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Translate into reality:
Hey you drug addict, how come you make a call and get a clean needle in 15 minutes and I have to pay for them?
“Fine. Whatever. Fucking capitalist.“
Reporting reality from Nelson B.C.
Derek
Is the moral of the story not to go bowling in November (October)?
We are marching in a compact group along a precipitous and difficult path, firmly holding each other by the hand. We are surrounded on all sides by enemies, and we have to advance almost constantly under their fire. We have combined, by a freely adopted decision, for the purpose of fighting the enemy, and not of retreating into the neighbouring marsh, the inhabitants of which, from the very outset, have reproached us with having separated ourselves into an exclusive group and with having chosen the path of struggle instead of the path of conciliation. And now some among us begin to cry out: Let us go into the marsh! And when we begin to shame them, they retort: What backward people you are! Are you not ashamed to deny us the liberty to invite you to take a better road! Oh, yes, gentlemen! You are free not only to invite us, but to go yourselves wherever you will, even into the marsh. In fact, we think that the marsh is your proper place, and we are prepared to render you every assistance to get there. Only let go of our hands, don’t clutch at us and don’t besmirch the grand word freedom, for we too are “free” to go where we please, free to fight not only against the marsh, but also against those who are turning towards the marsh!
It is particularly necessary to arouse in all who participate in practical work, or are preparing to take up that work, discontent with the amateurism prevailing among us and an unshakable determination to rid ourselves of it.
We fully regard civil wars, i.e., wars waged by the oppressed class against the oppressing class, slaves against slave-owners, serfs against land-owners, and wage-workers against the bourgeoisie, as legitimate, progressive and necessary.
Convert the imperialist war into civil war.
It is, of course, much easier to shout, abuse, and howl than to attempt to relate, to explain.
I have to speak with Bill Ayers to figure out some of these things he has me saying.
I’m not so sure that is fiction.
“Dude. They’re just not into you.”
“Fine. Whatever. Fucking capitalist.“
Wrecker.
“Feetist.”
Long as he walks a mile in them, dude is welcome to mine…
At #3 I did not mean to imply any lack of commitment to the environment. The use of the term “marsh” was not meant to degrade the value of wetlands.
Al Gore called me and told me to say that.
They’re “our” shoes.
Shoes?
I’m trying to eat corn on the cob with my sister’s dentures!
Also, I’m the ugly, cleft palate serial killer guy in Red Dragon.
Don’t tell anybody.
Look, it’s one thing to bite somebody with those things while I murder them…but corn on the cob?!
I need universal healthcare.
Right now.
“Our” shoes? They’re the WORKERS shoes, pope boy! And 4000 of them could live in your house!
“Shoes for Industry”
“Shoes for Defense”
Comrade.
Only way the proles are getting my boots is by having ’em shoved down either end of their alimentary canal.
I’m so bad I’m good.
Shoeshine boy hey? Maybe you haven’t heard I don’t give shoeshines anymore.
Benedick is Imelda Marcos?
OH MY GOD…That Bowling ball…It’s my WIFE!!!
Shoes!
When the revolution comes, I suggest you track him down and make him eat those shoes.
Of course if the communists win, as our friends the Norks have discovered, you don’t have to make people eat shoes; they eat them all by themselves.
In all seriousness, I deal with the poor and drug addicted daily. Yes, I’ll say most, like 90% want something for nothing, and out of the hundreds we’ve helped since I started, all but one expressed their appreciation of Obama.(not that they all talked about it)
The one that didn’t? asked to help with the youth project I’ working on. I guess that says something, but I’m not sure how to express it.
Shoes want to be free.
Next, ze dude vill blame ze shuuwwwws, ja?
Boots.
They’re made for walking.
One of these days they’re gonna walk all over you.
That is all.
In Soviet Russia, Shoes wear you!
Reminds me of a bumper sticker I saw the other day..
I’D RATHER BE SMASHING IMPERIALISM!
WTF is that supposed to mean?
Tomaig, I think it means, “I don’t know what ‘immanentize the eschaton’ means.”