There are socialists all over Melbourne. Some people might have a problem with this, but not me: they provide a valuable niche industry for people who don't mind selling propaganda written by others, and an important service for people who like reading propaganda written by others.
These are some photos of an old dude who sells the Green Left Weekly in Coburg on the weekends. What he does for the rest of the week, I don't know. Maybe conspire to overthrow the Bush regime, or resurrect Che, or something.
"Instead of funding a rapacious multinational corporation that grinds its competitors into the dust, why not fund a rapacious multinational political organisation that grinds its supporters into the dust?"
"Can I interest you in a Watchtow... oh, sorry, wrong religion."
"Hey brother, let's defeat capitalism by participating in it!"
Socialism: giving the youth of today something to be apathetic about.
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4 comments:
I really quite love old people who go out into the streets and sell things because they have passion for an idea. Beats my detached passionless cynicism.
Still, if I came across one selling Holocaust denial material or Fascist propaganda I'd probably kick him in the nuts. That probably makes me a nasty evil communist or something.
Yeah, I suspect this old guy would be quite cool to speak to. Maybe I'll buy him a coffee some time or something, though I would have huge problems with the organisation he represents.
But he is evil, though. When I went to take a picture of him, my camera died on me, and I had to get more batteries.
Defination of "oxymoron"
Someone wearing a che t shirt at a Rolling Stones concert. Highest money making tour of all time, woefully expensive tickets...
Oh and there were many, not just one.
A friend of mine went to that concert. Got a two hundred and fifty ticket for the price of one hundred and fifty from an, er, less than respectable vendor.
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