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  1. Newsom says Democratic Party is aligned with DSA on Medicare for All

    Newsom called out for refusing to distance from DSA Fox News contributor Joe Concha reacts to the first-ever…
    #NewsBeep #News #Headlines #democratic-party #Elections #GavinNewsom #Politics #riseofsocialism #socialism #UnitedStates #Us #USA #woke
    newsbeep.com/723916/

  2. "Socialists ignore the side of man that is the spirit. They can provide shelter, fill your belly with bacon and beans, treat you when you are ill, all the things that are guaranteed to a prisoner or a slave. They don’t understand that we dream – yes even of some time owning a yacht."
    -- Ronald Reagan
    #yachts #socialism #conservatism

  3. "The League" (short story):
    I don't know when it happened. All days and nights feel like the exact same, so time for me is confusing. I just woke up here one morning.

    Inside this cage, you can't really talk. Privacy is nonexistent. We only communicate by using our hands and gestures. And sometimes thru sarcasm. We don't want to be punished, and we treasure silence. Noises don't let us know what the guys outside are whispering.

    I realized not long ago that the guards outside are just mannequins though. But that can only mean the spies are among us. I doubt they'd ever hesitate to tell on us. That's why we can't trust nobody inside the cage. I have no friends. The whispers we hear come from very modern sound systems, installed on top of the cage.

    Sometimes we eat, maybe once a week. And if we need to go to the bathroom, we do it inside the cage, with everybody looking. Yet, it's been a while since people saw me there: we have developed some implicit codes, which make us look away when people do it. That doesn't include eating tho. Eating while others starve and beg with their eyes take all pleasure away.

    The only way to earn the food is by playing in what we called "the league". Every week, white pieces of paper fall inside the cage with some instructions. They're limited in number tho, so you must fight others to read one first.

    After reading them and yelling "I got it", there's no way back. You must finish the task, it does not matter what it is, and if someone fought you they might feel lucky about losing once in a while, since some tasks are humiliating.

    But that's the only way we can get food. Some tasks are nice, easy, but you'll only get two tiny tasteless pieces of "super bread" for them. It's always humiliating in one way or another. We just try to make things the least terrible here.

    I have seen people who were good friends in the past fight for a piece of paper, then get mad at each other because one won the fight yet the other laughs due to the contents of the note. I've also seen people throw notes away after winning, because they ate well last time and the new task would give them bad food.

    Sometimes, I remember what this circus was like before the cage. Sometimes, even after all these years, I remember the names we called similar tasks. Sometimes, I have dreams in which I'm reading one on a screen, but there was no one I could fight to take it, even though I would. In the old days, enough money could buy me any food I wanted, and all I had to do was to press a button and wait.

    We used to call it "applying". The button used to say "send CV". The tasks were performed every day for months. Whoever did a specific task had a special name, a "profession". Yet, I remember we all looked different: fat, palid.

    What? Do you mind if I tell you what I can remember? Oh, you've got a batch under this... NO! HELP! Hey everybody, look! A paper! I got food in here! HELP ME! Don't let this son of a... Let me go! You need that much backup for just me, coward? Somebody help me! I don't want to become super bread! Please, anybody!

    #capitalism #socialism #jobmarket #jobs #jobsearch #america #economy #politics #venezuela #storytelling #story #horrorbooks #horror #entertainment #writer #art #poetry

  4. "The League" (short story):
    I don't know when it happened. All days and nights feel like the exact same, so time for me is confusing. I just woke up here one morning.

    Inside this cage, you can't really talk. Privacy is nonexistent. We only communicate by using our hands and gestures. And sometimes thru sarcasm. We don't want to be punished, and we treasure silence. Noises don't let us know what the guys outside are whispering.

    I realized not long ago that the guards outside are just mannequins though. But that can only mean the spies are among us. I doubt they'd ever hesitate to tell on us. That's why we can't trust nobody inside the cage. I have no friends. The whispers we hear come from very modern sound systems, installed on top of the cage.

    Sometimes we eat, maybe once a week. And if we need to go to the bathroom, we do it inside the cage, with everybody looking. Yet, it's been a while since people saw me there: we have developed some implicit codes, which make us look away when people do it. That doesn't include eating tho. Eating while others starve and beg with their eyes take all pleasure away.

