for krackpotkin’s ears only:
while we’re sharing a beer over the plight of the working class, see if you can top this one:
if i take the job making $8.50 an hour carrying bricks through the mud, by the time i drive the two hours (to job and back) and have the taxes taken out of my check (a portion of which is a state tax to pay for the public defender who didn’t defend me from charges i was not guilty of - yeah you read that right), what is left in my pocket? just enough to keep me alive so that i can repeat the same thing the next day. and that’s the trap much of the working class is purposely put in. i have read letters written by 19th century bourgeois factory owners who outright admitted they lower employee’s wages for that very reason; to make them dependent on their job.
well why the fuck am i working at a temp service? only an idiot or an unskilled lowlife would do such a thing, right? what about a guy who can build a house with one hand tied behind his back, but can’t get a real job because of felonies on his record that he’s not guilty of? or what if the guy did happen to land a real job when he got out of prison (he shouldn’t have been in), but the capitalist piece of shit he’s filled the pockets of over the last year has refused to pay him what he owes him? the plot does indeed thicken.
and if this guy did get hired by another capitalist parasite, he hasn’t enough money to get him to the first paycheck because he can’t make enough money at the capitalist parasite temp service to pay the small claims court fees to sue the the capitalist parasite fucker that owes him… money he’d use to sustain himself until that first paycheck.
what do i do, K? that’s right; i break out of it. but not yet. the time is not right. there is much to do first.
and it’s not that my current situation won’t resolve itself somehow. i always ‘pull through’. what is important here is that it is only a matter of time before such a situation takes shape again. the question you have to ask yourself is; how many times will you let it happen before enough is enough. are you retarded? a stupid dupe? a masochist? have you made up your mind and are just procrastinating, or are you still a coward? ah, you’re still waiting… waiting for ‘everything to magically work out’… and every time it happens again, you tell yourself the same. you’ll do this a thousand times before you finally admit to yourself that you’re a coward… that you haven’t the balls to do what you know you need to do. eventually this humiliation becomes too much… and one has to break out.
timing, my man. it’s not an if, but a when. and that ‘when’ will present itself when the moment is right. you don’t know when it will be, but you’ll know it when you see it… and you better seize that fucker before you lose your nerve.
this is not a plea for sympathy or a complaint. this is not a ‘look at how much i suffer’. this isn’t some theoretical philosophical bullshit i make up to pass my idle time at a forum and dazzle everyone with my intellect. this is the real deal, big K. and there’s soooo much more, my man. so much i no longer have the patience to explain to the wrong people. i drop this little gem for you so that you know you aren’t alone, and shake your hand as a man from your class. what do the rest matter? chatter, krackpotkin. noise in the background.
you won’t top that in a million days. you’re small fish, K, but a working man nonetheless. i promote you to the rank of cadet in the vanguard party. salutes