Ah, yes. Z Magazine. My favorite reading material. Just ask anybody, especially Mike Albert.
> Ask your heartthrob lady cop to lend you her hanky. Wipe your tears, then
>cheer up.
Er, that was comic shtick in a Woody Allen vein. Actually, Woody Allen from the mid 60s, to be more exact. I have established that I can laugh at myself and actually invite other people to laugh at me. Your problem is that you don't realize how pompous you are with all your name-dropping and radical CV bragging. You remind me of Margaret Dumont or any of a dozen other characters in Marx brothers movies who strutted around expecting people to bow down to them. What you don't get is that the more you talk about your glorious achievements, the more people would like to stick a lobster in your underwear.
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> Tom Condit could tell some good stories about the fun we had as a minority
>libertarian socialist and Wobbly "tendency" (constitutionally recognized
>faction) in the old YPSL, when Norman Thomas was the SP elder, Mike
Harrington
>was still a "youth," and all the red diaper babies were Shachtmanites!
Ah, yes. I love to hear stories like this. Why don't you come to thanksgiving dinner at Doug Henwood's house. He's inviting everybody on LBO-Talk. We can all drink red wine out of a jug and let you regale us with your illustrious, legendary feats. ZZZZZZ. Snore. ZZZZZZ. Snore.
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> I know, I know. What are real people with real names in real mass struggles
>when you can hyperlink to socialist Web sites and batter the bourgeoisie with
>downloads? Next time, don't ask, and I won't tell.
If we ever meet in person, can I touch the hem of your garments. I always wanted to be somebody's acolyte.
Louis Proyect
(http://www.panix.com/~lnp3/marxism.html)