Constitution Commune Project

From facebook discussion board for “Constitutional Communist Union”:

The next step in the propagation of communist theory, especially Constitutional Communist theory is based on leading by example.

Consider this scenario.

When a city or town or other form of local community observes a communistic society in their area, a commune which is functioning and efficient and just, they will naturally be more curious as to the nuances of the “deathless ideal”. That curiosity will develop into a better understanding and therefore an increase in Constitutional Communists in that respective community. The next step is a non-violent and constructive one. By democratic representative process communists will run for office and be elected because of communisms new and increasing popularity. When a populace sees the success which communist theory has created in their community or even in other communities which have exhibited the justice and productivity which Constitutional Communism promotes, they will begin to be increasingly supportive in their respective communities, states/provinces and eventually countries.

And to think that it could all begin with a tiny grass routes commune is very encouraging.

Now, of course, you may have many doubts. I do not claim to have all the answers or even the best one. I do claim, however, to have something that I at least am going to try. At this time I am beginning to recruit volunteers, raise funds and flesh out the ideas for my own grassroots commune. This could be the first step in the New Communist Era and I am honored to be a part of it.

Keep in mind that these grassroots communes are at your discretion and eventually the discretion of the people who comprise the commune as to scale, policy and other factors. No project is too small to start the Earth turning to a new stage in economic and social justice.

As always, I welcome your opinions, guidance and input.

Thank you for your intentions, Comrades.

(end of facebook quotation)

I have been spending the last day and a half calculating how many people, at what rate of distribution and what income requirements would be necessary to support a commune of this nature in the city of Worcester.

I have determined that seeing as the building (or building complex) will need to be specific types of areas (ten private rooms, one great hall and several other large communal areas) it will be much more efficient to design and construct a building rather than to use or renovate and use a pre-existing building.  The cost of construction, if the building is made to certain specifications, will be lower than buying a building with unnecessary space in some areas and insufficient space in others.

That is why I am making some rudimentary calculations as to how much the building will cost and how much the designing process alone would cost.

At the same time that all of these calculations are going on, I am beginning a networking process which will enable us to find donations from communists throughout the world and proceed with the first major step of finding an efficient and reasonably priced architect.

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If you’re looking for Comrade Redhead (the book)…

If you’re looking for Redhead/Comrade Redhead then please refer to the page named at the top of the home page.  You should see a tag that says “Redhead – The Cold War Just Got Colder”.

Redhead – Chapter Two

“What do I do?”  James said.  He said it softly at first.  It wasn’t long, however, before he realized that he was screaming it again and again.  Such was the mindless fear that gripped him.  Right from the time that he had lost sight of the plane, the snow had started up again.  Now he was blinded with the cold, wet, white snow which buffeted him from every side.

It wasn’t long before James stopped feeling the moisture on his face.  He began to run. He ran as fast as he could through the whiteness until he began to pant.  He felt an urge to lie down and rest but he had sense enough not to give in.  He simply stood hunched over for a moment while he caught his breath.

James thought he heard something and looked all around.  The memory of the buildings with the insignia which he had seen still haunted him.  With his hands on his knees, he panted some more but stopped quickly.  He was no longer alone.

He had not noticed them arrive and he did not move due to his fear.  He continued to look at the enormous pair of snow-crusted boots which stood in front of his lowered eyes.  After a pause of indecision he slowly raised his vision.   An enormous insulated trench-coat stood there but as James scanned upwards, more and more of the lower coat appeared.  It was a good four feet, shrouded in the swirling snow, before the thick black belt contrasted with the brown of the coat.  The torso seemed disproportionate to the lower section or at least so it seemed to James.  Crowning the long brown coat was a breathing apparatus mask with a large set of goggles and a brown hood.

None of this could be real.  He reasoned that he still must be on the plane.  Maybe he had even fallen asleep and was about to wake up, just as the plane was landing at the mission’s end in northern Norway.  Maybe he could even reach towards and through the unmoving, ghostly, masked figure just to prove that it wasn’t there.  He quickly decided that such an action would make him feel better.  It would reassure him that he was dreaming.  He raised his arm and approached at a timid pace.

He stopped, halfway there, when he thought he saw the head move.  Watching it only made clear to him that the movement must have been more imagination.  He continued.  Just as he extended his fingers to carefully touch the apparition, its right arm sprang forward and gripped him just below the elbow of his outstretched arm.

