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Cake day: July 10th, 2023

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  • Yeah this “dems bad at messaging” line of excuses is really tired to me. If things are going good in your life you don’t need to be told by someone that it is, you just know it in your bones.

    Conversely all the “messaging” in the world won’t convince us things are going fine when our daily life experience is the opposite.

    Dems aren’t bad at messaging because they are bad at getting the word out, it’s that decades of messaging without follow-through with measurable, noticeable increase in quality of our daily lives means we don’t believe the message anymore

    If you’re someone’s boss and all they ever do when they fuck up is blame others for their failures and when you bring em in your office they hand you a 10 page document explaining all the work they tried to do, pedantically explaining how you’re and idiot that “just doesn’t see all the work they’ve looked into.” ?? You’d fuckin fire em right?









  • Get to know your neighbors. Organizing doesn’t have to mean politically, and community is the only strength we have.

    I’m dead serious. Get to know your neighbors. At home. At work? (lolsafely) Do less work, more talking to your co-workers about work. About whatever. But yaknow, get to know them. And probably find out you agree about a lot of the stuff that’s not on tv.

    Organizing isn’t some nebulous concept, politics isn’t for lawyers. Organizing (and politicking) 's just… talking to people. People who like you n me who can’t “influence politics” and don’t know how to start. But we do know what we need.

    People power is right there with us every day, politics is everyday life. So get to know your neighbors




  • i used to as part of my weekend job working in an old hospital have to walk the breadth of it and at some point decided that i would try to use every single bathroom in the place. Over the course of months i found many cool nooks and quiet bathrooms but i never finished the mission because i found the PERFECT bathroom.

    in the middle of an access hallway, up some narrow stairs, was a dead-end office. The only entrance was this one stairwell. Sun-facing windows looked out over the roof of the building and west, shining in on a bank of training computers. smell of warm dust and absolute quiet.

    someone knew of it, cuz there was always toilet paper, but in my many trips to that special place i never saw a soul. Something about that place i can’t describe to you, the vibe, the feel. it was perfect. I abandoned my efforts to find better and instead would walk past other open bathrooms just to use that one again.

    I still think about that room sometimes. Never been paid to poo in a better one.