The class war begins in the desecration of our ancestors: millions
of people going to their graves as failures, forever denied the
experience of a full human existence, their being was simply
canceled out. The violence of the bourgeoisie's appropriation of
the world of work becomes the structure that dominates our
existence. As our parents die, we can say truly that their lives
were for nothing, that the black earth is thrown down onto
them blacks out our sky.
I had a rather large post ready to go about the LA bookfair, but blogspot fucked up and deleted it. I'll be trying to post up some new things on here in the next few days.