Leroy @deadbeatregular

We dont need more or better Marxist professors we need a Marxist organized proletariat. Drop out of college and go move boxes for UPS or come lash shipping containers at the port

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@ReighpDrumpf *But we can control whether we listen* sorry for the grammatical error

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@ReighpDrumpf We can’t control whether people are willing to act or whether conditions are right for our work but we listen to and care about our coworkers and whether we become people they can trust to fight along side them and follow through on what we say we will do.

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@plant_xbasedx It’s not about fetishizing the union form, there are a lot of workers within strategic industrial sectors in these ossified, deeply bureaucratic unions that need a renewed confidence in their collective power and the seeds of a new, independent working class political culture

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@VenturCommunist @SwampCommunist I think trying to build shop floor struggle that puts workers up against the limits of the existing system helps make larger critique and analysis out of the realm of abstraction for a lot of people. I think that sort of thing helps a lot

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@VenturCommunist @SwampCommunist It would be difficult to host a lecture, sure. Do you think raising larger political questions with someone tends to land better when you are someone who has built some prerequisite trust with a person? Do you think there is educational value in shop floor experiences?

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@VenturCommunist @SwampCommunist Why can’t teaching happen on the shop floor?

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@solidarityhours @SakakiIsCute I don’t think the argument is about who is most exploited but about which workers hold the most strategic leverage.

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@R0dchenko I make as much if not more than a lot of college grads

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Leroy @deadbeatregular

a week ago

@de_kernell @SwampCommunist Dont you think that an actual presence in strategic industries might help facilitate the type of struggle that puts workers face to face either the true conditions of their existence under capitalism? Or is it better to hand out newspapers at the gate

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Labor Notes @labornotes

2 weeks ago

- With a colossal turnout, Labor Notes' building trades meetup brought together rank-and-file workers across diverse crafts to discuss their shared struggles and boost their collective resolve to transform their unions. 3/5

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NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga

2 weeks ago

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.