Schoolkids and teachers in the UK, Chicago, Oakland and NYC are being clobbered, child infections are jumping, hospitals are being swamped, but the State and the media keep telling us that it’s “mild” — over and over and over again, beating the word to death like a slow, painful mantra, kind of like “Weapons of Mass Destruction”… or, perhaps the end of a cigarette commercial in the 1950s or ’60s — “…and, they are mild!”

Al Jazeera’s just precious as hell, here. They really do think the Chinese are some kind of weirdos for actually trying to eradicate covid — they had what… two deaths last year? — while, back in The West™, we’ve thrown in the towel; State spokespeople have laughed in our faces on live TV, and thrown the working class to the wolves with a big, hot, sloppy slice of “learning to live with it”.

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For the workers who died at a candle factory in Kentucky, and an Amazon warehouse in Illinois, for every worker forced to risk their life without proper protective gear or healthcare, in the middle of a pandemic and a tornado, to keep the profits coming in and the supply chain stocked so we can buy our daughters a Fighter Pilot Barbie for Christmas… Season’s Greetings from Capitalism.

“The bosses won’t keep us safe; they only care about profit. Workers are the only ones who know what is safe and what is not. We should decide whether to continue working or not. For that purpose, we need to fight for Health and Safety Commissions to be set up in all workplaces that will function independent of the bosses, that are democratically elected, and that can organize to impose protocols and shut down production when necessary.

Not one more dead worker at the hands of the bosses! Our lives are worth more than their profits!”

Left Voice, 12.14.2021

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These days, when I think of the Democratic Party, I think of Elvis — old, fat Elvis.

I think of old, fat, bloated, flop-sweating, Seconal and Dexedrine-addled, flying to Denver for a peanut butter and banana sandwich, dead-on-his-feet Elvis circa late 1976.

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