Happy Labor Day! Scamp is taking a minute to remember the people that
this day honors, like labor leader John L. Lewis! He’s also Scamp’s
first cousin, four times removed! (Or 28 times removed? He’s not sure
how dog generations work.)
Note: This post will be updated as new information comes. Feel free to message me if I’m missing something so I can add it
“My Friend Dahmer”
Based on the graphic novel by Derf Backderf, a classmate of Jeffrey Dahmer, the movie explores the childhood and teenage years of the man who’d later become one of the most notorious serial killers in the United States. The movie distribution rights were recently picked up so it will be shown in selected theaters in North America.
Premieres: Fall of 2017 in the US. Also, if you live in LA, you can catch it on June 18, at 6 PM, in the ArcLight of Santa Monica as part of the LA Film Festival Lineup.
Name: Tzitzimitl (roughly pronounced Zee Zee Meel) Area of Origin: Central Mexico; The Aztecs
In Aztec Mythology, A Tzitzimitl (plural: Tzitzimimeh) is a female deity associated with the stars. They were usually depicted as skeletal figures, often wearing skirts and decorative headdresses. In the most famous depictions, adorning their bodies are severed hands, and cut-out hearts, and appear to have pointed claws on both their hands and feet. Another odd detail is that they seem to have eyeballs growing out of different joints, such as the ankles, knees, wrists and elbows, though this differs between the different portrayals. They’ve been decribed as demons, though this doesn’t necessarily reflect their function in the Aztec belief system. Because the Tzitzimimeh were female, they were also related to fertility, and as such associated with other female deities such as Tlaltecuhtli and Coatlicue. They were worshipped by midwives and women in labor. Their leader was the goddess, Itzpapalotl who ruled over Tamoanchan, the paradise where these deities resided. Being associated with the stars, when stars would not be seen in the sky during solar eclipses, this was intepreted as Tzitzimimeh attacking the sun. This caused a belief that during an eclipse, they would descend down to earth to devour humans. They were seen as both protectors of the feminine and progenitors of mankind, and as such, were powerful and dangerous, especially in periods of cosmic instability.
I am not a Labor Leader; I do not want you to follow me or anyone else; if you are looking for a Moses to lead you out of this capitalist wilderness, you will stay right where you are. I would not lead you into the promised land if I could, because if I led you in, some one else would lead you out. You must use your heads as well as your hands, and get yourself out of your present condition; as it is now the capitalists use your heads and your hands.
If you set out to design a cultural event specifically to provoke the alt-right, it would be hard to improve on “He Will Not Divide Us.” While the group contains multitudes — Trump fanatics, anti–social justice warriors, trolls, ethnic nationalists, neo-Nazis, anime experts, and every conceivable permutation thereof — the piece was expansive enough to incite them all.
Start with semantics. If nothing else, the alt-right is all about division: between nations, between races, between genders, between religions, between ideologies, and between trolls and non-trolls. “[The title] is almost daring people to divide the work,” said Ben Davis, the national art critic for artnet News. “From an art point of view, it was the point of the project, I assume.”
The artists strenuously claim the piece is nonpartisan, and that the words can be, per the introductory text, “a show of resistance or insistence, opposition or optimism, guided by the spirit of each individual participant and the community.” But the media immediately reported the work as an anti-Trump protest, and it’s sort of hard to blame them: “He Will Not Divide Us” appeared the day of the inauguration, in New York City, where Hillary Clinton won nearly 80% of the vote, at the same time as protests against Trump massed in cities throughout the world. Realistically, who was going to be chanting those words?
If the event was alt-right catnip in theory, in practice it was irresistible. The footage from the first day is an unintentional masterpiece of Bannonian propaganda: A rich, white, half-Jewish, hip, liberal movie star (and his black, second-generation movie star friend) leading an ethnically mixed crowd in a piece of performance art that doubled at times as an anti-Trump demonstration, at a New York City museum whose board includes Jeff Zucker, Jeffrey Katzenberg, a labor union leader, and a hedge fund founder.
“It feeds into the right-wing narrative about coastal elites and Hollywood liberals, Meryl Streep versus Trump,” Davis said.
Perhaps most provocatively, as far as the alt-right is concerned, “He Will Not Divide Us” was participatory and livestreamed. Threads announcing the project appeared on 4chan’s /pol/ forum and other alt-right online communities within hours of the stream going live.
Cause of death: Blunt force trauma to the head, laceration to the punchline.
