the bourgeousie

beat bobby flay is an allegory for the oppressions of capitalism and a bourgeois ruled world: bobby flay represents the oppresive bourgeoisie, and the two challengers represent the proletariat who are first required to fight with each other in order to have a chance against the bourgeoisie, showing the lack of unity under a capitalist regime. that battle is not the last; after the proletariat unwillingly battle against each other, they must then compete with flay. unfortunately, the independent chef is almost always defeated despite their efforts, showing big business and big money always triumphing over the poor and the small business owners. the show is designed to make the viewers frustrated when flay wins; everyone who appears on the show save for flay himself want the challenger to win, causing anger to be directed at bourgeois flay, and sympathy towards the proletariat, who is helpless under the horrible power of the bourgeousie.

“Talking to poor people about communism is hard”

Compared to what?

Because talking to rich or “middle class” people about communism is one of the worst things imaginable.

Talking to rich or “middle class” people about anything is terrible.  They can’t go like five minutes without saying something fascist no matter what the starting topic is.

I would rather talk with anti-communist poor people about communism on a full time basis than talk with the bourgeoisie about anything for less than ten minutes.  The second one would be way more work and it would all be futile.

  • su: this is bismuth shes super angry and radical
  • me: i know shes so good and totally right, i love how open she is about her righteous hatred of the bourgeousie! finally someone who doesnt want to hug their oppressors into allies! justice takes many forms and anger is one of them!
  • su: no radical in a bad way...she took it too far......shes bad............
  • me: ?????????

Communards at the barricades during the Paris Commune, 1871. A combination of workers and bourgeousie took control of the city of Paris at the end of the Franco-Prussian War, proclaiming a people’s government. The new government controlled the city for about two months until the movement was finally crushed, with over 20,000 residents of Paris being killed.

if everyone pays the abrasax family (and any other soylent producers) real money for their monoproduct, what do the abrasaxi //buy//? the most valuable substance in the universe is something they mass-produce themselves, they more than anyone have an effectively infinite free supply

so what do they do with everyone elses money, and if they have so much of it, why did margaery pay anime hair and featherhawk in soylent?

it strongly suggests that credits do represent a soylent standard, and that the abrasaxi run effectively a barter economy, making them kingmakers and power brokers to whom all are indebted for their longevity

which is a good source for simmering resentment and a tiered series of impending rebellions from the bourgeousie down to the proles

man i hope this does well because i want them to just keep making sequels, this is such a delightful mashup of thor and riddick

Yesterday I did something different.

You know, I’m not a snob, and it’s nothing personal, but I usually prefer not to hang out around upper class people or worse, people who are 100% bougie. I’m more at home with my fellow low class/no class people. (Which I know is odd since my job exists of spending all day around old rich people, wining and dining them and making sure they continue to support the museum.)

But some of you make know that the man who founded our choir is being moved to Cleveland, so we had a going away party. In Merion. In the Main Line. It was at this place called the Merion Tribute House, which is basically a stone castle, set away form the road on a heavily manicured property. There were hors d'oeuvres (Including to my supreme surprise, vegan options!) And a trio of harp,flute, and cello playing classical music. (I can get with that, you guys already know that.)  

There was a bar, but of course, I don’t drink. Luckily, there wasn’t any pressure to. My friend who I went with introduced me to a couple of his friends, some of whom I vaguely knew from other places, and the conversations, I’ve never talked about so many things. I have usually stereotyped people from the Main Line as vapid, uninspiring, and very light on anything of worth. Open minds that haven’t yet clamped down on something solid. But this was different. I spoke with a guy my age about the symphonies of C.M. Widor, spoke with a much older lady about vegan cooking, and most astoundingly, my watch helped me find a guy at Villanova who’s into hardcore. 

I have another one of these Tuesday night, hope it goes just as as well. I’m sure that whenever the pictures come out, you’ll all be happy to see me in a dress shirt, slacks, tie and blazer.