The new T-shirt design for non-conformists.

Left adjusts to a new patriotism under Obama
By Sasha Issenberg The Boston Globe
Published: January 6, 2009

BERKELEY, California: The hundreds who massed at the University of California campus here on election night responded to Barack Obama's victory by heading off on a route that has been for a generation the sacred way for the activist left: out the campus gates, through Sproul Plaza, and down Telegraph Avenue toward People's Park.

By the time they arrived at the intersection of Telegraph and Durant avenues, where a tie-dye vendor occupies one corner, it became clear they did not come to challenge the system now preparing to consecrate a new regime in Washington. At one point, a man scaled a lamppost and unfurled the Stars and Stripes. The crowd broke out in the national anthem.

Comrades, am I alone in feeling just a bit uncomfortable with this new conformity?

Nah, you're just feeling a little whiplash from the cognitive dissonance. Recall that in all the previous ages of American Progressivism, "patriotic" nationalism literally became the law of the land. The conceit is always the same: An America that WE control is an America worth loving and defending. An America control by reactionary forces is a blight on the Earth.

Comrade Whoopie,

That is a glorious design! I always suspected Che(ney) was manipulating Shrub and hypnotizing Congress to introduce and approve the People's Pharmaceuticals, the Money-People's People's Bailout, the Zero-Percent-Down House-"owner" People's Bailout, the People's Carmakers' Bailout, and the Liberate Iraqi Oil plans. The endless faux hatred for Che(ney) as a blood-thirsty gun-toting crooked-shooter fascist provided the perfect cover!

I'm glad to see Party funds were used for this valuable and influential mole.

Did not the First Lady tell us she was finally proud of her country? Of course the national anthem shall now be sung. A new "living and breathing" version, however, is in the works. It will take your breath away, permanently.

Indeed comrades, we all used to "Question Authority" but now we *are* the authority, no question about it.

All former non-conformists must now conform. So scrape those old bumperstickers off your Yugo and use duct tape to hold the back bumper on instead.

Now that dissent has become patriotism, will dissent with that dissent become the NEW patriotism? Just asking.

Opiate of the People wrote:Now that dissent has become patriotism, will dissent with that dissent become the NEW patriotism? Just asking.

Comrade Opiate,

Your question is perhaps valid, but I think you're taking a unilateral and non-nuanced view. We live in a multipolar and multicultural world, so it follows that patriotism and dissent will become multifaceted. If you dissent with me, you're wrong and not my kind of patriotic.

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Opiate wrote:Now that dissent has become patriotism, will dissent with that dissent become the NEW patriotism?

This is a binary view of the world. Dissent is always valuable if it's dissent from the an order which believes in something as reactionary as say, oh, I'll say it, a Constitution. Damn but that was hard. Isn't it dead yet?

You have to be careful not to dissent from dissenters if the people you're dissenting with have an ice axe and you sleep. Ask the shade of dear Leon.

Comrades,

Commissar Theocritus has a sharp point indeed, as sharp as the ice pick referred to, which might wind up on eBay.
<br>Dear Leon does have a curious way of popping up from time to time. Why, I recall these money-grubbing anti-capitalists Trotsky Icepick when I was a laddy. Never bought their product, but I probably heard it. They put the band on ice in '91.

I would never actually advocate an ice-pick to the ear. I tried that once on Bruno and all he did was moan and whine that he couldn't hear Babs right. You have to make sure that there's something in there to hit, you know.

I am not actually in favor of extermination unless absolutely necessary. After all, someone who is room temperature cannot do more for the Collective.

And he cannot be exothermic and make and consume more of the People's Tasty Crème.

Or as I think I shall market it, to give it a certain <i>je ne sais quoi</i>, <i>Crème de Haut Goût de Gens</i>. If it looks Froggie, then you can charge 25% extra. That's because if you say a rifle is French you get lots more because it's only been dropped once.

Comrade Kommissar Vodkov,

Bonus! A shot of Stoli to you for this progressive nostalgic contribution! (I'll save the Tokarev 9mm shot for later. Nothing personal, you understand.)

Comrade_Tovarich wrote:Comrade Kommissar Vodkov,

Bonus! A shot of Stoli to you for this progressive nostalgic contribution! (I'll save the Tokarev 9mm shot for later. Nothing personal, you understand.)

Tokarev 9mm? But Comrade, a Tokarev is always best in the original chambering of 7.62x25mm! Plus the 9mm is a decadent design of German origin, while the 7.62 Tokarev is a good socialist chambering that ripped off, errr improved the .30 Mauser, which was also a decadent German design! PLUS it's cheaper on the surplus market right now.

