The Lingering Appeal of Trotskyism

[Wat_Tyler]

Fascinating. On my honeymoon with my Big Domme her uncle took us to Ludlow. I was already Lulu. Her dad miscalled me as Susy.

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Hmmm. I've never been miscalled by the inlaws and it doesn't appear likely to happen in the future.


The eastern front book has been several chapters now on the effectiveness of mobile artillery. I'm curious about machines and the man gives me strategy. Better than nothing but my Google results aren't making me happy. Yet. Google is still my bestie. I know, tactics and not politics, but one led to the other in that case.

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

No reply about how the Party of Reagan became the Party of Putin.

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Still waiting. Did I miss something?

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[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

That's because he was stupid.

I don't know anything about the summer school episode poster as a person.

But the anecdote has the odor of... inauthenticity. Kinda like DJT's claims about anonymous blacksmiths and ecdysiasts offering hugs.

I know the American labor movement extremely well. I published the official history of one of its greatest exemplars, the Sailors Union of the Pacific. Steward in the Railway Clerks' Union. Top supporter of Walesa. Secretary of the Bay Media Guild. Activist in defending union Independence in Nic under the Cubes. Consultant on labor in Israel. Organizer of new unions in the postwar Balkans.

Married to a movie Guild stalwart. Friends with leaders of America's greatest union, the NFL Players Assn. Personal office next to theirs.

Never ever ever would cross a picket line.

I was brought up in the shadow of the West Coast Longshore Union. Years with adults who had a shorthand: "In 6... In 10..." Meaning in local 6, local 10. And their cute daughters.

FBI knew what cars big commies drove. I knew whether their girls were easy. They were. My Princess Domna was typical. Hornier than a rattlesnake in heat. Loves me whoring.

In 1999, after leading a victorious strike -- won by methods only I knew -- at the SF newspapers, was threatened by a Stalinist thug in SoCal Longshore.

No jokey, artichokey.

The Muscovite crew was irritated that the disillusioned commo elders in 10, sick of the Russ machine, used me to publicize their grievances, in a daily with total regional dom.

Nice threat conveyed by a rapist and library looter. Told the messenger GFY.

But quit SF Chronicle immediately and split for Bosnia. Safer for me there than SF.
Several main unions in this country, to this day, remain under commie control. Older members know a very great deal about Trotskyism. West Coast Longshore leaders are Putinite. The only oppo tolerated is the Hamas wing. Thus U.S. ops for Polite Mossad keep me busy. Note events in Bay Area where aid to The Realm is blocked. I know exactly who. Why. How.

If SF were Gaza some nice loudmouths on the waterfront would be dead.

My Big Domme doesn't approve.

About the alleged meanderings of a 60s YSAer:

Commies and Trots were/are extremely protective of their members in industry. Kinda like a pimp whose stable includes a flawless Barbie, an awesome Marilyn, a devastating Bardot, a stunning Halle Berry.

I know pretty well how a 60s YSAer would talk about auto workers. And it wasn't cornflakes.

It was this:

Like this:

Like this:

This:

When I hear the word "union" I reach for my Trotsky. Even now, organizing the Sex Workers' Union with Teamster backing.

America needs labor history. Make it big for me, baby. Bareback.

Stupid doesn't operate heavy machinery. Like my pussy with a cock inside it.

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