This isn’t a joke. This is the last conscious thought that goes through your head as you die from exposure, delirious from the severe gangrene in your leg wound. After reading this tweet, I checked my pupils in the mirror and recited the alphabet, fearful that I might be having a stroke. He’s probably making fun of Rachel Maddow’s overhyped reveal of Trump’s taxes, but where does Snoop Dogg come into play? Why would he be the child of a famed missing aviatrix and labor leader? Has God abandoned me? Why is my body numb?
update on British politics for those who might be interested and confused
Theresa May called for this election because she was SO sure the conservatives would get a majority vote. she wanted to actually be voted in as PM because she just kinda turned up when none of us really knew who she was.
in a shocking turn of events lots of young people actually turned up this time and voted for old man jezza (labor, Jeremy Corbyn)
Laoubr didn’t actually win, but we still smashed the torys because we took away the majority they thought they were getting
they ended up LOSING seats instead of gaining them and just secured Jeremy’s position as labor leader
we now have a hung government because no one really won and no one really knows what to do now
no one secured the majority, so a victory that close isn’t really a victory
you need a majority vote to really win in a way that counts and looks good
so when you see labor supporters partying and cheering even though we lost
its because we didn’t really lose
May will be HEAVILY pressured to resign now
and the Queen actually has the power to tell her to fucking do one when they meet up today but that’s unlikely
Corbyn still has a chance at being PM and the conservatives shot themselves in the foot
let’s all laugh at them together
Alright so I work in a labor union history archive
We get a lot of materials donated by union members and officials. If I recall correctly, the guy who donated the pile of stuff the George Meany statue was in had died. The thing is, archives don’t keep every single thing people throw at them. That’d be ridiculous. So my boss and I are sorting through this guy’s stuff and we come across this fucking statue.
I believe my first response was “yikes” and my boss responded with a “oh no, oh no.”
We HATE dealing with memorabilia and people donate it all the time. We keep most of it, but we hate having to find boxes for them and process them. Buttons, jackets, cups, etc…super annoying to deal with and researchers never request to look at them. We’re all about manuscripts. I actually scream a little when someone donates more boxes of badge pins because we have THOUSANDS of them that I still need to sort through and individually input into the system.
Plus, for various reasons, it would be really odd to have a statue of George Meany in the archive of the particular union I work for. It just didn’t make sense to keep it.
The thing is…this statue was made by Robert Berks. The Robert Berks.
My boss asked around to see if anyone in his circles wanted it, which I’m assuming meant he asked like one person from the AFL-CIO and then gave up because he didn’t care enough. Apparently no one wanted it. And it wasn’t like we could call up the guy who donated the stuff and ask if he wanted it back.
So my boss puts it in the “to bring to the trash room” pile…but before he puts it down, he asked me if I wanted “the ugly thing.” He doesn’t even know how I decorate and he could somehow sense that I am the type of person who purposefully decorates their home with ugly things. He was dead right. Naturally, I said yes.
So that’s why I have this fucking hideous statue of anti-communist labor leader George Meany sitting next to my bed, watching me as I sleep.
Snow White has a tween who sits on the couch all day. This infuriates Snow White who complains, “You have no idea how easy you have it. When I was your age I had to do menial labor!”
Pocahontas is the leader of her daughter’s Girl Scouts troop, and loves taking the girls on nature hikes to see “the colors of the wind.” She does not, however, enjoy trying to sell cookies outside the marketplace.
Ariel is constantly battling her husband over how much freedom they should give their teenager. “Are you kidding, Eric?” she often says. “When I was her age I thought a fork was a comb and practically sold my soul to a witch to get a boyfriend! There is no way she’s going to the fair alone!”
Cinderella is the ultimate Pinterest mom. She DIYs her kids gorgeous clothes (with a little help from her now elderly pals, Jaq and Gus), bakes amazing cakes, and uses eco-friendly home cleaning techniques.
Jasmine is a PTA mom, and strikes fear in the eyes of the school administrators because she’s tough and doesn’t let her kids suffer any injustices.
Belle is a dedicated homeschooler, but finds it is a lot harder to teach her kids than it was to teach the Beast. He says, to her ire, “I was only a good student because I thought you were a hottie, Belle.”
Aurora has a teenager who sleeps in way too late. This drives Aurora nuts, but when she calls her daughter on it she says, “Whatever, mom. Dad says that when you were my age you slept for days!”
Merida has her own set of triplets she can’t seem to potty train. This drives her mad, especially when they pee around the potty. She often scolds, “If I can hit a bullseye from a hundred yards, you can tinkle in the toilet!”
Tiana struggles to get her four-year-old to eat anything except for beignets. She’s so desperate to get her kid to eat better that she’s taken to grinding up veggies and hiding them in her beignets.
