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In a revolutionary society, never again will cats play with string or try to bat bottle tops around with their paws, or try to climb people's trousers in a misguided reflection of attempts by workers to climb the social ladder. Instead, liberated from the box of capitalist exploitation which in their false consciousness they always try to enter, they will study the works of Trotsky, Marx and Engels.
 
In a revolutionary society, never again will cats play with string or try to bat bottle tops around with their paws, or try to climb people's trousers in a misguided reflection of attempts by workers to climb the social ladder. Instead, liberated from the box of capitalist exploitation which in their false consciousness they always try to enter, they will study the works of Trotsky, Marx and Engels.


And get high on catnip to numb the pain!

 
In a revolutionary society, never again will cats play with string or try to bat bottle tops around with their paws, or try to climb people's trousers in a misguided reflection of attempts by workers to climb the social ladder. Instead, liberated from the box of capitalist exploitation which in their false consciousness they always try to enter, they will study the works of Trotsky, Marx and Engels.

No go cat!

There will be no lazy, selfish, individualist cats under communism. There will be no cats at all.

Towards the bright dawn of proletarian democracy with workers' feline extermination squads.

Cheers - Louis Macneice
 
maybe. the anarchowrestlers are always talking about him on fb but i don't really pay much attention. i'm a drinker lover, not a fighter
 
In a revolutionary society, never again will cats play with string or try to bat bottle tops around with their paws, or try to climb people's trousers in a misguided reflection of attempts by workers to climb the social ladder. Instead, liberated from the box of capitalist exploitation which in their false consciousness they always try to enter, they will study the works of Trotsky, Marx and Engels.

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(by B Kliban)
 
Perhaps we could allow competitive stripping and re-assemblage of worker's bomb detonators between different communes as a way of encouraging fraternal Stakhanovism, though even that is indeed fraught.
I was watching Strictly at the weekend and it struck me that the disgusting sexism and ludicrously outdated gender roles of the tango should be replaced with a routine involving say two or more comrades contemplating a particularly vexing industrial plant problem.
 
When I saw the first picture and the word 'Belfast' I thought Johnny Adair had overdosed on steroids... again! :D
 
Brilliant letter in this week's Weekly Wanker

War is great

War is inevitable, war is development. War won’t be erased in this oppressed and class-divided world. Rather it is a central part of this decaying system. The rationale of the system is if you can’t oppress others, if you can’t kill others, you have no right to survive. So war is good for this type of society. War is its motor.
A warless world means a communist world. But that also must come through another war - that is, a people’s war against the oppressing class. If you have to survive in capitalism and are fighting for communism, you have to love war. Without war nothing is possible.
So we, the world proletariat, should prepare ourselves for this sacred people’s war. Hail the war to end war! War is great!


Sanjib Sinha
Kolkata

Ah, if only it were that simple.
 
In a revolutionary society, never again will cats play with string or try to bat bottle tops around with their paws, or try to climb people's trousers in a misguided reflection of attempts by workers to climb the social ladder. Instead, liberated from the box of capitalist exploitation which in their false consciousness they always try to enter, they will study the works of Trotsky, Marx and Engels.

Cats are followers of Ayn Rand, surely?
 
Comrades, it is a fact that dialectical materialism is a scientific analysis of the objective conditions within which social forces contend for power and Proletarian Democracy has never shied away from this reality. So it is surely now necessary to turn away from the shiny & eye-catching but borderline irrelevant issues of socio-economics and the mewling party politics of the day and address an issue that comes as close as can be to a historical-objective issue for all English-speaking peoples, I speak of course of the Greengrocer's Apostrophe. Perhaps nothing better sums up the petty-bourgeois and hence utterly counter-revolutionary nature of the absent or misused apostrophe than its appropriation by greengrocers, part of the hated subaltern shopkeeper class, desperately striving (in its economic expression) for full access to the privileged realm of the big monopoly capitalists while (in its political-ideal expression) it endlessly hankers for a faux romantic nostalgic vision of a lost golden age when the small businessman was the stormtrooper of transformative capitalism, the contradiction between these two visions yielding a multitude of pathological consequences, Forward into the Past! is their cry, a cry which is both meaningless and all too useful to those darker forces who seek to exploit their confused and dichotomous weltanschauung.

Proletarian democracy has never wavered on this front. It proudly proclaims a correctly applied, scientific-materialist possessive apostrophe right at the masthead of its august organ, Workers' Girder, and no one could be in any doubt of our stance here. But what of some of those so-called (because self-described) "revolutionary parties" who claim to be following the path of Trotsky? The Socialist Workers Party? The Workers Revolutionary Party? By their wilful deletion of the appropriate possessive shall ye know them comrades. It is quite clear to those with eyes to see that these parties do NOT belong to the Workers and until we see that apostrophe we will know them for what they are; bourgeois deviationists who secretly long to don a cloak of stall-holders artificial grass, badge of the greengrocer's class.

Let no one ever doubt that the Girder belongs to the Workers! Long live the correctly applied possessive apostrophe! Death to the reactionary pseudo-grammar of the Trotskyist impersonators!
 
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