May Day 2018*

May Day 2018

"They rattle their chains to boast of their freedom." - Dresden James

Getting off the train, arriving in the big city, people were talking to themselves. Whether black, burned out and homeless or nicely dressed white women with earbuds, they were deeply into conversation, alone. One kicked out of the Matrix and the other furiously trying to get deeper, it seemed to me.

I arrived at the rally, on time, my fault, as the world is on Southern Black Time and nothing was doing. I watched a staffer set up her booth over and over again, taping her signs - "The Working Class Can Not Be Silenced" among others, as the wind would reconfigure as Nature will. When the female Adonis State Trooper appeared and stated the pop-up could not be spiked in the Capital grounds turf, it all had to be shifted just a bit, which started the process over again. I was an early observer and had nothing else to do but pee in the bushes, the work of Labor was never so obvious. Sisyphus had it easy.

The working class has been silenced and the voice of the Whining Class has been empowered.

At the scheduled kick off time, coincidentally, a team of State Horseback Troopers showed up drawing all attention. Labor does still scare them, no matter how weak it is. 

A ring of protest went around the Capital. Led by a bully with a bullhorn, haranguing people with Who are we? What are we here for? (a boxed lunch, maybe) and beseeching them to Fight Back, details unspecified. It reminded me of a cattle herd being prodded, with all the bleating and mooing, to the chute into the slaughterhouse. It is so demeaning to be yelled at by someone with a bullhorn.

Watching them I posted an imaginary rally:

Unhealthy looking nurses to rally at noon

Unemployed Carpenters at 12:30pm

Truckers with Suspended Licenses (TWSL) under the oak tree

Teachers with an Attitude Grand Finale at 1pm

May Day was International Workingman's Day. Political Correctness states International Workers Day. I prefer International Communist Plain and Simple Day, shortened to National ComPlain Day. I'm Black, I'm Black and Female, I'm Black and Female and Gay, I'm Bi-Racial Transexual and an Illegal Immigrant, everyone, I mean everyone, carry me along. Does anyone actually work? Or does fretting about your self-existence take up your whole day? This rally was sponsored by the SEIU - StrawBosses for Employees Inclined to Unemployment.

The Communist have no heroes. They stole the Haymarket martyrs, subjects of State murder, as an example of the "Eight Hour Day". Hell, Parsons, Spies and all wanted the No Hour Day. Communists have a way of taking a point, turning it inside out up-side down, presenting it as something new. They are very unimaginative and will die on their own, as this May Day and organized labor has shown. Socialist heaven is colorless.

Q: How many Marxists does it take to change a light bulb?

A: None. The light bulb already contains the seed for it's own revolution.

A wet-behind-the-ears, just out of the box HERE organizer wanted me to sign his petition. He explained that the effort was to ask the employer to recognize their union. I said, "Ask? No, I won't sign your petition." He wanted to know why not. I'm sick of the same old stupid ways of going about things. I'm not interested in giving my personal information to your union so they can sell it to a company to email bomb me and call me incessantly. I also added, to the the youngster, it's not a real good idea to furnish a future blacklist to the employer. His response was to ask me, "Can you give me an example when a petition drive did not work?" I said, "Yes. Every time." "You are not going to sign my petition?" "No." And he went looking for another mark.

I was approached by a man in a white smock "Dr Berenson" stitched. Wanted to know if I wanted Health Care for All. My question to him was , "Have you been to the State Fair?" "No" "You should see the slice of life your getting into. They are obese, diabetic, and suffering from the pharmaceuticals that people like you have given them" (as I jammed a finger into his chest)." When I told him I wanted to be in a plan with yoga teachers, he called me "negative" and walking away from said, "your a loser." Calling him back a little later I said, "Hey Loser, show me any Identification that you are a doctor. Anything." He never met someone that called him a liar to his face. I'm finding it quite easy dealing with lefties these day, it's all about the spin, relative morality, the cause, or as Lenin might say "just lie." Facts are inconvenient things to them.

Lincoln freed those of Involuntary Slavery. You are more than happy to be a Volunteer Slave. I worked in the trades under the rubric, "You can quit anytime you want". I never took it as threat, in fact, I used the out quite often. I always knew I sold myself on a temporary basis, like a prostitute if you will. It seems we are in the days where the working-class has put themselves in a position, because of bad money handling and debt, mostly, that they can't quit. Now their voluntary status has returned to involuntary, and they can't recognize the invisible chains on their legs.

One lone young Wobbly, thankfully made my day. Just enough spunk to hassle the stupid "it's the politician's fault" pie card speaker. He made my heart fill with joy, someone else calling bullshit when they see it. I didn't go away defeated, just once again, deflated.