Mulan has a super-girly daughter who she does not know what to do with. Many nights she complains to Li Shang, “I singlehandedly defeated the Huns, and yet she worships Miss Chen from next door because she’s good at makeup!”
Anna feels like she is always in the sled, carting her kids around town to ice harvesting class, magic lessons with the troll king, and play dates with Olaf’s many snow kids.
Rapunzel was stuck inside a tower her entire childhood and has vowed not to subject her kids to that. She’s now a “free-range parent,” and even wrote a book on the subject, Let Your Kids Down From The Tower.
For decades the migrant, bachelor, Filipino farmworkers – called Manongs, or elders — had fought for better working conditions. So in the summer of 1965, with pay cuts threatened around the state, these workers were prepared to act, says historian Dawn Mabalon.
“They’re led by this really charismatic, veteran, seasoned, militant labor leader Larry Itliong,” she says.
He urged local families in Delano to join Manongs in asking farmers for a raise. The growers balked. Workers gathered at Filipino Hall for a strike vote.
“The next morning they went out to the vineyard, and then they left the crop on the ground, and then they walked out,” Mabalon says.
Cesar Chavez and others had been organizing Mexican workers around Delano for a few years, but a strike wasn’t in their immediate plans. But Larry Itliong appealed to Chavez, and two weeks later, Mexican workers joined the strike.
Soon, the two unions came together to form what would become United Farm Workers, with Larry Itliong as the assistant director under Chavez.
Mabalon says, “These two groups coming together to do this? That is the power in the Delano Grape Strike.”
It took five years of striking, plus an international boycott of table grapes, before growers signed contracts with the United Farm Workers.
Those years weren’t easy: on strikers, families, or Delano.
Today is Cesar Chavez day, which commemorates the late labor and civil rights leader who co-founded what is now known as the United Farm Workers Union. It is a state holiday in California, Colorado, and Texas.
Saint of the Day – 7 June Venerable Matt Talbot OFS (1856 – 1925) (born Matthew Talbot) – Layman, Ascetic, Mystic – known as the “Saint in Overalls” and “the Workers’ Saint”, disciple of Eucharistic Adoration and the Blessed Virgin – Patron of Struggling and Recovering Addicts and Alcoholics and many addiction treatment programs, retreats and centres throughout the world bear his name. His grave is at Our Lady of Lourdes Church, Seán McDermott Street, Dublin.
Ven Matt Talbot lived at an incredibly difficult time. He and his 13 siblings were born into poverty in Dublin shortly after the Irish Potato Famine. One million people died from this largely human-made disaster that saw, even while starvation was rampant, the British government’s siphoning off profit from Irish crops and livestock. Another million people emigrated and alcoholism was rampant among those who stayed behind.
His father beat him, made him change jobs—but nothing could stop Matt’s habit. After work he and his buddies went straight to the pub. Matt spent every penny on drink and once pawned his boots for a pint. Remarkably, his drinking did not prevent his putting in a good day’s work. And he said that when he was intoxicated he occasionally thought about the Blessed Mother and prayed an off-handed Hail Mary. Matt speculated later that she may have had something to do with his conversion.
One day in 1884, when Matt was 28 years old, an incident occurred that changed his entire life. For a week he had stayed away from work, drinking heavily. Saturday found him sober, thirsty and penniless. But confident that his workmates, for whom he had often bought drink, would come to his assistance, he stood with his brother near O’Meara’s pub on the North Strand to meet his colleagues coming from Pembertons. The men passed in twos and threes but none stopped to ask the brothers to have a drink. Matt said later that he was “cut to the heart” by this treatment and went home. Mary Andrews, his sister, reported what happened when Matt came home that day:
My mother said, “You’re home early, Matt, and you’re sober!” He replied, “Yes, mother, I am.” After dinner he remained in the house which was not usual, and finally he remarked to my mother. “I’m going to take the pledge.” She smiled and said, “Go, in God’s name, but don’t take it unless you are going to keep it.” He said, “I’ll go, in God’s name.”
As he was going out mother said, “God give you strength to keep it.” He went to Clonliffe, made his confession, and took the pledge for three months. He had been a couple of years away from the sacraments then. Next morning—Sunday—he went to Holy Communion. On Monday he went to 5 a.m. Mass in Gardiner Street and was at his work as usual at 6 a.m. This he made a regular practice from that time on.
But after his work, to keep away from his companions, he used to walk to a distant church, either St. Joseph’s, Berkeley Road, or St. Peter’s, Phibsboro and remain there until bedtime.
