Color me Wobbly

My IWW membership materials came in the mail today. Pretty impressive considering I only mailed the application a week ago. Yay USPS!

Someone needs to explain to me why the membership card is way too big to fit in a standard wallet. How can I be a card-carrying member when there's no place to carry the card? Oh, I get it: I'm supposed to carry it in the pocket of my overalls with my Little Red Songbook. But I rarely wear overalls, so I guess I'll have to carry it in my checkbook. Which sorta goes against the union's anti-capitalist ideology. Geez, overanalyze much?

Because I feel no need to organize either of my workplaces, where I am treated very well, I feel like a bit of a poseur (poseuse?). But as I said in an earlier post, my meager financial and substantial spiritual contribution to the IWW go toward improving conditions for those who truly are suffering. I look forward to making some small difference.

RG, a longtime Wobbly with whom I discussed IWW matters at length recently, is not aware of this blog's existence, but I send him a message of solidarity and support. Dear, give your body and your brain a break when they need it, but let your spirit, which is not vulnerable to physical ills, keep up the good fight.

Solidaridad por siempre.