“Oh my God!”  James screamed and fell to the ground just as he managed to pull free.  He hurried to his feet and ran, turning once only to see the figure coming after him with an inhumanly long stride.  He ran further but was confronted by two more trench-coats directly in front of him.  These stood solemnly for a few seconds but soon they too were walking towards him.  He turned to the left… two more… to the right… two more.  All of these six had what appeared to be large gatling guns.  He turned now to the direction from where he had come but the abnormally tall coat and mask stepped out of the snowy tempest.  It was taller than the others by one or two whole feet.

“No!  No!”  James screamed, his voice growing hoarse from the cold.  The giant stepped closer and tried to grab him once again.  He didn’t know why he did it.  Perhaps panic was the only explanation.  He charged at his greatest fear and knocked it to the ground.  Unseen by James, one of the others swung the butt of his weapon and slammed him in the back of the head while he was trying to stand.  He neither knew what hit him or what he was fighting but just as the giant hit the ground, the goggles of his target came undone.  In the second before he felt the blow to the head and lost consciousness, he looked into two gaping holes, skin-covered and healed over but nonetheless empty sockets.  They were sockets where eyes should have been.

Redhead (but I’m going in a totally different direction from the previous post)

Redhead

by

Comrade L

“Descend to five hundred feet,” James ordered his pilot.  He watched the scanning apparatus intently as the jet plane decreased its altitude.

“Five hundred feet, okey dokey,” the pilot responded.  His levity was poorly received by James who was determined to not only succeed in his mission but also to execute it in military-minded precision.

“Will you please smarten up a bit, Carl?  I’m trying to concentrate.  We’re on a mission here.”

“On a mission?”  Carl tried to restrain himself from laughing and largely succeeded.  ”Alrighty…” James glared at him.  ”I mean… alright, Mr. Admiral your highness.  I never knew a corporate executive who thought he was Captain Kirk until I met you, Jimmy.”

“God damn it.  Why did we have to select you for this mission anyway?”  James responded in disgust.

“Because I’m the only one to fly over the North Pole and land on the other side of the world in one piece.  That’s why.  Well…”

“Well what?”

“Well, there was this one Russian guy that did it too but he never came back,” Carl said and turned until he was facing the rear of the spacious cockpit and James as well.

“You’re not looking where you’re… I thought you said you came out in one piece.”

“I’m here.  Aren’t I?”

“But you said he did it and he never came back.”

“Well, that was on his second trip,” Carl said, still not looking where the plane was going.

“Will you please drive the plane and keep your eyes on the road,” James corrected himself, “…air.”

“It’s called flying, Admiral,” Carl said with much sarcasm in his voice.

“Flying.  Alrighty,” James retorted with even more sarcasm than his pilot.  ”But please just focus on where you’re going.”

“Alrighty.”

“Stop saying that.”

James was expecting another obnoxious comment but was surprised to hear none.  Carl had suddenly gone silent and seemed to be concentrating intently on the radar display in front of him.

“I told you to stop saying that.”

Still there was no response.

“What’s wrong now?”

“Nothing, Jimmy,” Carl finally answered.

“Then why are you so quiet?”

“I’m looking,” was all that Carl said in reply.

James was puzzled by this.  He waited a few seconds before asking his next question.

“Looking at what?”

“Looking for what, you mean.”

“Ok.  Looking for what?”  James asked with a defined emphasis on the word ‘for’.

“Looking to see if maybe I can find that Russian guy’s downed plane.  He must be out here somewhere.  If this radar is as strong and long range as P-Corp brags then I should be able to see something.”

“PetroloCorp has the most advanced aircraft in the world,” James hurried to respond.

“Don’t get defensive, Jimmy.  I’m just saying…  maybe I can find the plane.”

“Just focus please and keep your…”

“There it is!”  Carl interrupted.  ”Wait.  It’s gone now.”

“Focus, Carl!  We’re out here to find oil and not…”

“There it is again.  What’s wrong with the radar.  Most advanced aircraft in the world… my foot.”

James approached the display panel and regarded it.

“I don’t see anything.  Don’t talk any more trash about our company,” James said angrily.

“Our company?  Your company.  I’m not going to associate myself with an evil multi-national corporate entity out to take over the world.”

“I said, don’t…”

The display suddenly lit up in a dozen different places.  Little green dots littered the screen.

“What are they, Carl?”  James asked with poorly concealed anxiety.

Carl didn’t answer.

“Carl?!”

