Why aren’t more people freaking out about the new Venezuelan labor law?

dancepunksnotdead:

You know, the one that gives housewives/full-time mothers a pension— wages for housework?

It’s ONLY A HUGE VICTORY FOR FEMINISM, SOCIALISM, AND WOMEN OF COLOR. Not a big deal or anything. Tumblr is mysteriously silent about this.

http://rabble.ca/columnists/2013/05/venezuelas-new-labour-law-best-mothers-day-gift

I’ve slept for about 6 hours and am about to add 3 more for the past 36 hours.
I feel everything running through myself simply to spite my physical being.

I’ll be up in three hours to work another 8 hour shift, what even is this

May 19th, 2013.

The whistles of the sleeping and the swapping of miles poured through my head for hours.
We loaded up, said our goodbyes: our bummers.

I won’t forget your smell, sweet Virginia: Red soil, tobacco, clean air, water. I’ll always treasure the fox skeleton you gave me in Manassas, when I just thought it was a mushroom.
Looking like the cast aside helm of a fencer I found the rib cage of a deer, both hollowed and skinned but still fighting against impermenance. You may have hidden the bones of the North and of the South but you couldn’t hide your own woody secret’s from me.
(Your kin were good to us, your kin didn’t have to know us)

Lighting our cigarettes towards Baltimore we mocked the radio and talked about writing a distopia: A world controlled by robots protecting the strong and killing the weak.

On and on back North we went.
(155 miles home, 310 miles all the way)
On and on back Home we went

Yet again more goodbyes and making water, off to work I bolted, knowing that I’ll be up for more than 30 hours.
What I’ve gained besides new friends and more miles is the gnawing message:
Take your youth and run with it,
no amount of wealth will reclaim it for you.