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In and out of each other's houses, with each other's property...

My mum tells this story and she insists it's true, that once someone came round her house as a kid, made themselves a cup of tea without asking, spent 5 minutes chatting to my grandparents, used the toilet and then left. Oh yeah and apparently when she was in her early teens her neighbours used to let her bath their kids. :eek:
 
My mum tells this story and she insists it's true, that once someone came round her house as a kid, made themselves a cup of tea without asking, spent 5 minutes chatting to my grandparents, used the toilet and then left. Oh yeah and apparently when she was in her early teens her neighbours used to let her bath their kids. :eek:

Practical communism in action :)
 
My mum tells this story and she insists it's true, that once someone came round her house as a kid, made themselves a cup of tea without asking, spent 5 minutes chatting to my grandparents, used the toilet and then left. Oh yeah and apparently when she was in her early teens her neighbours used to let her bath their kids. :eek:

im not joking but i dont see whats so odd with all that
 
Why We Should Drop the Bombs
Alia Johnson

it would be so exciting
it would be so powerful
it would punish us for our sins
things wouldn't be so boring anymore
we could get back to basics
we would remember who we love
it would be so loud
it would be so hot
the mushroom clouds would rise up
we could start over
we wouldn't have to be afraid of it anymore
we wouldn't have to be afraid anymore
we would finally have done it
better than Raskolnikov
it would release our anger
in the ultimate tantrum
then we could rest
 
Why We Should Drop the Bombs
Alia Johnson

it would be so exciting
it would be so powerful
it would punish us for our sins
things wouldn't be so boring anymore
we could get back to basics
we would remember who we love
it would be so loud
it would be so hot
the mushroom clouds would rise up
we could start over
we wouldn't have to be afraid of it anymore
we wouldn't have to be afraid anymore
we would finally have done it
better than Raskolnikov
it would release our anger
in the ultimate tantrum
then we could rest

Wow. I can say with almost 100% certainty I've never seen this before but I wrote a poem very similar in 2007.
 
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i like angry stalinist child. can the pd image crew utilise this?

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The young comrade in the middle is looking daggers at the one on the right.

Thinks: "How come she gets a big bouquet and I don't? especially when she's wearing that poncey socks-and-silver-shoes combo. I hate her!"

I predict the psychological effects will lead this young comrade to a position of power and a tendency to purges of petit-bourgeois elements in future...
 
Dekulakisation had liquidated them 'as a class' then its residue finished off through a state security 'mass operation' years before (among the 350,000 murdered in 1937-38, excluding the other simultaneous operations that killed 250,000 and around 40,000 respectively). Given it was a Victory Day parade in Ukraine, I wonder if some of their forebears had been starved in the 1930s.

Enemies of the People and their 'energy of despair.' As socialism approaches the class struggle sharpens, comrades.
 
Dekulakisation had liquidated them 'as a class' then its residue finished off through a state security 'mass operation' years before (among the 350,000 murdered in 1937-38, excluding the other simultaneous operations that killed 250,000 and around 40,000 respectively). Given it was a Victory Day parade in Ukraine, I wonder if some of their forebears had been starved in the 1930s.

Enemies of the People and their 'energy of despair.' As socialism approaches the class struggle sharpens, comrades.

Small children have generally not spent long enough at the Peoples' Education Academies to understand the niceties of historic class differentiaton, comrade. That's Year Six of the 13-year Education Plan.
 
I knocked together a PD preview of the first bunch of Eurovision tunes last night and I might put it up later. Maybe not. I ran out of gags rather sooner than I thought I would.

On the bright aide, there are two Workers Bomb themed tunes already.

Slovenia - Hannah - Straight Into Love
Straight into love
We’ll break through the dawn
And light the world up from the sky when we collide
Straight into love
And never let go
We’ll light the world up from the sky into the night

We’re turning the tide, with eyes open wide
There’s no stopping now
With all that we have, we stand on the edge
Before we dive down
What's it about?
Obvious isn't it? Dropping the Workers' Bomb.

Sounds like:
A hapless Eurodisco stomper.

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Ireland - Ryan Dolan - Only Love Survives
All our lives
We’ve been afraid
Watching the world decline
Till nothing remains
But in our darkness hour
Right before the dawn
The old world dies
The new day is born
What's it about?
The dropping of the Workers' Bomb and the correct way to usher in the apocalypse. That's the spirit.

Sounds Like:
Being stuck in a Limerick City traffic jam forever.

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I like the Dutch one.

The Netherlands - Anouk - Birds
Birds falling down the rooftops
out of the sky like raindrops
no air, no pride
birds
What's it about?
Mass defenstration of informers and fifth columnists. No nonsense revolutionary justice in full effect.

Sounds Like:
A jazzy Dinah Shore-ish lullaby.
 
'Yezhov's steel gloves.'

Although they're prickly, as his name derives from yezh, which means Hedgehog.

The pun is drawn from an old Russian proverb (wearing hedgehog gloves), to get a tight grip or a solid grasp of the situation.

The rest says:

Long Live the People's Commissars (narkomvnudeltsy referring specifically to state security officers belonging to the NKVD) - Faithful Sons of Our Great Motherland!

Long Live Stalin's Commissar Nikolai Ivanovich Yezhov!

It's by Boris Yefimov, the old political cartoonist for Izvestia. The original here (the above, I think, is a poster made from it).

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Trotskyite-Fascists - Enemies of the People.
 
'Yezhov's steel gloves.'

Although they're prickly, as his name derives from yezh, which means Hedgehog.

The pun is drawn from an old Russian proverb (wearing hedgehog gloves), to get a tight grip or a solid grasp of the situation.

The rest says:

Long live the People's Commissars (narkomvnudeltsy referring specifically to state security officers belonging to the NKVD) - Faithful Sons of Our Great Motherland!

Long Live Stalin's Commissar Nikolai Ivanovich Yezhov!

It's by Boris Yefimov, the old political cartoonist for Izvestia. The original here (the above, I think, is a poster made from it).

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Trotskyite-Fascists - Enemies of the People.
Squeezing the Trotsky python gives you hairy fists!
 
Struggling with a few of these duff tunes. Croatia's is good. Definitely a little bit communism.

Oh, these hard times are stony and raw, now.
Oh, these hard times! The wine flows no more now.
I have only what I trust in:
A faithful heart of purest love.

Oh, my rose so lovely,
All my life I’ll care,
And my final crust of bread
With you I’ll gladly share.
 
Am I the only Cmbe to be concerned that Cmbe Hadfield's sterling work aboard the space station identifying potential targets for the workers bomb have been rather compromised by his courting of publicity?
Space oddity is a sound Posadist ditty, but plastering oneself across YouTube is not the action of a conscientious combabe,
Please report to Stroud for debriefing immediately!
 
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