We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
A lot of people seem to think that a strike is some kind of, like, protest, like the fucking Women’s March or some shit. It’s not. A strike is a form of economic warfare by the working class against the employing class. It’s not to shame the company or make them respect their workers, it’s to beat the company into submission and force it to grant the workers what is already theirs by right.
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want to be happy in 2019
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