Dissident coasters
I think this is the night I'll throw away the copy of the Maoist Internationalist Movement Notes that's on my end table. I have this scene that fills the spaces between Asian subtitled independent films and episodes of King of the Hill where the FBI, ATF, Secret Service or Coast Guard storm into my house. I have no idea why. When I tell them that I was only using the MIM newsletter as a coaster, they don't buy it - despite the half-eaten rangoon covering Vladimir Putin's face. So out it goes.
I was given the copy of Notes by a co-worker who discovered it on his windshield after a night class. He brought it into me as a tribute to the day a few years back when he signed me up on-line for both the Communist Party USA and the Libertarian Party. For at least a year I received mailings from both. At work. The Communists won as far as volume mailed.
During this time, I got a call from someone trying to start a local chapter of the CPUSA here in Nashville. At work. I was away from my desk, so I had the luxury of hearing what he had to say without engagement. He was planning a meeting at a Shoney's for people interested in joining. I would know the group's table by a hat in the middle of it. I don't know why he couldn't have just arranged a sign next to the salad bar that said "Communist Party USA. Welcome Nashville Comrades." I didn't go.
The baby board at work is missing. This is where photographs of employee's newborns are posted upon their arrival. A thorough investigation is underway. The Korean cleaning lady told me that the company's facility manager called her company owner and asked if they had seen it. I doubt his call was at all accusatory. Just part of a routine investigation, I'm sure. Still, I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling. I imagine telling him - with as straight a face as I can muster - that she's probably a North Korean spy and affiliated with the Nashville Chapter of the Communist Party USA. At a chapeaued table in the Music Row Shoney's they made their plans and those plans included the acquisition of our company's baby board.
Matters of intelligence are often convoluted.
I think this is the night I'll throw away the copy of the Maoist Internationalist Movement Notes that's on my end table. I have this scene that fills the spaces between Asian subtitled independent films and episodes of King of the Hill where the FBI, ATF, Secret Service or Coast Guard storm into my house. I have no idea why. When I tell them that I was only using the MIM newsletter as a coaster, they don't buy it - despite the half-eaten rangoon covering Vladimir Putin's face. So out it goes.
I was given the copy of Notes by a co-worker who discovered it on his windshield after a night class. He brought it into me as a tribute to the day a few years back when he signed me up on-line for both the Communist Party USA and the Libertarian Party. For at least a year I received mailings from both. At work. The Communists won as far as volume mailed.
During this time, I got a call from someone trying to start a local chapter of the CPUSA here in Nashville. At work. I was away from my desk, so I had the luxury of hearing what he had to say without engagement. He was planning a meeting at a Shoney's for people interested in joining. I would know the group's table by a hat in the middle of it. I don't know why he couldn't have just arranged a sign next to the salad bar that said "Communist Party USA. Welcome Nashville Comrades." I didn't go.
The baby board at work is missing. This is where photographs of employee's newborns are posted upon their arrival. A thorough investigation is underway. The Korean cleaning lady told me that the company's facility manager called her company owner and asked if they had seen it. I doubt his call was at all accusatory. Just part of a routine investigation, I'm sure. Still, I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling. I imagine telling him - with as straight a face as I can muster - that she's probably a North Korean spy and affiliated with the Nashville Chapter of the Communist Party USA. At a chapeaued table in the Music Row Shoney's they made their plans and those plans included the acquisition of our company's baby board.
Matters of intelligence are often convoluted.
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