People not being able to pronounce your name 
Oldvolkssturm 
AcidMarxist
joined 2 years ago
Folks, I'm gonna say the word 
Thank you! I've been looking for an easier way to link this to people
Helldivers is what I call my US Army, cuz they're all gonna dive head first into hell for the crimes they've committed 
You have my attention
Eisenstein goes hard
Where was the constitutional right to take that land? Oh wait....
dont worry, we've never gotten OT, we have a rigid 40 hours a week max
basically depends on how Christian the offended person is
it's a long story, just listen to Blowback se4
Thanks for the advice, things are getting kinda hard right now but I try to do my best to make things easier for my friends.
Ordered the Soviet Victory flag for May Day and Victory Day and the PFLP flag cuz gang gang, respect to the PFLP. I can read Cyrillic, but can any Arabic speaking comrades translate the PFLP flag for me? I'm pretty sure it says "Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine"
dril is a prophet
More like, Viet MEN! 
"....the white man can't win another war fighting on the ground." -Malcolm X 
So I'm complaining at work that my manager double ordered truck instead of teaching me how to put in the order, and she's taken two vacations, cuz she lives with her son and can afford to, and I'm stuck in this shithole while my fam is 6 hours away, literally all my nephews and nieces, sibs, etc.
So then I get a call from my manager, WHO'S ON VACATION, telling me not to bad mouth her in front of customers. So either a customer or a coworker snitched on me for venting.
Fuck this nazi ass country 
, people cant mind their own business.
Cool bug fact 
the Third Reich 
relied on this shit, snitching, to get their victims, the gestapo had far less agents than say the GDR 
or the Soviets 
, they just relied on informants. Is this relevant? Idk but I'm pissed, watch your words
If you got the money to maintain these shitty hairstyles, save it for a while then move back to Dresden
this is a bad thing 
I cant make up my mind if I wanna do "Going Home At Last, Men Behind the Wire, or The Man from the Daily Mail." 
Text: I drank a 4LOKO and have a LOADED FIREARM in my waistband
Context: A Four Loko is a beverage with up to 13% alcohol by volume in the US and other countries. The old formula used to have caffeine in it before the authoritarian capitalist government of changed it
I work in a gas station kitchen rn. Every job I've ever has had deadlines, but now things are really starting to click for me. I work with no one else, I have to cook food, restock food, prep for the next day, clean, document production, food waste, and temperatures, unload items that come on truck, order new food, and probably other things I'm forgetting. I also vape and work eight hours, so good luck getting all that done and finding time to eat something, have a smoke, and socialize with coworkers and customers. Somedays I get it all done when I'm in my routine, but good mf luck when something unexpected happens.
I feel like I'm playing a fucked up video game like my life depends on it, which it does cuz I have to pay rent. If I clock out early cuz I'm tired or if I clock out on time but didnt get something done it fucks my poor coworkers and I feel bad. If I clock out late cuz I didnt get something done my boss chews me out for getting overtime pay... I only work 40 hours a week, I shouldn't feel this tired or stressed. I'd gladly take an extra hour or two a week, it would make me feel better and make me more money, but that's not an option and I hear from coworkers that our boss gets a bonus for keeping overtime down.
I know there was a time in human history that we didn't have to be this stressed. I'm not an agrarian or hunter-gatherer utopian tho, I just despise how little control I have over how it makes me feel. And this urgency, it fucks with your head, it conditions you to do everything faster, Faster, FASTER. We've created a new kind of human, homo capitalus and this human is a slave to efficiency and productivity for the sake of the profits of those at the top.
It feels like you don't even have time to dream, let alone realize those dreams into existence. It brings to mind the lyrics of the song Piazza Fontana by Yu Kung, which is about the mf YEARS OF LEAD.
Perché la banca chiude gli sportelli Dio, come tutto vola così in fretta Risparmi e gente, tutto così in fretta
I don't speak Italian, so maybe a good comrade could translate it better for us, but it roughly means:
"You have to do everything quickly, the bank is closing soon. God, why does everything go so fast? People and their savings - all so fast!"
Everytime I feel stressed at work, I think "God, why does everything go so fast?"
The chorus of the song continues:
bisogna piangere i sogni per capire che l'unica giustizia borghese si è spenta
Dreams have to be mourned to understand That the last bourgeois justice is dead
It's amazing to me how music bridges the gap in language and emotional understanding. How can a song in a language I don't speak make me cry? I know of course, because we are all human, we all have the same emotions in our hearts no matter when and where we are born. And I will never forget that anytime I meet someone different than me.
The song ends on a hopeful note at least. The final verse concludes:
ma non sentite il grido sulla barricata la classe operaia continua la sua lotta!
But can't you hear the shout at the barricade? The working class continues its fight!
Never surrender what is in your hearts comrades, what brought you to a place like this website. We will win. Thank you for taking the time to read all of this, no worries if you didn't have the time, everything goes so fast.
Now I need to walk my little furry companion, he's been so patient and I love him.
Oh, here's the link to Piazza Fontana, it's a beautiful song.
Hold up, did Adams doxx this lady? Big if true, salute to Comrade Eric