Workers' Girder! Getcher Workers Girder!
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SpineyNorman
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When is the PD advent calendar coming out? I assume the workers bomb will be behind the door for the 24th?
co-op
But....but cLoWnFiSh....
That would be the *workers' bomb* you're talking about there comrade.
rekil
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Rehearsals for PD's panto have been murder this week. We can't be everywhere at once (yet).
JimW
支那暗杀团
Prolederella: This midnight transformation shows clearly the true nature of late capitalism beneath the apparent opulence and glamour!
Prince Discreet Charming of the Bourgeoisie: Oh no it doesn't!
Prolederella: Oh yes it does. Be ready for a still greater midnight transformation, when the hands of the workers' nuclear clock reach the fateful hour!
stuff_it
Too skool for cool
rekil
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I have a 'how to write a pantomime' book somewhere (with foreword by Roy Hudd!) and apparently it's important to include a "sloshy scene", ie, a sequence involving custard pies, gunge, glitter, mess and so on. In our production, the sloshy scene consists of about an orgiastic hour or so of bourgeoisie terrorising and bloodletting. Too much?
rekil
to menny cranks
This is pretty much how the rehearsals have been going so far.Edit: Got that completely wrong, haven't I?
JimW
支那暗杀团
How steel is tempered, fellow worker!
rekil
to menny cranks
It's ok, cmbbe co-op and I are developing the theory of "multitudinous-positionism"; the more statements we make about any given issue and the more inconsistent and contradictory those statements are, the greater the chances that we can (in (proletarianised) time) prove that in retrospect we have been right about everything. It's merely an extrapolation of orthodox Posadaist thought which has unified the concepts of time and space in a fusion of Einstein and Marx; whereas conventional Trotskyist parties occupy every single policy position but spread out over time, holding each belief one after the other (reflecting their outmoded Newtonian linear conception of Time) Proletarian Democracy occupies every single policy position simultaneously. We are indebted to Cmbbe Schrodinger and his cat for this insight.
*We stress that no cats were harmed in the making of the position of the Permanent Multiple Policy.
stuff_it
Too skool for cool
And the worker's children, for truly if we cannot pwn the next generation our cause will be lost to the capitalist hegemony of greed and slavery.
frogwoman
No amount of cajolery...
Louisa Pfennig hits Berlin (1925)
After spending three days in the beating heart of the cabaret scene in Europe it was time for me to be rudely brought down to view the pockmarked visage of the new volkish right in Germany. My bohemian lifestyle among the artistes and activists of Weimar Berlin seemed a world away as I agreed to meet the rising star of German fascism in an exorbitant Munich restaurant.
He disembarked from a luxurious Mercedes. Chuckling, he led me into the beer-hall.
"I enjoy the largesse of left-wing journalists" he said. "I would not be able to live without it."
He looked sharp in a stylish uniform which resembled that worn by soldiers during the Great War, something which still casts a shadow over Germany. His red armband with the crooked cross against a white background was particularly striking. I wondered where he obtained the funds for this, given he portrays himself as a champion of the little man.
My good friend Musselpear was performing her usual routine, scant strasses from where I sat. Sweat gleamed on his small moustache as he ordered two plates of sauerkraut and the most expensive bratwurst on the menu. I caught a whiff of his Eau de Volk, the hottest fragrance on Germany's market.
I dismissed his talk of Jews instantly. Agitators for social change have long struggled with the complicated issues thrown up by the concept of Jewish emancipation, and I did not wish to dwell upon it, especially when he expressed himself in so vulgar and tedious a manner.
Such opinions are not to be found within the pages of Punch magazine.
As any gentleman would, he rose as I did, half-masticated bratwurst still in his mouth, his thrown Roman salute almost took out my eye as I excused myself to go to the ladies'.
This is Adolf Hitler. Has he any idea of the Germanic grace he is attempting to defend? What is this lebensraum that he and his shady friends are attempting to create?
Hitler is unable to describe any positive features of the country in which he lives instead he conjures up a nightmarish vision of a society run by Jews. The brave heroes of the First World War thrown onto the streets.
"I've been to NSDAP demonstrations," I say. "At the one where you were on last November, where you tried to launch a coup from a beer hall".
"That was no coup," says Hitler, as he removes a piece of sauerkraut from hsi teeth. "That was the start of a national awakening"
Most German people do not share Hitler's paranoid prejudices. I should know because I am Louisa Pfennig.
Last year's economic crash will in no way engender support for a handful of madmen and their schemes. How could it, when I have stood side by side with Munich's political agitators and the cream of German bohemian society as they burn copies of Das Kapital to keep their hands warm as they march for freedom?
I leave Hitler sat on the table, poring over his sausage, screaming obscenities at the barmaids. So we have it. The far right can never conquer Germany.
After spending three days in the beating heart of the cabaret scene in Europe it was time for me to be rudely brought down to view the pockmarked visage of the new volkish right in Germany. My bohemian lifestyle among the artistes and activists of Weimar Berlin seemed a world away as I agreed to meet the rising star of German fascism in an exorbitant Munich restaurant.