    The only way to earn the food is by playing in what we called "the league". Every week, white pieces of paper fall inside the cage with some instructions. They're limited in number tho, so you must fight others to read one first.

    After reading them and yelling "I got it", there's no way back. You must finish the task, it does not matter what it is, and if someone fought you they might feel lucky about losing once in a while, since some tasks are humiliating.

    But that's the only way we can get food. Some tasks are nice, easy, but you'll only get two tiny tasteless pieces of "super bread" for them. It's always humiliating in one way or another. We just try to make things the least terrible here.

    I have seen people who were good friends in the past fight for a piece of paper, then get mad at each other because one won the fight yet the other laughs due to the contents of the note. I've also seen people throw notes away after winning, because they ate well last time and the new task would give them bad food.

    Sometimes, I remember what this circus was like before the cage. Sometimes, even after all these years, I remember the names we called similar tasks. Sometimes, I have dreams in which I'm reading one on a screen, but there was no one I could fight to take it, even though I would. In the old days, enough money could buy me any food I wanted, and all I had to do was to press a button and wait.

    We used to call it "applying". The button used to say "send CV". The tasks were performed every day for months. Whoever did a specific task had a special name, a "profession". Yet, I remember we all looked different: fat, palid.

    What? Do you mind if I tell you what I can remember? Oh, you've got a batch under this... NO! HELP! Hey everybody, look! A paper! I got food in here! HELP ME! Don't let this son of a... Let me go! You need that much backup for just me, coward? Somebody help me! I don't want to become super bread! Please, anybody!

    #capitalism #socialism #jobmarket #jobs #jobsearch #america #economy #politics #venezuela #storytelling #story #horrorbooks #horror #entertainment #writer #art #poetry

  5. "The League" (short story):
    I don't know when it happened. All days and nights feel like the exact same, so time for me is confusing. I just woke up here one morning.

    Inside this cage, you can't really talk. Privacy is nonexistent. We only communicate by using our hands and gestures. And sometimes thru sarcasm. We don't want to be punished, and we treasure silence. Noises don't let us know what the guys outside are whispering.

    I realized not long ago that the guards outside are just mannequins though. But that can only mean the spies are among us. I doubt they'd ever hesitate to tell on us. That's why we can't trust nobody inside the cage. I have no friends. The whispers we hear come from very modern sound systems, installed on top of the cage.

    Sometimes we eat, maybe once a week. And if we need to go to the bathroom, we do it inside the cage, with everybody looking. Yet, it's been a while since people saw me there: we have developed some implicit codes, which make us look away when people do it. That doesn't include eating tho. Eating while others starve and beg with their eyes take all pleasure away.

    The only way to earn the food is by playing in what we called "the league". Every week, white pieces of paper fall inside the cage with some instructions. They're limited in number tho, so you must fight others to read one first.

    After reading them and yelling "I got it", there's no way back. You must finish the task, it does not matter what it is, and if someone fought you they might feel lucky about losing once in a while, since some tasks are humiliating.

    But that's the only way we can get food. Some tasks are nice, easy, but you'll only get two tiny tasteless pieces of "super bread" for them. It's always humiliating in one way or another. We just try to make things the least terrible here.

    I have seen people who were good friends in the past fight for a piece of paper, then get mad at each other because one won the fight yet the other laughs due to the contents of the note. I've also seen people throw notes away after winning, because they ate well last time and the new task would give them bad food.

    Sometimes, I remember what this circus was like before the cage. Sometimes, even after all these years, I remember the names we called similar tasks. Sometimes, I have dreams in which I'm reading one on a screen, but there was no one I could fight to take it, even though I would. In the old days, enough money could buy me any food I wanted, and all I had to do was to press a button and wait.

    We used to call it "applying". The button used to say "send CV". The tasks were performed every day for months. Whoever did a specific task had a special name, a "profession". Yet, I remember we all looked different: fat, palid.

    What? Do you mind if I tell you what I can remember? Oh, you've got a batch under this... NO! HELP! Hey everybody, look! A paper! I got food in here! HELP ME! Don't let this son of a... Let me go! You need that much backup for just me, coward? Somebody help me! I don't want to become super bread! Please, anybody!

