If I don’t work I will be fired! Being low wage workers affected by this we stand in solidarity with our sisters and brothers and seek real revolutionary change.

Posted: January 26, 2015 in Call to Action, for your reflection, From us to you

Many thanks to John O McDevitt for making us angry and full of our good revolutionary push. Where is punkpink when one needs a bit of pink.

Retweeted AFL-CIO (@AFLCIO):

RT @Demos_Org: “My boss is making me work tonight and tomorrow night. If I didn’t go in, I would lose my job.”

Maids, caregivers, janitors and drug store clerks make their way to work as public transit shuts down
A statement from Furbirds. To all assholes who are praising Mother Nature to satisfy their own amusement.
*To all of you who think it’s grand that a blizzard is whiping its way through this area. All of you who are thanking Mother Nature can go and drop a load of blizzard in your pants. All you who sit around raising a glass for your artistic class. We here can only work for the day when this end of the working class work together towards the day when we can turn you over along with the capitalist pigs, the 1%, the phony, the ridiculous, the artsy, the piglets and lovers of this system. Sound the alarm we are after the superficial. Yes it’s true, and we hope that you will get it that if we don’t work we will be fired. Take a walk down Park Street or any street in Hartford tomorrow morning and you will see workers struggling damn hard to get to work. Wage slaves you may say in your superior attitudes, but with us you can’t play that game, don’t even try that. We have learned over and over that most folks, even well-meaning ones can’t even begin to understand half of it. No not even a part of this working class life down below the ladder. Let’s look at it as more fodder for the canon of revolt.
Strange Hartford Tradition.   Sound the alarm we are after the superficial!
One restaurant here in downtown prides itself in staying open during snow storms. I wonder if the workers when they are hired are told that that is a tradition at this restaurant? Do the workers really want to stay? Would they rather be home enjoying themselves safe with their families but are afraid of losing their jobs? Are they a bunch of well trained pets? “Please bossie, please bossie, we love to please bossie? Give us a treat.”  Do they think that its exciting to be in a restaurant all the while others are home sitting by the fire? Now let’s see if these workers will come to the defense of boss man owner. We will stand by our words if they do. Let the workers go home. Stop the hanging over the workers heads this phony idea of solidarity with each other in service with the boss and the restaurant. This is one of the worse cases of playing lick the boss that we have heard about lately. Stop this silly tradition before one of the downtown dim wits gets too cocked and falls in a snowbank, gets chopped around by a plow and found in frozen stiff pieces the next morning.
What’s getting your goat?
Tonight we read a call out to folks on the Hartford Downtown Dwellers site to “come on out and lets visit in a restaurant.” Nice, party time, but only two of those folks on that thread even thought about the workers that they were holding at their jobs by being present in that restaurant, when everyone else had fled the city. Oh, we all live downtown we can walk there and get by the governor closing the roads not even giving a hoot that Shirley the waitress had to get home to the next town over. We all know how these small time bourgeoisie restaurant owners can be when it comes to customers especially when it is those who they think they are the artistic intelligentsia, who dazzled by their grooviness.
But what gets us beyond all of our own politicks is the fact that these folks really have no politics concerning this end of the working class as they think only of their own superficial indulgences and the indulgences of others in their superficial class. Yes, sound the alarm we are after the superficial! But to be fair and honest here we can’t say if the workers were being held against their will, or the owner had let the workers go home and he was keeping the campfire burning or maybe they have developed a real social conscience and say, “Hey folks around these parts, the white middle class, the groovy, the arty, the dwellers have to eat, they are hungry so we will stay opened and feed the perfumed classes.” Bossy, and the staff all can stay somewhere downtown. Got an apartment to lend us restaurant workers? Come on let’s give these folks a break, you the perfumed classes can certainly give up being served for one day and have your little get together s at home. We will leave wondering if you all are so needy that you even need each other during a blizzard? Don’t you have anything else you can do besides exchanging storm stories.
Even the local news media got in on the act. Dear old mommy sounding, pat your little head, give me a hug and all will be okay, kiss, Denise when talking about this restaurant fondly remembered when two years ago there was a blizzard and it was the only place to eat in town. All we can say to that is, can you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Yeah we are a bit teed off and this article pushed us over the edge.
“I thought of oceans vast oceans that are between us all. Most folks reading this, if I have any readers left among the middle class, the elites, the arts class and the intelligentsia, would never begin to understand why some of us would never appeal, bribe, or try to impress the snow gods for snow ass deep to the elephant. Why some of us have to go to work, why some of us have to depend on the city transit to get to work and when that bus doesn’t run we have to walk.  Most of us no work no pay, no work, the threat of being fired and all the liberal bull shit that reformers pass as law doesn’t help us one bit. OFF the Liberal Reformers, I am pissed today! I better not even get started on their crumbs of $10.10 raise in the minimum wage over the next 3 years.”

