome being uncomfortable when being touched by my union brothers, even if they are big, beefy Teamsters who look like Shrek. Result: Still slightly unsettling.
"We can know that we are continuing in union with Leafar and that he is continuing in union with us, by the fact that he has given us a portion of his spirit," his disciple Ankel said. ~Book of Leafar 4:13