    #capitalism #socialism #jobmarket #jobs #jobsearch #america #economy #politics #venezuela #storytelling #story #horrorbooks #horror #entertainment #writer #art #poetry

  6. "The League" (short story):
    I don't know when it happened. All days and nights feel like the exact same, so time for me is confusing. I just woke up here one morning.

    Inside this cage, you can't really talk. Privacy is nonexistent. We only communicate by using our hands and gestures. And sometimes thru sarcasm. We don't want to be punished, and we treasure silence. Noises don't let us know what the guys outside are whispering.

    I realized not long ago that the guards outside are just mannequins though. But that can only mean the spies are among us. I doubt they'd ever hesitate to tell on us. That's why we can't trust nobody inside the cage. I have no friends. The whispers we hear come from very modern sound systems, installed on top of the cage.

    Sometimes we eat, maybe once a week. And if we need to go to the bathroom, we do it inside the cage, with everybody looking. Yet, it's been a while since people saw me there: we have developed some implicit codes, which make us look away when people do it. That doesn't include eating tho. Eating while others starve and beg with their eyes take all pleasure away.

    The only way to earn the food is by playing in what we called "the league". Every week, white pieces of paper fall inside the cage with some instructions. They're limited in number tho, so you must fight others to read one first.

    After reading them and yelling "I got it", there's no way back. You must finish the task, it does not matter what it is, and if someone fought you they might feel lucky about losing once in a while, since some tasks are humiliating.

    But that's the only way we can get food. Some tasks are nice, easy, but you'll only get two tiny tasteless pieces of "super bread" for them. It's always humiliating in one way or another. We just try to make things the least terrible here.

    I have seen people who were good friends in the past fight for a piece of paper, then get mad at each other because one won the fight yet the other laughs due to the contents of the note. I've also seen people throw notes away after winning, because they ate well last time and the new task would give them bad food.

    Sometimes, I remember what this circus was like before the cage. Sometimes, even after all these years, I remember the names we called similar tasks. Sometimes, I have dreams in which I'm reading one on a screen, but there was no one I could fight to take it, even though I would. In the old days, enough money could buy me any food I wanted, and all I had to do was to press a button and wait.

    We used to call it "applying". The button used to say "send CV". The tasks were performed every day for months. Whoever did a specific task had a special name, a "profession". Yet, I remember we all looked different: fat, palid.

    What? Do you mind if I tell you what I can remember? Oh, you've got a batch under this... NO! HELP! Hey everybody, look! A paper! I got food in here! HELP ME! Don't let this son of a... Let me go! You need that much backup for just me, coward? Somebody help me! I don't want to become super bread! Please, anybody!

    #capitalism #socialism #jobmarket #jobs #jobsearch #america #economy #politics #venezuela #storytelling #story #horrorbooks #horror #entertainment #writer #art #poetry

  7. "The League" (short story):
    I don't know when it happened. All days and nights feel like the exact same, so time for me is confusing. I just woke up here one morning.

    Inside this cage, you can't really talk. Privacy is nonexistent. We only communicate by using our hands and gestures. And sometimes thru sarcasm. We don't want to be punished, and we treasure silence. Noises don't let us know what the guys outside are whispering.

    I realized not long ago that the guards outside are just mannequins though. But that can only mean the spies are among us. I doubt they'd ever hesitate to tell on us. That's why we can't trust nobody inside the cage. I have no friends. The whispers we hear come from very modern sound systems, installed on top of the cage.

    Sometimes we eat, maybe once a week. And if we need to go to the bathroom, we do it inside the cage, with everybody looking. Yet, it's been a while since people saw me there: we have developed some implicit codes, which make us look away when people do it. That doesn't include eating tho. Eating while others starve and beg with their eyes take all pleasure away.

    The only way to earn the food is by playing in what we called "the league". Every week, white pieces of paper fall inside the cage with some instructions. They're limited in number tho, so you must fight others to read one first.

    After reading them and yelling "I got it", there's no way back. You must finish the task, it does not matter what it is, and if someone fought you they might feel lucky about losing once in a while, since some tasks are humiliating.

    But that's the only way we can get food. Some tasks are nice, easy, but you'll only get two tiny tasteless pieces of "super bread" for them. It's always humiliating in one way or another. We just try to make things the least terrible here.

