JimW
支那暗杀团
But if I haven't got me garden shears back by Wednesday I'll give you what forAye.
Omnia Sunt communia.
...or summut.
But if I haven't got me garden shears back by Wednesday I'll give you what forAye.
Omnia Sunt communia.
...or summut.
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.
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.
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
Is that real?
i like angry stalinist child. can the pd image crew utilise this?
i like angry stalinist child. can the pd image crew utilise this?
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.
Interesting that the SWP fist should originate crushing the Trotskyite fascists
What's it about?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?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?Birds falling down the rooftops
out of the sky like raindrops
no air, no pride
birds
Interesting that the SWP fist should originate crushing the Trotskyite fascists
Squeezing the Trotsky python gives you hairy fists!'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).
Trotskyite-Fascists - Enemies of the People.