Remember the Working class? Those hard toiling, repressed masses that were supposed to rise up and overthrow their top-hatted Mr. Monopoly slave masters in a Glorious Revolution of the Proletariat? Arise, ye trodden masses and all that? Somewhere along the road that is the history of progressive movements deriving from the mind of Hegel, the Workers of the World seem to have gone the way of the buffalo. Where once great herds of organized workers covered the industrial earth, today only consumers and interest groups graze the denuded plains. Today the majority of people you meet would never identify themselves as "workers." Today we know them as Employees. Or "Consumers" and occasionally as "voters". But never Workers.
|The last stand of the mimeograph machine.|
|Lenin advising the stockbrokers.|
|Lard bread: Hello Lipitor!|
|Pig knuckle ham: meaty chunks of greasy goodness!|
|The Workers Party: Still searching for meaning.|
|Are we attractive yet?|
Yes, that's right. Hugo Chavez and... Bashir Assad. Somebody sat down and decided that the butcher of Syria would be a great poster boy for a Hungarian celebration. And you wonder why the progressive world looks at Hungary and weeps?