“I remember the last big storm, folks were walking up and down Park Street to go to work. When I got downtown there we were, working poor Blacks, Puerto Ricans, and whites all going to work. Same this time around, same as always in these early morning snowy hours. So we don’t appeal, bribe, or try to impress  the snow god for more snow and then some just so we don’t have to go to work or so we can slide down a hill in the name of so called art. No this isn’t funny nor is it fun. Your fun is not our fun. Your priorities are not ours. Your gods not mine or hers.

“You know I suddenly saw it all just a bit more clearly this morning as I stayed there with Jose. These elitists, these art folks, these so far removed with their bread and circuses are not my kind of gals or guys. You know one thing we can learn from revolutions past is that the elitists, the intelligentsia, the arts class were marched in line to the guillotine, were shot on the spot, were denounced and sent out to the fields to pull the plow. Yes when it comes right down to it, these folks are no better than the ruling class as they are willing tools.

  1. Thanks Jimmy. That means a lot to use as we go out on the limb. We can only hope that folks will think about this and then take action. But in my life I have seen that most folks don’t think about the people as we say are below the ladder and every time they try to get a footing are knocked down some more. I have a great deal of hope within this group that a revolutionary force can develop and that force can put an end to such nonsense. We have always maintained that nothing in this whole process of revolutionary change is petty, small or insignificant.

    We know we are not the best writers out there with our style of art writing but we try hard with it not be succumb to the bourgeoisie style of slickness and ackcademickkk writing which we believe are just tools of the ruling class to keep us in line. I once had a “revolutionary written article”, won’t say who produced it among the forces in Hartford and showed it around to some of the folks it was hoping to address and most just blankly look and said, “What the fuck are they saying here?” One thing we do know we do not make friends writing these articles with the perfumed classes or their handlers and we say all together SO BE IT.

  2. Susan Muller says:

    Okay so what are you saying? No businesses should be opened? How about the men who plow the streets where can they eat if the local restaurant isn’t open? Where can I get gas if the gas station isn’t open? How about the bread and milk I forgot to get on my way home from work? I should be able to go out and get a drink with my friends with out you trying to lay down your own version of Sharia law. All of these business are essential operations and are needed during a storm.

  3. furbirdsqueerly says:


    Go back and read the article and maybe then it will become clearer to you. First the article is talking about low wage workers being forced to work during weather conditions like we experienced this week or workers being made to feel like they have to please the boss and work when he asks them to even if the conditions are unsafe outside and they would rather be home with their family. We are also talking about folks whom one would expect to have form some type of political consciousness and would see that if they go out and hang in a restaurant then that only serves to encourage the bourgeois shop keepers to stay open and hold their employees there all the while making them feel as though they are doing a great service to folks who may want to eat out even in blizzard conditions. We find this to be some of the biggest bull shit to come along in a long time in these types of social interactions.

    Now on to your questions about the men who do the plowing. Break time, time to eat I would propose that each town and city make arrangements to have food at the plowing compound along with coffee, warm clothing, beds, and anything else that people would need while working the plows. This should be a given. There should be no need to stop and eat at a local restaurant.

    You gas problem is due to your own foolishness. You knew in advance that there was a storm coming, get prepared. You would be the type of person that if a major disaster hit us we would have to stop for you because you forgot to put on your walking shoes and came out in heels. Get with it. It’s a major storm. Fill up on gas for everything you need to run. Stop being stupid when things like storms etc. are coming and happening.

    Bread and milk. Cut the shit you are acting like a fucking troll. You can go without bread and milk for one day. In fact it most likely would do you a world of good.

    A drink with your friends. Reread our line about the superficial.

    Nothing that you mentioned is essential. The hospital is, the ambulance crews are, the police, rescue crews and fire responders, Security officers, plow people, the folks that really matter in conditions as these and would most likely all say, Susan you are in the way go home and stay there.

    You got us on Sharia law. Maybe we will do a blog piece on our own version and make some up as we go along.