- PS. Unity News announced on August 5 that it would be closing, “to allow the administrators to concentrate on the Norfolk Unity website, which will carry all the news that would have appeared here.”
I gotta shitload of sites bookmarked.
Now I gotta tell ’em: it’s over girlfriend.
Soundtrack for this post:
[Clenched fist salute to Carlos.]
The death of Grods has brought new life to the blogosphere, and A Fresh Start in August. I’d tell Bron to cheer up but the definition of a pessimist is someone who hasn’t yet heard the bad news. Instead, I’ll simply refer to the title of Dorothy Gallagher’s biography of Carlo Tresca: All the Right Enemies.
Often described as a “freelance revolutionary,” Carlo Tresca (1879-1943) was one of the most compelling and colorful figures of the American left prior to World War II. A newspaper editor, labor organizer, civil libertarian, anarchist, anti-Fascist and anti-Stalinist, Tresca had absorbed his fiery socialist principles and had been active as a trade-unionist and editor in his native Abruzzi before immigrating to the United States in 1904.
After joining the International Workers of the World (IWW) in 1912, Tresca was involved in a number of strikes, including the Lawrence, Massachusetts textile strike (1912), the New York City hotel workers’ strike (1913), the Paterson silk strike (1913), and the Mesabi Range, Minnesota, miners’ strike (1916). He edited a newspaper called L’Avvenire (The Future), first in Pennsylvania and, from 1913, in New York City. Its successor, from 1917, was Il Martello (The Hammer). Tresca’s uncompromising anarcho-syndicalist views resulted in frequent clashes with local and federal authorities, and repeated confiscation of his publications.
He devoted considerable energy to campaigning on behalf of Sacco and Vanzetti in the 1920s and also became preoccupied with the struggle against fascism. Pursued by the U. S. government at the behest of the Mussolini regime, he survived several assassination attempts by fascist supporters. The Spanish Civil War intensified his anti-Communist activity and propaganda, earning him more enemies on the American left.
On the evening of January 11, 1943, Tresca was shot to death on the sidewalk in front of his office at Fifth Avenue and 15th Street. Over the years there has been a lively debate about which of Tresca’s many enemies might have been behind the murder. His murder was never prosecuted.
YouCoont is a new blog what Wah — a former Grods commentator — done. In brief, in various posts, references of a defamatory nature to TV personalities and other VIPs are made. Word on the virtual street is that concerned parties have obtained legal advice confirming the status of the material as being offensive and defamatory. They seek to have the articles/blog removed immediately from teh Intertubes. Should Wah not remove the offending material, they are instructed to brief solicitors on behalf of their client(s) to seek an injunction and damages.
I have nominated Dylan Lewis as a coont, not because he’s annoying — which is something HE MOST DEFINITELY IS NOT — but rather because he makes the vast swathes of humanity who are not as superbly talented as he is feel bad. (And sad.)
YouCoont takes up where Needs To Be Glassed left off.
See also : Bloody Massacres, Suicide, Shocking Absence of Common Courtesy: Welcome to the Internets (March 7, 2009).
Poumista, as ever, offers a truly
superb neat-o experience dining on radical history… although Poumista’s blogroll suffers from one, rather obvious, lapse.
Fires never extinguished is a blog of the fearsomely-titled Phoenix Class War Council. It is… good.
Vengeance is another angry blog comin’ outta The Belly of the Beast otherwise known as the United States, which seeks its title in the realms of the class war. Notes on a New Proletarian Anarchism is especially interesting, and the author of the blog has won the love and affection of the spelling Nazi inside of me, and will no doubt appeal to the spelling Nazi inside you too.
What in the hell … is What in the hell …? What in the hell … is another neat-o blog what asks the question What in the hell … … are intellectuals? [A. The Shoeshine Boys of the Ruling Elite] … is militant research? … is your baked tofu recipe? AND THAT’S NOT ALL!
Recording Surface is… um…
…not Aotearoa Skinhead. Which is like, all about skinhead and The Spirit of ’69!
Pick-up lines is a Maoist-Third Worldist project. Our goal is to provide a map of the so-called “left” for those who are not familiar with the distinctions between various lines and organizations. Our goal is to provide as many capsule reviews of online “leftist” websites as possible. Thus making it easier for people to distinguish the genuine revolutionaries from the fakes. Plus, we’ll have some fun looking at, and occasionally poking fun at, all the nonsense that passes as “revolutionary.” The title of the blog is, of course, a joke since most of ideological lines of the so-called “Left” are so unscientific that they might as well be, and often are, “pick-up lines.”
ZAPAGRINGO is a blog by RJ Maccani, who sounds like a righteous d00d. His (?) blog documents the continuing relevance and global effects of the Zapatista uprising of 1994, a revolt by some of the poorest, most oppressed sectors of Mexican society, whose struggles continue and whose determination continues to inspire creative resistance everywhere.
Dreaming Neon Black is authored by a dirty! rotten! lousy! stinking! communist. Workers are constantly fighting back on his blog, and so I would encourage Adam to post as often as possible, as quite frankly, I’m getting a little impatient for the social revolution.
So… that’s a bakers’ dozen of blogginess.
And I still got several hundred more bookmarks to wade through.
Anyway, here’s a song for all the lawyers and all the cops out there. Where would we be without them?
God save your majesty!
I thank you, good people—there shall be no money; all shall eat
and drink on my score, and I will apparel them all in one livery,
that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Nay, that I mean to do.
Henry The Sixth, Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2