Pmespeak’s Blog

The Workers Party of America is a revolutionary political party of the working class. We do not believe that the social or political maladjustments can be remedied by mere reforms in the manner of exploiting Labor, but only by the complete abolition of the system of Labor exploitation.

We believe that this can only be done with revolutionary struggle, through the establishment of the Workers’ Republic. More especially must this be true at a time when fifty plus millions of us have been thrust into the desperate position of being deprived of the right to labor, by which alone we can live, and when the call declared its purpose to be the solution of this terrible problem, among others.

Human liberties that the courts have construed out of existence are not the rights of the men of business, holders of capital. Presently…Bankers, Stock Traders and Speculators have suffered no appreciable loss of liberties. The kind of rights that the courts have sacrificed has been without exception the rights of the property-less Masses — those who live by labor. There has been a deadly progression by which the elementary and life-enabling rights of the Working Masses have disappeared.

Out of the nightmare of crime in which the capitalist rulers of the world have killed and mutilated 500 + million men in seeking gain to their narrow class, there has emerged but one constructive act, the only one bearing a promise for the future of the race, and that was an act of Labor. Elsewhere, it has been Labor and Labor alone that has stood guard and fought for the few remaining Human-Rights. Wherever our Labor Front has been broken, disaster to the human race has resulted.

Cooperation with wealthy landlords and the mortgage holding capitalists, grain traders, and the multitude of petty parasites that serve them in politics, will not free the poor farmer.

Will you demand that public works begin at union wages, under the management of the unions, at the expense of the national treasury, with the day of labor shortened to make room for all unemployed? Or do you tremble at such a “destructive” manner of helping hungry workers?

Nothing is clearer than those practices would be destructive to the interests of the Wealthy Classes. None is readier than we to admit the interests of the comfortable classes are irreconcilable with the interests of the working class.

Defend the unemployed from hunger and defend the workers’ organizations from destruction and defend the toilers from being abased into more miserable slavery — do it at the EXPENSE of the Wealthy Class.

‘IF SOCIAL DEMOCRACY SHOULD BE OPPOSED BY A MORE TRUTHFUL TEACHING, THEN EVEN, THOUGH THE STRUGGLE BE OF THE BITTEREST KIND, THIS TRUTHFUL TEACHING WILL FINALLY PREVAIL PROVIDED IT BE ENFORCED WITH EQUAL RUTHLESSNESS.’

And! Beautiful you are…

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We arrived on this mountain of hope without the old valley springs of emerald and jade and the evening rain once causing the spring earth to grow high with crops and grass and hay and the weight of many plants and weeds. Red dirt and rain and night and daylight and nothing failed for as far as these eyes could see.

Upon waking, we beheld a place of high plains and mountains. Treeless above and barren below and dark Redlands before sunrise and still red and dry after earth’s tilt toward ground without greens and without liquid. From the window of space, vision came until descent accomplished, ground-fall. We were home and maybe more or maybe less.

To greet us, great caravans of others arrived, hungry for wealth and fame and the spoils of a victorious war. We brought them nothing and we gave them less. Second day was without relief from war or the curse and the Greed of Destruction.

And! Beautiful you are…

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We are not so many folks as before. Before sickness, the plague, the cleansing, the little deaths and deaths for many, we were well and we lived long for long times. Presently, we are gone and forgotten and lost and remembered.

We made them. We gave them the life that they are and from those children others more and children never sick, just alive. Others also arrived and from the sky, not surprises but expected and wanted and unwanted and forsaken. They are here and born and killed by those before until we are the few that were left behind.

We the steel both rusted and without rust, older than me and younger than the rain that now oils the grounds. In a northern part of a northern land where snow had fallen before the rain and heat and the oil came or just after the beginning or the new-est end. No matter! No thought. No rest and not tired, however, just a few of us folks between sea, sand, lake, Sity, salt and leaven bread without white but not with color that matters.

Gray is the color of brain, even for the warders of places no one remembers. They say that hearts are shaped like hearts and red and beating boiling blood across a veined highway from here to there and back again.

Body is good for plague. Even the small ones alive or not real get sick and cease. We see the sky sounds that streak the cloudy stained sky and explode beyond view but bright enough to light behind the cloudy sky and ka-Boom a sound or two or three.

Note: He smiled by pulling his lips tightly across his teeth. They did not show and his lips stretched thin and pale. From his back he produced a large hand gun and another sawed-off shotgun. She also noticed that he had large handled knives tucked inside his twin black high leather boots.

“You got ammo for those?” Genna asked.

“What do you think?” Vincent replied.

And! Beautiful you are…

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