    I have seen people who were good friends in the past fight for a piece of paper, then get mad at each other because one won the fight yet the other laughs due to the contents of the note. I've also seen people throw notes away after winning, because they ate well last time and the new task would give them bad food.

    Sometimes, I remember what this circus was like before the cage. Sometimes, even after all these years, I remember the names we called similar tasks. Sometimes, I have dreams in which I'm reading one on a screen, but there was no one I could fight to take it, even though I would. In the old days, enough money could buy me any food I wanted, and all I had to do was to press a button and wait.

    We used to call it "applying". The button used to say "send CV". The tasks were performed every day for months. Whoever did a specific task had a special name, a "profession". Yet, I remember we all looked different: fat, palid.

    What? Do you mind if I tell you what I can remember? Oh, you've got a batch under this... NO! HELP! Hey everybody, look! A paper! I got food in here! HELP ME! Don't let this son of a... Let me go! You need that much backup for just me, coward? Somebody help me! I don't want to become super bread! Please, anybody!

    #capitalism #socialism #jobmarket #jobs #jobsearch #america #economy #politics #venezuela #storytelling #story #horrorbooks #horror #entertainment #writer #art #poetry

  8. This is good so far. A capitalist talking about socialism. He thinks capitalism + policy is how we got where we are, like labor should have never been taxed higher than returns on capital.

    youtube.com/watch?v=OYg6BTjb90E

    @politicalvideos

    #capitalism #socialism #economics

  9. Moderate Democrats are STILL denouncing socialism and communism, even though the democratic socialists are rapidly taking the party by storm. #Socialism #DemocraticSocialists #DSA

  10. America remains far more conducive to self-made wealth than Europe, where tax structures, inheritance norms and regulation keep fortunes stable across generations even as middle-class outcomes differ. japantimes.co.jp/commentary/20 #commentary #worldnews #wealth #rich #money #socialism #us #europe #jobs

  11. Fear mongering election poster from Sweden.

    The fear of "socialism" has been their standard policy to scare the public to vote against their own interests.

    #Sweden #Val2026 #Socialism #Fear

  12. Fear mongering election poster from Sweden.

    The fear of "socialism" has been their standard policy to scare the public to vote against their own interests.

    #Sweden #Val2026 #Socialism #Fear

  13. Fear mongering election poster from Sweden.

    The fear of "socialism" has been their standard policy to scare the public to vote against their own interests.

    #Sweden #Val2026 #Socialism #Fear

  14. Fear mongering election poster from Sweden.

    The fear of "socialism" has been their standard policy to scare the public to vote against their own interests.

    #Sweden #Val2026 #Socialism #Fear

  15. Fear mongering election poster from Sweden.

    The fear of "socialism" has been their standard policy to scare the public to vote against their own interests.

    #Sweden #Val2026 #Socialism #Fear

  16. Happy to have played a small role in last night's victory of my friend #ONDP candidate Fatima Shaban in the by-election in the #Ontario provincial constituency of #Scarborough Southwest

    Winning is sweet! :)

    #onpoli #cdnpoli #Canada #socialism #Toronto #topoli

    beachmetro.com/2026/09/04/prov

  17. Perhaps a bit out of the #Mastodon overton window, but anything that helps restore nutrition, medicine and education in #Venezuela is a good thing. The bad kind of #socialism left this county so weak that the #Trump admin was able to fairly trivially walk past #Cuban military guards who were brought in to protect #Maduro because their own military was busy foraging for food. But the facts are stark. You don't just turn the oil back on, there is a decade of development to get back on track. 1/2

  18. Perhaps a bit out of the #Mastodon overton window, but anything that helps restore nutrition, medicine and education in #Venezuela is a good thing. The bad kind of #socialism left this county so weak that the #Trump admin was able to fairly trivially walk past #Cuban military guards who were brought in to protect #Maduro because their own military was busy foraging for food. But the facts are stark. You don't just turn the oil back on, there is a decade of development to get back on track. 1/2

  19. Perhaps a bit out of the #Mastodon overton window, but anything that helps restore nutrition, medicine and education in #Venezuela is a good thing. The bad kind of #socialism left this county so weak that the #Trump admin was able to fairly trivially walk past #Cuban military guards who were brought in to protect #Maduro because their own military was busy foraging for food. But the facts are stark. You don't just turn the oil back on, there is a decade of development to get back on track. 1/2