June 28, 2009
The more things change, the more they stay insane:The card table bohemian Marxists loomed large now on the radar screen. I saw them watching the bum they had hired directly across the street, and eying me. And here I was, right in front of them; I was the person they were touting on all those flyers. I was the worker who they would emancipate. I've been a body shop mechanic, and a janitor, and a housepainter, and a welder, and a factory hand, and a starving artist, and a laborer, and every other damn thing. If I sneeze at the wrong time I could still lose a finger or two at work.... They sized me up, and pulled their hands back in, and let me pass by without saying anything. -- Sippican Cottage: Gimme Some (More) Of That Old Time Religion
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