#workers revolution

[diaperpuppyj]

Your first amendment right of Free Speech was granted to the American people because the founding fathers expierenced Great Britians government punishing anyone who said anything bad about the king or the way they did shit then. They were jailed or killed for it.

The first amendment is NOT so you can call me a fucking freak. You can do that too idc, the difference is thats not what it was intended for.

Theyre allowing the use of it become that so you forget what it is supposed to be for. They are allowing the tools that the founding fathers gave us to fight the very government we have, become weapons of their own to further divide us and keep us fucking trapped here while were both starving and on the damn street but you wanted your "right to free speech" to call me a fag and beat me up and kill me, while were BOTH DYING AND STARVING ON THE STREET. They do not care about you. If they cared, prescriptions would be free and avilable to everyone. Food wouldnt be as expensive or cost anything at all by now. If all of us dissapeared they wouldnt just fucking let anyone left in. The point is to keep themselves there and to ruin anyone elses chances.

Elon musk, who spent the last like 3 years sucking trumps dick, has now become the first TRILLIONAIRE.

He can print out all one trillion dollars in $100s, as a giant sheet of paper and wrap it around the earth, im guessing, around 3 or 4 times.

And your groceries were how much on July 4th? The last time you went to a doctor? How about the dentist or the eye doctor?

How much have they stolen from you? The money your labor generates is money you are entitled to because you worked for it. Yes? How much do you really think Walmart gets per item sold a day. Does that match that Walmart employees are some of the most common people on food stamps?

How much does the part you make for cars or whatever in the factory you work at cost them to make versus how much they sell it for? How much of that do you even see? They dont want you to look into it. Dont worry. You sure are being paid fairly. Dont talk to your coworkers or anybody about your pay though. Thats a demerit or taboo or whatever.

So yes, you are free to call me a looselipped liberal tranny bitch, if you want. Just know you are fighting with invisable threats while theyre stealing every last damn braincell to fight them and ounce of motivation for a better life away from you. You are jelous that i am thriving anyway while you cant seem to figure out whats wrong with your miserable life.

We are all miserable dumbass. We cant afford food, rent, to go to the doctors AND keep the job we have to have so we have insurance.

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

We desire the moral and material elevation of all men; we wish to achieve a revolution which will give to all liberty and well-being, and we are convinced that this cannot be done from above by force of law and decrees, but must be done by the conscious will and the direct action of those who desire it. We need, then, more than any the conscious and voluntary co-operation of those who, suffering the most by the present social organisation, have the greatest interest in the Revolution.

Errico Malatesta, Anarchy and Syndicalism

[all-his-candy-necklaces]

Corporations always want to put their esteemed “customers” or “guests” first while simultaneously leaving their employees dead last. They pile on the responsibilities and expectations on their employees while throwing them to the abusive, rude, entitled, and disrespectful “guests” that they put on pedestals? And for what? So that they won’t receive “bad reviews” from them? Please.

Cut us a break. And then they wonder why no one want to go to “work”. For what? Crappy pay that doesn’t even afford you a decent way to live. Disrespectful and abhorrent guests who need a reality check. Managers and corporate culture that encourage undermining and undervaluing their literal workforce. Imagine scoffing at the needs of your workforce and then wondering why your precious sales and profits are plummeting.

I hope they keep plummeting and I hope these greedy and self centered corporations Buckle under the pressure. Start treating workers like humans and not cogs in your sadistic machines.

[fuckyeahanarchistposters]

“What if we kissed in the sleeper cab of a 1973 Ford WT-9000 COE on the eve of the workers’ revolution?”

- Teenage Stepdad

[yoursfortherevolution]

History is not going to make our revolution an easy matter like the bourgeois revolutions in which it sufficed to overthrow that official power at the center and to replace a dozen or so persons in authority. We have to work from beneath, and this corresponds to the mass character of our revolution which aims at the foundation and base of the social constitution; it corresponds to the character of the present proletarian revolution that the conquest of political power must come not from above but from below. The 9th of November was an attempt, a weak, half-hearted, half-conscious, and chaotic attempt to overthrow the existing public power and to put an end to class rule. What now must be done is that with full consciousness all the forces of the proletariat should be concentrated in an attack on the very foundations of capitalist society. There, at the base, where the individual employer confronts his wage slaves; at the base, where all the executive organs of political class rule confront the object of this rule, the masses; there, step by step, we must seize the means of power from the rulers and take them into our own hands.

Rosa Luxemburg (Our Program and the Political Situation, December 1918)

[michaelpaulukonis]

UFOS YOGA AND ORGANIZED CLASS-CONSCIOUS WORKERS ARE PART OF THIS NUTRITIOUS BREAKFAST

ORGANIZED CLASS-CONSCIOUS WORKERS - PARASITIC CAPITALIST CLASS - THE EARTH

Artwork originally found here.

[r10t3r]

[trans-kafka]

Mad Max: The Green Place

sequel to Fury Road, addresses the issue of the War Boys’ blood supply after Furiosa’s revolution.

The War Boys become Farm Boys and instead of brutally caging compatible blood donors they offer them a healthy life with their hydroponic agricultural setup.

[ shot of former War Boys watching sunsets, surrounded by their green things and hydroponic tomatoes and whatnot ]

There's a waiting list to be accepted into Furiosa's Beautiful Farmstead and people with compatible blood types get picked first. It's unfair outside the farmstead and there are fights to get on the list, but it allows the Farm Boys to live longer than they did as War Boys and compensates those who go through the pain and risk of donating blood.

[ shot of former War Boys cupping green shoots of new plants gently in their hands ]

And soon the revolution spreads.

[ shot of sparse blades of grass growing up into a pasture as a war boy ages into a war grampa ]

Larger and larger swaths of land become essentially worker co-ops.

Since they're not busy fighting, some of the Farm Boys are also assigned to detoxify the soil and the Birth Mothers become fertility scientists.

Eventually healthy babies start being born to those who want them but it's not that big a deal and childbearing bodies aren't commodified anymore because their health sciences advances mean the former war boys have basically normal life expectancy anyway.

Meanwhile Max is still wandering the desert, resigned to his fate of eventually getting too old and slow to outrun the enemies he's always beset by.

But something weird happens... marauding angry hordes seem to be bothering him less and less frequently.

He meets a few bands of travelers who aren't out to steal anything that isn't nailed down and they tell him stories and legends of Furiosa and the return of green things. He adopts a wandering dog that’s abandoned by one of the caravans on its way to the New Green Place.

Max grows old and eventually dies naturally, with his solitude in the desert, attaining something resembling peace of mind in the quiet evenings with his small fire in his last years.

His old dog sits faithfully by his side even after his moment of death. After hours or days, a caravan on its way to the New Green Place stops to scavenge the campsite. They bury Max before leaving. 

Last shot shows Old Dog trotting along with the caravan, joining their trek to the New Green Place, which has expanded so much that a little bit of green is visible on the horizon even here, in what used to be deep desert. 

The quote displayed across the screen as it fades is Durruti:

“We are not the least afraid of ruins... we carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing this minute.”