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Franny Wentzel: 1st May 2012 - 14:19 GMT
Celebrate the holy day of an ideology that slaughtered 100 million people in the last century!
Not Batman: 1st May 2012 - 14:33 GMT
How can protesting an unjust, crooked system be compared to "celebrating an ideology that slaughtered 100 million people"? What is this "ideology" you speak of?
No, to me, protesting and fighting for economic/personal justice and protesting the police-state actually sounds quite American... sounds a bit like the rebellion that happened back in 1776, when a bunch of rebels banded together and declared their independence and their rights to self-determination and protested the imperialist police-state of the big-government that was running the show at the time.
Franny Wentzel: 1st May 2012 - 17:35 GMT
If you don't know... or say you don't know...
It's been my experience that the ones who speak loudest for the 'downtrodden' wear the heaviest of boots.
Franny Wentzel: 1st May 2012 - 17:48 GMT
"Well, there was something that happened at that plant where I worked for twenty years. It was when the old man died and his heirs took over. There were three of them, two sons and a daughter, and they brought a new plan to run the factory. They let us vote on it, too, and everybody – almost everybody – voted for it. We didn’t know. We thought it was good. No, that’s not true, either. We thought that we were supposed to think it was good. The plan was that everybody in the factory would work according to his ability, but would be paid according to his need."
"What’s whose ability and which of whose needs comes first? When it’s all one pot, you can’t let any man decide what his own needs are, can you? If you did, he might claim that he needs a yacht – and if his feelings are all you have to go by, he might prove it, too. Why not? If it’s not right for me to own a car until I’ve worked myself into a hospital ward, earning a car for every loafer and every naked savage on earth – why can’t he demand a yacht from me, too, if I still have the ability not to have collapsed?"
"It took us just one meeting to discover that we had become beggars – rotten, whining, sniveling beggars, all of us, because no man could claim his pay as his rightful earning, he had no rights and no earnings, his work didn’t belong to him, it belonged to ‘the family’, and they owed him nothing in return, and the only claim he had on them was his ‘need’ – so he had to beg in public for relief from his needs, like any lousy moocher, listing all his troubles and miseries, down to his patched drawers and his wife’s head colds, hoping that ‘the family’ would throw him the alms. He had to claim miseries, because it’s miseries, not work, that had become the coin of the realm – so it turned into a contest between six thousand panhandlers, each claiming that his need was worse than his brother’s. How else could it be done? Do you care to guess what happened, what sort of men kept quiet, feeling shame, and what sort got away with the jackpot?"
"The guff gave us a chance to pass off as virtue something that we’d be ashamed to admit otherwise. There wasn’t a man voting for it who didn’t think that under a setup of this kind he’d muscle in on the profits of the men abler than himself. There wasn’t a man rich and smart enough but that he didn’t think that somebody was richer and smarter, and this plan would give him a share of his better’s wealth and brain. But while he was thinking that he’d get unearned benefits from the men above, he forgot about the men below who’d get unearned benefits, too. He forgot about all his inferiors who’d rush to drain him just as he hoped to drain his superiors... That was our real motive when we voted – that was the truth of it – but we didn’t like to think it, so the less we liked it, the louder we yelled about our love for the common good."
Kevin : 14th May 2012 - 20:19 GMT
Funny thing is, most of these strikers don't have jobs and just sponge off the state.
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