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The Cambodian version of the Big Bang Theory?

I could be wrong, but I think it was about full-steam ahead with primitive socialist (capital, lol) accumulation for an investment surplus to fund rapid industrialisation, regardless of the facts pointing to the unfeasability of its success within a compressed 20-30 year timescale.

With no credible evidence ever emerging of such a thing happening (killing lots of specky four eyes), I'll stick to the sensationalist garbage produced by hacks who 'reported' on a country they never stepped foot in during the 1970s or 80s.
 
I see. But which never happened anyway.

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Whether it was reality or not is immaterial, comrade. What is material is that it could happen to anyone questioning the revolutionary credentials of the Proletarian Democracy movement.

Especially that frogwoman and her coven cabal of man-hating witches militant feminists, with their identity politics and their wish to flaunt homo-erotic behaviours in front of male comrades. :hmm: :hmm:
 
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Bloke on left to bloke on right:
"Don't stand too close to him with the specs, or you'll get caught in the cross-fire".
 
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"...and never let it be said that I don't lead by example! Why, just now I liquidated an intellectual who was sitting next to me! At this very moment his blood is making my good peasant footrags stick to the floor!"
 
Communiqué 4 - 95/08/70 - The taste of victory.

What need have we of sweets?
When in that revolutionary dawn
The very air will be to savour.
Heady with the bitter iron
Of traitors blood, our mouths,
Our lips and tongues will
Turn away from saccharine deceits.
Farewell to Mars and Juicy Fruit.

People’s Commission for the Bright Dawn of Proletarian Democracy (PCBDPD)

Absolutely pathetic and unfit for purpose.

Armchair poetry is no solution to the frankly disgusting state of dental hygiene on our estates. The only real answer is to tackle the vile shopkeepers who grow fat on the workers' misery.

These shopkeeping scum will often give the first Rolo or Twix away free to kids--some as young as four years old--only to demand money once the child is 'hooked.' Which they soon will be, as a bite of sugary bliss provides a pathetic escapist fanstasy of temporary liberation from their wretched lumpentoddler misery.

Of course bourgeois liberal multiculturalists will whinge that chocolate is considered a delicacy in shopkeeping culture, or that giving sweets to children is regarded as an act of kindness in Shopkeeperland. Solve their dental hygiene problems by kicking their teeth in! The Milky Bar is the opium of the toddleriat. It can be crushed only on the STREETS.
 
The Workers' Girder Christmas party, note the disapproving look of Lenin:

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'Look. Karl, mate... I'm saying this as a friend, OK? Just sit down, take the lampshade off your head and actually THINK about how you're behaving right now. And stop trying to piss off the balcony while drunkenly bellowing all twelve verses of 'The Good Ship Venus', OK..?

'You'll thank me in the morning.'
 
'Look. Karl, mate... I'm saying this as a friend, OK? Just sit down, take the lampshade off your head and actually THINK about how you're behaving right now. And stop trying to piss off the balcony while drunkenly bellowing all twelve verses of 'The Good Ship Venus', OK..?

'You'll thank me in the morning.'

Ahistorical nonsense! A man of Marx's prowess would settle for nothing less than belching The Good Ship Venus. I am reliably informed that on mornings after he was also known to fart the internationale.

And is it just me or does Uncle Joe look like a drunken perv? I reckon he's about to go and try to grope Rosa Luxemburg, who is just out of shot to the right.
 
Ahistorical nonsense! A man of Marx's prowess would settle for nothing less than belching The Good Ship Venus. I am reliably informed that on mornings after he was also known to fart the internationale.

And is it just me or does Uncle Joe look like a drunken perv? I reckon he's about to go and try to grope Rosa Luxemburg, who is just out of shot to the right.

Probably wondering whether he can convince Rosa to give his worker's girder a tug.
 
Good to see that Peter Cole of Proletarian Democracy (Sudbury branch) got a strongly worded letter in yesterday's Morning Star!

Star must beware the pitfalls of Martovism

Friday 25 May 2012


I agree with George Hickman (M Star May 13) that articles on gardening, cooking etc are a needless distraction from the serious business of industrial and community activism.
Lenin himself would have agreed.

In his famous speech in the Ruzheinaya Square in July 1920, Lenin denounced the trivia and distractions employed by the bourgeoisie in their attempts to divert the proletariat from their historic mission.

He described these distractions - in a term that has become famous - as "momentary interests."

The Star should concentrate on industrial disputes and community activism. Including articles on cooking and gardening might "broaden the appeal" of the paper but this would have the effect of diluting its message. This would be blatant Martovism.
Martov tried to change the party from an organisation of professional revolutionaries to a "broad, flexible" party that any Tom, Dick or Harry could join.

And had he succeeded, there would never have been a revolution or a USSR - and would reduce the paper to just one more lifestyle magazine.

Peter Cole
Sudbury


http://www.morningstaronline.co.uk/news/content/view/full/119471

 
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