Remember, kids, when you’re smashing the State, keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart.
Remember, kids, when you’re smashing the State, keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart.
Tags:International Workers Day, Joe Hill, Utah Phillips
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Tags:Billy Bragg, International Workers Day, May Day, The Internationale
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I actually shot this last May Day, but I don’t think I ever got around to using it for anything.
When Herself and I rode out yesterday for our own small International Workers Day parade, we were clad in red, but it was Mad Dog Media kit we were wearing, and I was aboard my red Steelman Eurocross, not the Co-Motion Divide Rohloff.
The People were out in force as well. With temps in the 80s, and there only being so many DIY home projects one can bear, we saw quite a few folks out and about, the highlight being a couple walking one Chihuahua and pushing the other in a baby stroller.
Gov. Michelle Lujan Grisham is relaxing some restrictions, allowing some retailers that had been closed to do business via curbside pickup and delivery; reopening state parks and golf courses; and allowing gun shops to resume operations via appointment only.
While short outings for grub and exercise are officially approved, the general stay-at-home order remains in effect through May 15, however. Socialist distancing remains a thing, as does masking. And while the GOP is raving that the gov’ is not doing enough to return New Mexico to Bidness As Usual®, the gov’ — who has been getting some ink for her work in response to the coronavirus crisis — says further steps depend on us continuing to tamp down the spread of The Bug.
“This public-health crisis has also become an economic crisis,” she said. “There’s great urgency to address both.”
Added Human Services Secretary Dr. David Scrase: “We have to move carefully. slowly, step by step.”
Sounds a lot like rehabbing a broken ankle, only a helluva lot harder. The trick is to lose the crutches without winding up flat on your back.
Tags:Co-Motion Divide Rohloff, Gov. Michelle Lujan Grisham, International Workers Day, The Bug
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… whilst observing the proper socialist distancing, of course.
• Labor Day demonstrations reimagined worldwide.
• Virtual May Day rally, live on Vimeo.
• Amazon, Instacart, Shipt workers plan walkouts.
• Thousands of Americans expected to join rent strike.
Tags:International Workers Day, May Day 2020, The Internationale
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Up the rebels, y’all. And when you’re smashing the State, don’t forget to keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart.
Tags:International Workers Day, May Day 2019
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The intersection of Trails 341 and 342. I like to hang a left here
(because of course I do) and do a clockwise loop that tops out at the wilderness boundary.
There’s Revolution and there’s revolution.
With the masses otherwise occupied for May Day 2018, and all my rousing calls to action going to voicemail, I settled for a bit of the lower-case variety, pulling on the red-and-black Mad Dog Media kit, stuffing red water bottles into their cages, and rolling out for a short spin on the people’s trails.
There’s more than one way to lose a chain, and I know most of them. I lost one on Sunday after a rear puncture and got good and greasy (the Voodoo Nakisi has horizontal dropouts that open to the rear, and it’s easy to get filthy removing and replacing the rear wheel).
On Monday I punctured again, this time the front. It was a slow leak, like the proletariat losing political power, and I was able to make it home without overthrowing the bourgeois wheel.
But today, International Workers Day, went off without a hitch. Maybe it was the red valve caps.
Tags:International Workers Day, May Day
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I was casting around this morning for some appropriate socialist content to post on International Workers Day, but May Day 2016 seems light on revolutionary news.
So instead, here’s the latest edition of Radio Free Dogpatch, in which the proletariat (portrayed by Mister Boo) is oppressed by his bladder.
And remember, kids: When you’re smashing the State, don’t forget to keep a smile on your lips, a song in your heart, and a mop within reach.
• Manzano Animal Clinic, which did the surgery.
• The New Orleans Jazz Festival, which did not.
• Elvis Costello. This Elvis has mos def not left the building.
• Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Good God, are they still at it?
• Recipes: None worth mentioning this week. Whenever Herself hits the road, I generally give myself a break from semi-elaborate cookery.
Tags:bladder surgery, Elvis Costello, Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons, International Workers Day, May Day, Mister Boo, New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, Radio Free Dogpatch
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• Shiny objects, si; child care, health care, no.
• Flipping burgers is the new black.
• Losing the spirit of May Day.
• Turks defy ban on May Day rallies.
• An uncomradely copyright on Marx and Engels.
• Tim Carpenter’s politics of radical inclusion.
More rabble-rousing as I find it.
Tags:International Workers Day, socialism
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It’s International Workers Day, comrades! If you can’t make your local Smash the State rally (there doesn’t appear to be one in Bibleburg, surprise, surprise), then sing along with Alistair Hulett and Jimmy Gregory. And a-one, and a-two, aaaaaand. …
While we’re awaiting the inevitable proletarian triumph over the slavemasters of Wall Street, let’s have a list of your favorite working-class anthems in comments. Here are a few of mine:
• “Joe Hill,” by Paul Robeson.
• “Which Side Are You On?,” by Billy Bragg.
• “All You Fascists Are Bound To Lose,” by Woody Guthie.
• “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?,” by Tom Waits.
• “The Red Flag,” by Jim Connell.
• “The Sergeant and Arthur McBride,” by Paul Brady.
• “Hallelujah, I’m a Bum,” by Utah Phillips.
• “Christmas In Washington,” by Steve Earle.
• “I’m Changing My Name To Fannie Mae,” by Arlo Guthrie.
Tags:Alistair Hulett, International Workers Day, Jimmy Gregory, The Internationale
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It’s International Workers Day, kids! When you’re out there on the barricades, smashing the State, don’t forget to keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart (preferably this one).
Meanwhile, from The Nation, here’s your Guide to May Day.
Tags:International Workers Day, May Day, The Internationale
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