Once or twice—possibly on a Saturday—he went with the men to the public house but he drank only minerals and he usually spent Saturday afternoons away from where he might meet his old companions and generally in a church. He had a bad time of it at first and sometimes said to my mother, that, when the three months were up, he would drink again.
But Matt extended the three months into forty-one years. His new behaviour flabbergasted everyone. Matt supported his sobriety with traditional Catholic disciplines such as prayer, frequent communion, weekly confession, spiritual reading, fasting and charitable works. He also seems to have taken guidance from a wise spiritual director but the person’s name is not known. In 1891, Matt found community support by joining the Franciscan Third Order.
Matt often read the Bible and the lives of saints and he also began reading papal encyclicals on social justice and books on the labour movement. His faith and his concern for the poor led him to action and in 1900 he joined a strike from the Dublin Port & Docks Board to demand a modest raise of sixpence to their daily pay of four and sixpence. When management refused, he was one of four workers who held out from returning to work while the rest slowly gave in to the financial pressure.
He became a loyal member of Ireland’s Transport and General Workers Union. When the Dublin Lockout of 1913 led to sympathy strikes throughout the city, Matt consulted a trusted priest as he discerned joining the strike. The priest encouraged him and Matt joined the strike also came to quote a phrase from a book the priest gave him: “No man has the right to starve a worker into submission.” During this strike, he refused the strike pay given by the union to ease financial hardship, saying that he had not earned it. Later he accepted the pay but shared it among the other strikers. Matt was a vocal supporter of James Larkin, a famous union organizer and major figure in Ireland’s labor movement. One union leader, Stephen McGonagle, described Matt as “a beacon of light to Irish workers.”
Prayer and mortification Matt Talbot mortified himself rigorously. He slept on a plank bed with a piece of timber for a pillow. This left his face numb in later years. He slept in chains which he wore for 14 years before his death, round his leg and on his body.
He prayed each night from 2 to 4 a.m., then dressed and prayed again until it was time to leave for Mass in St. Francis Xavier’s Church. He would arrive at 5am, if not earlier,and would kneel in prayer at the church’s iron railings, waiting for it to open. On entering he would kneel and kiss the ground, then make the Stations of the Cross.
In 1892 Matt took up employment as a bricklayer’s labourer with the firm of T & C Martin, on the North Wall, where he remained until his death. He fasted constantly. His breakfast consisted of cocoa prepared the previous evening by his sister, which he often drank cold. With this he ate some dry bread. For his midday meal he had cocoa to which he would add a pinch of tea and again drank cold. With this he took a slice of bread. His sister would bring him a small evening meal. If she brought fish he would insist that she take it home with her and would make do with bread soaked in the fish juice.
On Sundays he remained in the church for every Mass. Only on returning to his room at about 2 p.m. would he break his fast for the first time since 6.30 p.m. the previous day. The remainder of the day was spent in prayer, reading the Scriptures and the lives of the saints. He gave all his money to neighbours in need and to the missions.
Collapsed and died Matt was on his way to Mass in St. Saviour’s on Trinity Sunday, June 7, 1925, when he collapsed and died on Granby Lane. A paragraph in The Irish Independent of the following day stated, “An elderly man collapsed in Granby Lane yesterday and, on being taken to Jervis Street Hospital, was found to be dead. He was wearing a tweed suit, but there was nothing to indicate who he was.”
He was buried the following Thursday, the feast of Corpus Christi, in Glasnevin Cemetery.
In 1952 Matt Talbot’s remains were exhumed and transferred to a double coffin bearing the inscription, ‘The Servant of God, Matthew Talbot.’ The coffin was placed in a vault in the central circle of the cemetery to which pilgrims began to flock from all over the world.
In 1972 Matt Talbot’s remains were removed to the Church of Our Lady of Lourdes in Sean McDermott Street. The tomb has a glass panel through which the coffin may be seen.
He was declared Venerable by Blessed Pope Paul VI in 1975.
PRAYER for the CANONISATION OF VENERABLE MATT TALBOT
Lord, in your servant, Matt Talbot you have given us a wonderful example of triumph over addiction, of devotion to duty and of lifelong reverence of the Holy Sacrament. May his life of prayer and penance give us courage to take up our crosses and follow in the footsteps of Our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Father, if it be Your will that Your beloved servant should be glorified by your Church, make known by Your heavenly favours the power he enjoys in your sight. We ask this through Jesus Christ Our Lord, in union with the Holy Spirit, one God forever and ever, Amen.
Anyone who receives a favour through the intercession of Matt Talbot is requested to write to Fr John Flaherty, Vice-Postulator of the Cause, Our Lady 83 Marlborough Street, Dublin 1.