...the 7.62 Tokarev is a good socialist chambering that ripped off, errr improved the .30 Mauser, which was also a decadent German design! PLUS it's cheaper on the surplus market right now.

Unfortunately, 7.62 Nagant ammunition is not. But there, comrades, is a properly revoutionary pistol: overly complicated design, shoddy production values cheap to produce, expensive to operate, not accurate beyond nine inches, underpowered if it actually does hit the target.

We could of course kill them by putting them in a room with Nansky.

Ivan Betinov wrote:

...the 7.62 Tokarev is a good socialist chambering that ripped off, errr improved the .30 Mauser, which was also a decadent German design! PLUS it's cheaper on the surplus market right now.

Unfortunately, 7.62 Nagant ammunition is not. But there, comrades, is a properly revoutionary pistol: overly complicated design, shoddy production values cheap to produce, expensive to operate, not accurate beyond nine inches, underpowered if it actually does hit the target.

Which is why I no longer own a Nagant revolver, and instead am looking for a TT-33 Tokarev to go with my Czech CZ-82. Between a hopped up .30 that is designed for penetration, and a hopped up .380 that is designed for who knows what, I will have the two best People's Revolutionary Pistol Cartridges. And when I get bored with them I can always bust out the Mosin Nagant.

Oh, and the capitalist enterprise known as R Guns is selling 7.62 Nagant for a mere 25 capitalist explotation units per 50 rounds! OR you can run .32 S&W Long or Short through the standard cylinder as well as .32ACP. OR find a conversion cylinder that is made soley for .32acp.

Comrades,

Ah, I held a handgun permit in college but never had the money to buy a handgun and thus know very little about them. I have, however, fired a Tokarev pistol at a range in trade for firing my rifle at the time. When visiting friends in the US, I find most like the cheap Chinese SKS.

If they weren't such crap with ammo that is scarce and probably needs to be reloaded to fire, I'd love an Arisaka rifle for historical reasons, although a Nambu officer's pistol would be better still.

When the Japanese were preparing for ground invasion of the home islands, they produced ceramic hand grenades (I've seen a few in museums) and even bamboo bullets (I've only read about them), so little metal was left.

Commissar Theocritus wrote:We could of course kill them by putting them in a room with Nansky.

What is that suppose to mean!? Huh!? Oh... I think I know what you're talking about, Theo. Yes, I know how you look at me... I know how you undress me with your eyes when we sit down together at dinner.

Sure, you are a good twenty feet away at the other end of the table during our meals together, possibly playing footsie with Bruno -- but all the same I notice, Theocritus. I notice those eyes pouring over my goods... wanting me... thinking of me... It torments you, doesn't it!? I torment you! Yes! Yes! Take me, Theocritus! Take me away!! Away!! I want to be Speaker Theocritus! I want to be... MRS. THEOCRITUS!! Uggaaahhh!

I think I'm going to need a warm bath and the Hildo... Stat.

Comrade_Tovarich wrote:Comrades,

Ah, I held a handgun permit in college but never had the money to buy a handgun and thus know very little about them. I have, however, fired a Tokarev pistol at a range in trade for firing my rifle at the time. When visiting friends in the US, I find most like the cheap Chinese SKS.

If they weren't such crap with ammo that is scarce and probably needs to be reloaded to fire, I'd love an Arisaka rifle for historical reasons, although a Nambu officer's pistol would be better still.

When the Japanese were preparing for ground invasion of the home islands, they produced ceramic hand grenades (I've seen a few in museums) and even bamboo bullets (I've only read about them), so little metal was left.

Comrade, the bamboo/wooden bullets are a myth. You see, there actually are wooden bullets, but they are for training purposes. Since all live ammo was shot up trying to fight the war, often when GI's seized ammo stockpiles, all that was left was the worthless for combat training ammo. There was no effort to make wooden bullets to save metal though.

Nansky, what an honor to be proposed to by you. Yes, you have seen me undress you with my eyes.

(Bruno. Bruno! Quit laughing. You know I was wondering if her wrinkles were plaited or if she'd had some work done. And we both know that would yield enough skin for a two-suiter.)

Nansky, you are the epitome of womanly virtue. If anyone could change my luck, it would be you.

(Bruno! Goddamn it, Bruno! Have I <i>ever</i> shown any signs of wanting to screw either a scarecrow or an owl?)

Nansky, I do not think that I'm up to the honor of being your husband though--I just wouldn't fit in your circles. All the parties that you go to--rubbing shoulders with Teddy K., Harry Reid, Jay Rockefeller, Henry Waxman? How do you stand the illumination of such splendiferous minds? While I am merely a lowly commissar, with nothing to offer you.