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Archive for the day “November 4, 2017”

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Not surprisingly, the more actively people do the “resist the blood-thirsty despot” thing on social media, the more useless they are when one needs them to do something real for the union or to defeat Rauner. 

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Drama Queens at a Mall

​[Trump] is spending extra time with his BFF, the monstrous admitted murderer Rodrigo Duterte. . . I’d guess the two blood-thirsty leaders want a sleep-over to exchange authoritarian despot tips.

I love you, Americans, but you are such drama queens. The blood-thirsty authoritarian despot in question can’t even stop an investigation into his own campaign. He’s also running behind his predecessors in terms of bombing out countries and starting wars. 

But who cares about these insignificant details when it’s all about a jaded consumer needing to feel like a heroic resistance fighter who bravely takes on a terrifying, blood-thirsty despot. 

Politics, for such people, is a huge mall where they go to buy experiences that will thrill and entertain them. If Hillary had won, we’d be hearing that she is a blood-thirsty despot right now. Not from this consumer, of course, but from some other one. It doesn’t matter because they are as interchangeable as their infantile fantasies of greatness. 

Pakora and Khalwa

The Indian restaurant is a godsend not just during pregnancy but also now that Klara is a toddler. I haven’t been able to get her to eat fish because I couldn’t figure out a format that would make it acceptable to her. But today she discovered fish pakora and ate a ton. 

Another thing I can’t get her to eat is carrots. And that’s a pity because I’m obsessed with carrots. But she accepted the Indian carrot khalwa which is nothing like what we know as khalwa back in my country and that I’d never give to a kid. 

It’s hilarious to see her eat pretty spicy things and like them. 

Repping

Being a union rep is very rewarding. People come up and thank me for what I do, and that’s fun. 

As a rep, I vastly prefer the people who say, “I’m ideologically opposed to the union and will never join” to the wishy-washy folks who start with, “I might support the union but I need to hear what both sides have to say, and I need an assurance there will never be a strike and that there will never be any repercussions. Give me a couple more months to think about it and then I might sign your very urgent petition.”

The first group almost always end up signing petitions and showing up for meetings because they have a position and that opens them up to reasonable, logical arguments.

The wishy-washy folks say they support you but it’s impossible to get anything real out of them. They are as terrified of unspecified evil forces as survivors of Stalinist terror. 

“Yes, but what if somebody finds out?” they ask when you invite them to a union meeting.

“It’s not a secret meeting,” you explain. “We have been recognized by the University. We have the majority of faculty.”

“I’m not comfortable doing it in the open,” the wishy-washy person says. “If the meeting were held off-campus. . .” 

As I said before, I have no idea what people are so afraid of.

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