I'll eat Mr. Sowell alive and my brother would bury him for
sure.
Peace
Melvin
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Cue the brother:
Brother Melvin puts some fire to the feet of
the ideological tap dancers of capital, and the dancers head
towards the emergency exits, protesting the harsh language.
Meanwhile, fire or no fire, their, the tap dancers', feet
stink.
But the facts of matters are that my brother Melvin
is teaching a lesson-- that rhetoric obscures reality, and the reality is
class struggle.
The purveyors of the rhetoric of free markets, greed and
god, have not themselves shied away from apologizing, excusing,
the physical attacks upon the poorer members of society by the agents of
the wealthier-- agents such as the police, the military, the secret and not
so secret night-riders.
"It's unfortunate," is offered, which means, as with
everything else offered by the ideological soft shoe/hard boot men, "It's
really the fault of those uncouth, unwashed, demanding poor, who just won't
accept that this is all for their own benefit. But we must preserve
order."
You tell me if you haven't heard that, or its equivalent,
coming out of the mouths of Gilderites, Randists, Friedmaniacs, Von
Miserabilists.
What is the reality of capital at its critical moments?
-- Attacks on the workers. Thatcher dismantling British Steel; shuttering
the coal mines. The dirty war in Argentina, with Daimler Benz
auto plants used as ghost prisons; with Ford pointing out
"troublemakers."
But no, some would rather discuss hypothetical revenue
sharing in Simon and Garfunkel concerts without realizing that the expropriation
begins not in the work of the roadies, but the very production of the amps, the
guitars, the costumes, the lights, that make the social, commerical,
presentation of such a concert possible.
Give me Brother Melvin and his fire in the belly every
time. And I'll bring the shovel.
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