Check this out. It was circulating on my Facebook newsfeed this morning, and I thought it merited reposting here for the benefit of all of you. Other than the Columbia joke - too soon? - and the fact that they misspelled "Caesar", it makes for a pretty enjoyable few minutes.
Abrazos,
GME
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
The French Revolution - Meh.
Alright, if you know me, you know that I HATE the French Revolution. You also know that I had to take a 19th Century European class in which I realized that not only do I hate European history, I hate France too. The following semester I had to study the historical methodology of the French Revolution. I will be happy if I never have to learn about that damn revolution again. YOU CAN'T APPLY ROUSSEAU TO REAL LIFE, PEOPLE! Also, the Declaration of the Rights of Man?! Ridiculous. And Unrealistic. And Evil. Technically I'm only referring to one small phrase that says "Law is the expression of the general will" which really pisses me off. It sounds like law will be made by the majority opinion, right? WRONG. It means that every one of the delightfully enlightened people that set about making laws will all come to the same conclusion, and that will be the right conclusion. Good luck with that.
ANYWAY, imagine my disappointment when I saw that the latest vlogbrothers video is all about the French Revolution. However, since this is a history blog, and I am all for educating people about history, this is a pretty good video that you should watch.
Love and Latin American Communism,
AGW
ANYWAY, imagine my disappointment when I saw that the latest vlogbrothers video is all about the French Revolution. However, since this is a history blog, and I am all for educating people about history, this is a pretty good video that you should watch.
Love and Latin American Communism,
AGW
Monday, November 1, 2010
Halloween!
So, I was Che for Halloween. Go figure. Here are some pictures:
On a slightly different note, my history professor had us dress up (NOT on Halloween) as various senior officials from the Lyndon B. Johnson administration and call him Mr. President. I am dressed at Dean Rusk, and Grace is Bill Bundy:
Love and Communism,
AGW
On a slightly different note, my history professor had us dress up (NOT on Halloween) as various senior officials from the Lyndon B. Johnson administration and call him Mr. President. I am dressed at Dean Rusk, and Grace is Bill Bundy:
Love and Communism,
AGW
Say What?!
If you only want to hear the funny historical part, start the video at 2:32ish and watch until 3:03.
It's also just a good video, because the vlogbrothers are amazing. If you don't know who they are, you should find out.
Love, Communism, and DFTBA
AGW
It's also just a good video, because the vlogbrothers are amazing. If you don't know who they are, you should find out.
Love, Communism, and DFTBA
AGW
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
A Lunchtime Treat.
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¡Viva la patria!
GME
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Marx on India
So you know that one dude, the one who was like, "UHHH GUYS Industrialization really sucks for people who have to work in factories and stuff, so I'm gonna write them a manifesto about the history of dialectic oppression in Europe to substantiate the need for a proletarian revolution"??Yeah, I think he was called Karl Marx, and since then, he's been pretty influential on economics, politics and the world in general.
So for my political theory class, we're reading his articles on India and China, which are really interesting, because despite what you'd think, HE'S JUST LIKE RACIST LIBERALS LIKE J.S. MILL, EDMUND BURKE AND ALEXIS DE TOCQUEVILLE. Who'da thunk?
The only difference? When Marx writes, "Uhh so like guyys, I think it really sux how barbaric Indians are, you know, just sittin' in their little villages, stagnating with their lack of cooperation, communication or active interest in politics, you know, they're just like a bunch of half-savages with no history to speak of," he concludes this thought slightly differently than those damn bourgeois liberals.
His conclusion: "So yeah I mean, capitalism is really terrible in Europe, cuz it's like keepin' all the poor proles down and preventing them from having an economically sound and intellectually full life, ya know, being all alienated from their labor and stuff, but I guess it's kinda a necessary evil on the road to proletarian revolution, and like communism or something cool like that. At least it beats being Indian." *~*~* YAY FOR RACIST ECONOMISTS *~*~*
SLR out.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Fidel's Inner Circle
Here's a dream that I had a little while ago in which I was in Fidel Castro's inner circle.
