I'm looking for resources on revolutionary syndicalism regarding it's history from around 1910-1930 in Western Europe (particularly France and Britain). It's for a personal project I'm working on.
Any sources would be fantastic, but I'm particularly looking for books. I've found a few, but I don't really know if their exactly what I'm looking for. I've already got a tonne of stuff on Revolutionary Catalonia, so I'm not really looking for that sort of thing. Prominent personalities, strike action (successful and otherwise), internal conflicts, conflicts with the communists, and the immediate post-WWI period, are all the sort of thing I'm looking for
Is this particular strategy still relevant and effective in the modern day as a way of building consciousness? I guess it is a very effective way of blowing off steam. I personally wouldn't exactly shed any tears if certain CEOs were assassinated, but would that actually be useful for building a movement?
I've never heard this word spoken, only written down. Does it rhyme with "beard" or "expired"? I've been following what I know in German and so I assume it sounds more like "beard"?
I must say, I enjoyed this speech. The sarcasm and tone of "go fuck yourself Fraser Nelson" was excellent. The "Red bastard" comment at the end got me.
Seems he's taking a new approach to his image.
I suppose maybe I should start with a little about myself?
Here we go... I'm 19 and I've never had a girlfriend for more than a month, no particular reason, just that I've never felt any more connection with them than I've had with any of my other friends. I have some minor anxiety issues, but I can usually overcome them with a little determination and motivation. I like talking to people, the only problem is that I'm pretty bad at it. I never know what to say and while the conversation is ongoing, I'll be trying and failing to think of ways to move the conversation along. This results in long gaps which I find incredibly embarrassing, so I tend to try to act inconspicuous.
Everytime my dad and I walked or drove or bussed past any area of any town or city where there was a cemetery, he'd always say "Here we are ; the dead part of town." I always chuckle, I'm going to use that one with my kids.