Left perspective on Bernie:
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New to me, I haven’t dug into it yet:
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Yet another in the list of “pivotal historical events that most Americans are unaware of”:
As the gun collection suggests, Cypher is not a radical leftie. This is well established mainstream history.
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The reason I bring up the attack game of the media, particularly the far right media, is that Bernie’s position as most popular politician was taken from Hillary Clinton who in two years went from the most popular (with no one close) to the least popular politician in the country.
Even trying to mobilize action in the streets that perspective is a basic requirement.
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Some Oz folk history:
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Yup.
Notice that I’ve been upping my criticism of corporate media a bit lately?
Fox and the Stormer will always be foul, but their audience are unreachable fascists. More dangerous are the folks reading the NYT who don’t realise that they’re swallowing fascist propaganda, or the people watching MSNBC unaware that it’s neoliberal propaganda [1].
Fortunately, many of the kids seem to have caught on to that point. Hence the explosion of left podcasts. Plus IGD News, Crimethinc. and so on. And for video, there’s Democracy Now, TYT, Cracked, Rebelutionary Z, etc.
Every revolution is faced with opposing propaganda from state controlled [2] media. That isn’t totally catastrophic so long as the revolutionaries have alternate media channels available.
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[1] To be more precise: MSNBC presents a mix of neoliberal (Morning Joe, general economic/labor/finance coverage) and social liberal (Maddow, Joy Reid) perspectives. But the money behind MSNBC is interested in neoliberal economics, and both Maddow and Morning Joe assist in making that possible.
[2] “State controlled” is not the same as “state owned”.
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Re: Ned.
And for a somewhat contrary view:
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The first claim is possible, but it’s far beyond the evidence in the article.
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Here’s some more:
As the siege continued into the winter, Percy wrote in an eyewitness account: “And now famine beginning to look ghastly and pale in every face that nothing was spared to maintain life and to do those things which seem incredible, as to dig up dead corpse out of graves and to eat them, and some have licked up the blood which hath fallen from their weak fellows.”
According to several colonists, one man killed his pregnant wife and chopped her into pieces, which he then salted and ate for food. He was executed for murder.
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Which implies one person did that, not several people.
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Yes, the original tweet had a bit of rhetorical flourish.
We can say that it appears that:
- Cannibalism was frequent enough to be noted as a not unique event.
- In at least one case, the killer salted his wife.
- In at least one other case, the victim was a 14 year old girl.
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Severely obscure American history:
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He had the right idea! And he was tasty!
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Oz is no innocent on the cannibalism front, BTW:
We left Macquarie Harbour it was in the pouring rain
none of us quite sure if we would see England again
some fool muttered death or liberty
there was six of us together a jolly hungry crew
and as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grew
some fool muttered death or liberty
So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark
we were only trying to keep ourselves alive
but when the sun came up next morning well the six had turned to five
And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,
When I get down to Hobart town
All five of us were nervous and I’ll tell you that’s a fact
bu you should have seen the bastard who was carrying the axe
He was a sick man he had murder in his heart
And then we reached the Franklin River, and it took two days to cross
we were wet and almost starvin’ and for food were at a loss
we were hungry men with murder on our minds.
So that night we made a fire out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were rumbling all through the night so dark,
And they were making noises the dead could not ignore
and when the sun came up next morning,
the five had turned to four!
And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,
When I get down to Hobart town
Well the four of us kept marching to a place called Western Teirs
A country full of tasty game but for us it held no cheer
we had no guns we were traveling without hope.
But the axe it loomed so ominous and God’s hand was at play
a sick man is a type of game which can not run away
so stay easy, my poor man, your time’s at hand.
So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark
I can’t say I feel guilty, after all it wasn’t me
but when the sun came up next morning the four had turned to three
And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,
When I get down to Hobart town
Well the three of us kept moving but one was fading fast
he had been bitten by a snake and you could see he would not last
stay easy my good man your time is at hand
and when he could last no longer his days were fading fast
we were far to weak to carry him subsistency comes first
stay easy my good man your time is at hand
So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark
It was a messy job but it was one we had to do
but when the sun came up next morning the three had turned to two
And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,
When I get down to Hobart town
Now he had been looking at me funny, sort of eyeing me for days,
And you would not need to be too bright to know that bastard’s ways:
He was a sick man, he had murder in his heart.
But even bastards have to rest, and even bastards have to sleep,
And when he was in the land of Nod straight over I did creep,
and the axe that he had wielded now was mine.
So that night, I made the fire, out of twigs and out of bark,
and my stomach it kept rumbling all through the night so dark.
I can’t say that I enjoyed it, and it wasn’t exactly fun,
but when the sun came up next morning, the two had turned to one!
And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe,
When I get down to Hobart town
Well now history is a pack of lies, as any fool can tell,
So when I got down to Hobart town I told my story well,
But do you think they would believe one word I said?
For they thought that I was covering for my mates still at large,
Said they’d be roaming in the bush so wild and free,
And back to old Macquarie Harbour they sent me
But I remember the fires made out of twigs and made of bark
and my stomach it was grumbling all through the night so dark
And this young fool he just said to me it’s liberty or death
and he looked a rather tasty one; this time we’ll go northwest
And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It’s a tale they won’t believe
When I get down to Hobart town
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What Pearce was running from:
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