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May Day: a bank holiday off work, red banners and angry poor kids running around with sticks (i would fall into the latter category).

COMMUNISM: WHAT’S NOT TO LIKE HERE?

check out Papa Marx with the lampshade on his head. does this bad boy know how to party, OR WHAT? that’s the point in the evening when you know that anything can happen. i wonder if he spend the night wandering the streets drinking bottles of 50 beer, waking up next to lenin. use protection, boys! fidel’s busy hitting the booze and we got mao running around asking for change. that cultural revolution ain’t gonna pay for itself, ya know.

the revolution continues…

fidel on his dude ranch, circa 1971*

* probably

tonight’s discussion (discussion? yell-a-thon?) with ariana began with “jeremy paxman is the shit. he just grills every fucker in the room.” and ended with “HERE BE DRAGONS! that should be SCRAWLED upon entry into the US!”

and that just about sums everything up.