How To Liberate America From Wall Street Rule

[Egg]

Worker managed enterprises. See: Argentina.

Also, strengthen trade unions.

Take back the fucking power as a worker and organize.

Anarcho-syndicalism.

[Pana]

ooooh, I'm going to have to look that up.

[Egg]

ooooh, I'm going to have to look that up.

HAHAHA!!! You'll like it, and you'll excite BE. He loves that stuff.

[Pana]

Should I excite BE?

BE, should I excite you?

Okay. Let's talk anarcho-syndacalism.

Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.
You won’t return from under the rocks.
You won’t return from your subterranean time.
Your hardened voice won’t return.
Your gouged-out eyes won’t return.

Look at me from the depth of the earth,
laborer, weaver, silent shepherd:
tamer of wild llamas like spirit images:
construction worker on a daring scaffold:
waterer of the tears of the Andes:
jeweler with broken fingers:
farmer trembling as you sow:
potter, poured out into your clay:
bring to the cup of this new life
your old buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow,
Tell me, “Here I was punished,
Because the jewel didn’t shine or the earth
Didn’t yield grain or stones on time.”
Show me the stone you fell over
And the wood on which they crucified you,
Make a spark from the old flints for me,
For the old lamps to show the whips still stuck
After centuries in the old wounds
And the axes shining with blood.
I come to speak for your dead mouth.
Across the earth come together all
The silent worn-out lips
And from the depth speak to me all this long night
Like I was pinned down there with you.
Tell me all, chain by chain,
Link by link and step by step,
Sharpen the knives which you hid,
Put them in my breast and in my hand,
Like a river of yellow lighting
Like a river of buried jaguars
And let me weep, hours, days, years,
For blind ages, cycles of stars.

Give me silence, water, hope.

Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Stick bodies to me like magnets.

Draw near to my veins and my mouth.

Speak through my words and my blood.

-Pablo Neruda

[Pigeon]

Find a place for people to invest money instead of public corporations and those corps would lose a lot of power.

[Egg]

Should I excite BE?

BE, should I excite you?

Okay. Let's talk anarcho-syndacalism.

Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.
You won’t return from under the rocks.
You won’t return from your subterranean time.
Your hardened voice won’t return.
Your gouged-out eyes won’t return.

Look at me from the depth of the earth,
laborer, weaver, silent shepherd:
tamer of wild llamas like spirit images:
construction worker on a daring scaffold:
waterer of the tears of the Andes:
jeweler with broken fingers:
farmer trembling as you sow:
potter, poured out into your clay:
bring to the cup of this new life
your old buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow,
Tell me, “Here I was punished,
Because the jewel didn’t shine or the earth
Didn’t yield grain or stones on time.”
Show me the stone you fell over
And the wood on which they crucified you,
Make a spark from the old flints for me,
For the old lamps to show the whips still stuck
After centuries in the old wounds
And the axes shining with blood.
I come to speak for your dead mouth.
Across the earth come together all
The silent worn-out lips
And from the depth speak to me all this long night
Like I was pinned down there with you.
Tell me all, chain by chain,
Link by link and step by step,
Sharpen the knives which you hid,
Put them in my breast and in my hand,
Like a river of yellow lighting
Like a river of buried jaguars
And let me weep, hours, days, years,
For blind ages, cycles of stars.

Give me silence, water, hope.

Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Stick bodies to me like magnets.

Draw near to my veins and my mouth.

Speak through my words and my blood.

-Pablo Neruda

Pablo!!! Nice!

[Pana]

China has just bought into shares of one of Alberta's biggest oil extractors.

This might be idiotic but I've always had a problem with the Chinese ever since I watched a CBC documentary in 1996 that showed little babies, girl babies being starved to death cause they were unwanted. Oh, my heart just bled and the anger just burned.

[Pana]

...and I adore Pablo!

[Pana]

PS I'll take some time to learn about anarcho-syndicalsim.

Thank you, Egg.

PPS - I've found a course in it and will work through it. It's kind of inspiring and the really inspiring thing about it is it's the name/label for the theme of a sci/fi book that I read in my early twenties. I was sooo uplifted by what that book contained and was downtrodden that the people I worked for (at that time oil/gas company) laughed at the premise that everyone's work would be considered equal when I spoke about the book.

I never had the label or understood that their was a substantive philosophy behind it. That it was a system as opposed to an author's idea.

Thanks again - I'm happy.

[IndicusMaximus]

Long suspected Messiah.