Comrade Rafa's Indignant Semi-Propaganda

I'm back, for now

2006-06-29T16:42:00.000-04:00

Well, hello, everybody. I am perfectly aware that I haven't written here in about an eon, but I will attempt to right that wrong from here on out. Let's see, what's new? Pues, I may have mentioned this before (and am too lazy to check) but sometime in May before hell in a box (school) ended, we all took an un-godlily moronic test/assesment in English. Lo siento, I meant LA. We don't say English, because we need to appreciate all cultures, yet somehow all the authors we read are American...

Anyway, my horror of a former English teacher (a woman, who, despite saying she speaks español, prounounces el Che's surname roughly as gooay-vah-hrrrrahhgh) gave us the above mentioned test. Its subject, I do believe, was The Elements of Poetry. To make a long story short, I went crazy, didn't put my real name on the thing, and wrote all sorts of Communist slogans on the paper. Nothing was ever said to me about it. Which is actually too bad, because I was hoping to be sent to the social worker, explain my cause, and get a few other rightous rebellious teens to join me. It didn't happen.

Also, I bought a pair of totally un-necessary and materialistic socks that say CCCP and 'Better Red than dead' on them, which I like, greatly. Lately, I have been quite busy with my summer job, teaching little kids to swim. I work at a Community Services daycamp in one of the yuppiest communities around. The kids are nice and cute, but some of their parents are crazy. Apparently, in summers past parents have called to complain about things ranging from why their kid is only in level 2 after having taken private lessons to why we let their kid use Gojo brand soap when we should know he is freaked out by the smell. Seriously. Anyway, es que, I interviewed for this job in a black t-shirt with el Che on it, and they still gave me the job. Por eso, I am surprised. Also, I keep accidently speaking Spanish.

I'm sorry about the lack of political nature in this post, but I'm been saying 'Nice job Olivia, but remember to keep those elbows up!' and 'Okay, now we're going to float on our tummies!' all day. I just don't have it in me to make a witty observation right now. Let's just give the government a time out.

-Comrade Rafa

Who will fix the U.S.?

2006-04-11T15:45:00.000-04:00

Today in Social Studies, where we are busily pretending to be the Legislature, I think I officially went bonkers. Seriously. I got so *expletive of some kind* mad that I actually cried. At lunch, I spent a lot of time yelling ('And then Bush and his pals are the ones who get the tax breaks! What is wrong with this country? We need to fix the U.S.!') and then went to go and talk to my teacher who had told me I cam now a Special Prosecutor. Yay. Well, it's nt as good as resigning, which I wanted to do, but good enough. I'm going to invent my own expletive.

The New American Revolution

2006-04-10T16:28:00.000-04:00

Something inside me has escaped the cynicism and negativity and still gets really excited every time I think of the possibility of a New American Socialist Revolution. I mean it, I think this country can work as a socialist state. That being said, I don't really believe that it will happen too soon, or that we will be a full-out Communist country, but the next presidential election will bring some big changes. For one thing, if we elect Hillary Clinton, the US will have universal healthcare, I do believe. Hasta la revolucion, siempre. (Sorry for the lack of accent on the o. I'm typing on an idiot Windows.)

2006-04-09T10:56:00.001-04:00

2006-04-09T10:56:00.000-04:00

Capitalism sucks lollipops.

2006-04-09T10:00:00.000-04:00

If you know me, you know just how well I get along with the US Government. Which is to say the National Guard once pointed their satellite surveillance (sorry for the spelling) dish at my Algebra classroom, and ducked when I looked at them. This was in 7th grade.

Basically, this first post is for telling about me a little and why I'm writing a blog. Ok, here's what you need to know: I am a communist. A communist teen. This is a communist teen's blog. Deal with it, righties. A lot of what I will be doing on this site is exercising my rights. Because if the US is going to give me these rights, they had better know what they are in for.

All throughout my school years, I've encountered teachers and students and textbooks that were all telling me "Communism is bad. Fear the commies." It's anybody's guess why I turned out how I did. Ideally, I'd be a little capitalist planning to grow up and exploit people with my corporation, and here I am, communist with a Che beret and a comic called Aunt Ella's Exciting Tales for Discouraged Young Revolutionaries. (Featuring: Comrade Rafa's Hopeful Rantings and Indignant
Proclamations, and Uncle Twisty Quotes the Greats. If you live near me, you will see it soon. I promise.)

But now, to the story that goes with the title of this post. The other day, when a friend and I sat backstage during a performance of our school musical, we contemplated an interesting scenario. What if, I said, I wore a t-shirt that said 'Capitalism Sucks' in front of Mrs. Laber? Mrs. Laber is a notoriously conservative teacher who has a 0% likelihod of reading this post, and in front of whom I am constantly accidently be socialist and getting looks from. After I posed this question, we decided that it would go as follows:

Mrs. Laber: I hope you mean it sucks milkshakes. Or lollipops.
Comrade Rafa: Dang, I screwed up again, didn't I?
ML: Yes, capitalism definitely sucks lollipops.
CR: Um, sure. I'm uh, going now.
ML: That star on your beret is an American star, right?
CR: Pues...
ML: You know how I feel about Venzuelia. (She really does say Venezuelia.)

The next day, she would come to school wearing a sweater embroidered with the words 'Capitalism Sucks Lollipops' and little lollipops, milkshakes, pumpkins, and kittens. And it would be glittery, and all the kids she teaches (6th graders, this year) would love it. And then I would walk be the classroom in my hat and they'd all yell "Capitalism sucks lollipops! Yay!"