Nothing like seeing other comrades Cube'n, on a Sunday afternoon.







Cube'n on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get this Cube too soon

I can't imagine People's Cube that's better
GWONT World® is ours whenever we're together
Where GWONT's a place you'd like to be instead of

Writin' down a Gulag Billet-doux* (French term for a love letter)
Toolin' any Prog, we like to choose

There's always lots of things that we can see
We can eat beet waffles if we please
And all those MAGA comrades we could meet, just

Cube'n' on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get this way too soon
No, no, no, no

Awe Awe Awe Awe

Awe Awe Awe Awe

We'll keep on riffin' commie plays this way
We're gonna talk and laugh Gulag Crimes each day
I feel GWONT comin' closer, day by day
Life should be atrocity, you and me, endlessly

Cube'n on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get this way too soon
No, no, no, no

Cube'n (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Cube'n

Comrades in Manhattan have once again marched for the Glorious Global Intifada™ — which, in plain speech, translates as “We demand free universal genocide, funded by taxpayers, and served with soy milk.” This is what happens when local revolutionaries outsource their slogans to Hamas marketing interns.

FYI, intifada is Arabic for “throwing off.” But since our proggish comrades are allergic to dictionaries, they believe it means “fun street festival with free Wi-Fi.”

Naturally, Israel remains the villain, because in the Progressive Handbook™ the Jewish state’s greatest crime is existing successfully. And nothing terrifies the People’s Marchers more than Jews who refuse to play victim and instead insist on surviving.

Long live progressive New York, where social justice means chanting for genocide while sipping a $9 Manhattan latte.