He disembarked from a luxurious Mercedes. Chuckling, he led me into the beer-hall.
"I enjoy the largesse of left-wing journalists" he said. "I would not be able to live without it."
He looked sharp in a stylish uniform which resembled that worn by soldiers during the Great War, something which still casts a shadow over Germany. His red armband with the crooked cross against a white background was particularly striking. I wondered where he obtained the funds for this, given he portrays himself as a champion of the little man.
My good friend Musselpear was performing her usual routine, scant strasses from where I sat. Sweat gleamed on his small moustache as he ordered two plates of sauerkraut and the most expensive bratwurst on the menu. I caught a whiff of his Eau de Volk, the hottest fragrance on Germany's market.
I dismissed his talk of Jews instantly. Agitators for social change have long struggled with the complicated issues thrown up by the concept of Jewish emancipation, and I did not wish to dwell upon it, especially when he expressed himself in so vulgar and tedious a manner.
Such opinions are not to be found within the pages of Punch magazine.
As any gentleman would, he rose as I did, half-masticated bratwurst still in his mouth, his thrown Roman salute almost took out my eye as I excused myself to go to the ladies'.
This is Adolf Hitler. Has he any idea of the Germanic grace he is attempting to defend? What is this lebensraum that he and his shady friends are attempting to create?
Hitler is unable to describe any positive features of the country in which he lives instead he conjures up a nightmarish vision of a society run by Jews. The brave heroes of the First World War thrown onto the streets.
"I've been to NSDAP demonstrations," I say. "At the one where you were on last November, where you tried to launch a coup from a beer hall".
"That was no coup," says Hitler, as he removes a piece of sauerkraut from hsi teeth. "That was the start of a national awakening"
Most German people do not share Hitler's paranoid prejudices. I should know because I am Louisa Pfennig.
Last year's economic crash will in no way engender support for a handful of madmen and their schemes. How could it, when I have stood side by side with Munich's political agitators and the cream of German bohemian society as they burn copies of Das Kapital to keep their hands warm as they march for freedom?
I leave Hitler sat on the table, poring over his sausage, screaming obscenities at the barmaids. So we have it. The far right can never conquer Germany.
cesare
shady's dreams ♥
Oh no it isn't.
stuff_it
Too skool for cool
Facism - it's behind you!
stuff_it
Too skool for cool
cesare
shady's dreams ♥
Dame Trott is the pantomime dame in Jack and the Beanstalk. You couldn't make it up.
stuff_it
Too skool for cool
rekil
to menny cranks
Nylock
I hate 'these days'...
does the blog think it's late february 2013? I notice the countdown to the glorious 1st has only 4 months left! 
...or is it that the organ of the proletariat is so forward-thinking that it's actually living on a timeline 2 months in advance of the rest of the vanguard? 
...or is it that the organ of the proletariat is so forward-thinking that it's actually living on a timeline 2 months in advance of the rest of the vanguard? 
Frogwoman, your parody of Laurie Penny is hilarious. It is at least seven times cleverer than anything LP has penned herself. I hope she gets to read it. I am not sure that the implied analysis that the EDL is at the same stage in modern Britain as Hitler's mob was in 1925 Germany is true, but I do realise that as a Jewish person you are more tuned in to the dangers of the history of the period in question.
To use humour to make a deadly serious point is more powerful than to use stylised fashionable language to write ephemeral articles in weekend newspapers.
To use humour to make a deadly serious point is more powerful than to use stylised fashionable language to write ephemeral articles in weekend newspapers.
rekil
to menny cranks
We'll get on it as soon as panto season is over. We've got a Prolederella to put on.does the blog think it's late february 2013? I notice the countdown to the glorious 1st has only 4 months left!
barney_pig
Po-cha-na-quar-hip
The worker's year is decimalisedz
frogwoman
No amount of cajolery...
Frogwoman, your parody of Laurie Penny is hilarious. It is at least seven times cleverer than anything LP has penned herself. I hope she gets to read it. I am not sure that the implied analysis that the EDL is at the same stage in modern Britain as Hitler's mob was in 1925 Germany is true, but I do realise that as a Jewish person you are more tuned in to the dangers of the history of the period in question.
To use humour to make a deadly serious point is more powerful than to use stylised fashionable language to write ephemeral articles in weekend newspapers.
It is not so much the fact that tommy robinson is equivalent to hitler,hes not (even in 1925) it is the fact that then as now much of these peoples analysis of the far right is characterised by sensationalism and the type of "no platform" they are espousing actually ends up legitimising their views because they are not discussed in the article at all, instead what is discussed is what would be of any "celebirty"
anyway this is not a serious thread so I will shut up now
it was a joint effort with dotty too
This. With fucking bells on.
The39thStep
Urban critical thinker
Quite a remarkable assumption there
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