It started with Fidel giving a speech to his men. I and some other people he was close to were in a room right behind the stage. During the speech he started talking about one of his fallen comrades with whom he had been very close. He started getting emotional, but since he was all machismo, he didn't want his men to see him get emotional, and so he came into the back room and proceeded to yell the speech from behind the wall. It was pretty crazy seeing Fidel Castro in tears, seemingly vulnerable, and yet still inspiring power and awe. The men and I in the back room just stood there watching him.
After the speech, Fidel took me and one of his body guards down some narrow corridors and stairways into an empty room. Fidel had me watch as his body guard put a glass and metal cylinder filled with a clear liquid into a tube in the wall that would take the cylinder even farther underground. I asked if the liquid was Uranium, and Fidel said yes. As I was in Fidel's inner circle, I didn't want to ask him WHY he had Uranium. When he showed me another view of the tube, and I saw that the cylinder was hitting the sides quite violently as it went down. I decided to at least determine if I was in danger of blowing up. I asked him if the Uranium was stable, and he said that it was. It was as safe as tossing 16 pennies down the tube.
When Fidel and I turned around we realized that the body guard had disappeared. At that moment we realized that he was an informant and was going to betray us. There were two doors leading out of the room. I thought to myself, "I remember reading about this! If I can only remember which door he went through, then we can catch him before he can tell anyone about where we are and what we are doing!" Fidel opened the door to the staircase and started shooting up the staircase. On the wall, near the top of the staircase, I saw the shadow of a woman. I shouted, "Fidel! No!! It's not him!" Watching him shoot at the woman was like watching something on the history channel (not that I ever actually watch the history channel!). Images of the events that would follow flashed before my eyes, transparent picture layered on transparent picture. I was helplessly watching the first event that initiated the downward spiral of Fidel's power - it all started with the accidental murder of this woman.
The dream then jumped to a point after Fidel had fallen. There were only the faithful few left. I was to go to a cafe and meet with a man who would help me with my next assignment. I was to travel to a different country and continue the fight there.
Love and Communism,
AGW
It started with Fidel giving a speech to his men. I and some other people he was close to were in a room right behind the stage. During the speech he started talking about one of his fallen comrades with whom he had been very close. He started getting emotional, but since he was all machismo, he didn't want his men to see him get emotional, and so he came into the back room and proceeded to yell the speech from behind the wall. It was pretty crazy seeing Fidel Castro in tears, seemingly vulnerable, and yet still inspiring power and awe. The men and I in the back room just stood there watching him.
After the speech, Fidel took me and one of his body guards down some narrow corridors and stairways into an empty room. Fidel had me watch as his body guard put a glass and metal cylinder filled with a clear liquid into a tube in the wall that would take the cylinder even farther underground. I asked if the liquid was Uranium, and Fidel said yes. As I was in Fidel's inner circle, I didn't want to ask him WHY he had Uranium. When he showed me another view of the tube, and I saw that the cylinder was hitting the sides quite violently as it went down. I decided to at least determine if I was in danger of blowing up. I asked him if the Uranium was stable, and he said that it was. It was as safe as tossing 16 pennies down the tube.
When Fidel and I turned around we realized that the body guard had disappeared. At that moment we realized that he was an informant and was going to betray us. There were two doors leading out of the room. I thought to myself, "I remember reading about this! If I can only remember which door he went through, then we can catch him before he can tell anyone about where we are and what we are doing!" Fidel opened the door to the staircase and started shooting up the staircase. On the wall, near the top of the staircase, I saw the shadow of a woman. I shouted, "Fidel! No!! It's not him!" Watching him shoot at the woman was like watching something on the history channel (not that I ever actually watch the history channel!). Images of the events that would follow flashed before my eyes, transparent picture layered on transparent picture. I was helplessly watching the first event that initiated the downward spiral of Fidel's power - it all started with the accidental murder of this woman.
The dream then jumped to a point after Fidel had fallen. There were only the faithful few left. I was to go to a cafe and meet with a man who would help me with my next assignment. I was to travel to a different country and continue the fight there.
Love and Communism,
AGW
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