“I don’t know, damn it!  Oh my God.  There’s more and more of them.  We’re heading right into the middle of it.”

The snow stopped so rapidly that it added distinctly to the confused and apprehensive nature of the situation.  James was still watching the radar.  Carl was looking out the windshield.  Unseen by James, Carl’s face began to lose all its color.

“We’re not picking up any oil anyway.  Let’s just get out of here.  This is too weird,” he kept his gaze upon the screen.  ”Carl… Carl… Carl!  What is wrong with you.”

James lifted his eyes and soon he too was memorized by the mysterious apparition in front of him.  In the lifeless moonlight which shone down through the inexplicably clear and frigid air and illuminated a sight that made the two men feel like they were wrapped in their own subconscious.  They both had instantly convinced themselves that they must be dreaming.  James and Carl were sure that nothing like this could be happening in consciousness.

“What’s that beeping noise?”  James asked in response to a shrill pulse in the cockpit.

“We’re directly over the North Pole,” Carl explained.

“How can this be?  There’s not supposed to be buildings on the North Pole.  There’s not supposed to be people on the North Pole.  Carl, what is this?”

“It sure ain’t Kris Kringle.”

“Don’t joke.  This is really starting to freak me out,” James admonished him.

“I’m not joking.  This ain’t Santa’s workshop.”

“Alrighty, wiseguy.  Why do you say that?”

“Because of that.”  Carl raised his arm and indicated an insignia which James did not recognize.  He thought it to be two simple garden tools and a star but he could not definitively place it in his memory.

“I’ve seen enough.  We’re getting out of here and I don’t care how much you disagree, Jimmy.”

“Oh, I’m not disagreeing.  I agree wholeheartedly and lets do it as quickly as possible,” James said but the plane was already in the process of turning around.

“What’s that sound?”  James asked.  ”Carl, please God.  Tell me what that sound is.”  James’ voice wavered and cracked.

“It’s…”

The plane shook and a burning smell was almost instantly evident.   James looked out the small side window in the cockpit and saw one of the engines engulfed in flame.

“Come on!”  James yelled and hurried to the back of the plane, rushing towards the rack where the parachute backpacks all hung in a row.

“No.  We still have three engines left.  I think we can make it.”

“Screw that.  I’m getting off this plane,” James yelled over the whistling wind as he opened the external door.

“No, Jimmy.  You’ll die of cold out there.”

“Better than being incinerated in mid-air,” James yelled.

“But I can…”  But James didn’t hear the end of Carl’s sentence.  He had jumped out of the plane and pulled the cord on the parachute.  As the plane was already flying low, it wasn’t long before he was on the ground and experiencing a sense of smug satisfaction.  The rapid bursts of  noise, which James had previously thought to be something wrong with the plane, continued despite the fact that the plane was now hundreds of feet away.  It was descending more and more rapidly.  The sound of a new burst rent came again on the wind.  A new flash of light appeared on the now distant silhouette of the aircraft as a new fire broke out.  The bursts stopped.

“Come on, Carl.  Come on,” James was surprised to find himself muttering to the emptiness of the Arctic.  No matter how much he wished or half-wished that the plane would regain altitude, it careened downwards. The flame, which was now the only distinguishable sight, presently disappeared beyond the horizon and then the muffled sound of an explosion could be heard ever so lightly.  James looked around frantically.  Stranded in the snow and ice, one hundred degrees below zero and thousands of miles from civilization, James had never felt more terrified in his life.

More facebook posting

A communist state or, ideally, a true commune must be based upon the freedoms of the people. If we are seeking to reverse the negative image which communism has received at the hands of Stalinists and dictators then we must address the primary problem. Stalin’s USSR was oppressive in countless ways. The freedoms and basic rights of human beings were being trampled. Communism is the future but only if we reconcile its concept and connotations with freedom and justice not oppression and persecution. The working man and woman will not follow a hurtful, degrading and destructive system. To bring about the new era, the people must will it.

Facebook Wall Post on “Communism” Group

Communism means freedom. The two are inseparable. Should they be separated in any way, both cease to exist. How can justice be just when freedoms are trampled. The reason our critics call it a failed system is because many of its previous implementations did not value the freedom of the human spirit and the sanctity of human rights. Communism is the future and it can work but only if we release the bitterness and hatred for freedom which Stalin exhibited so effortlessly. Only when people are free can justice be achieved and only when communism is just can the New Communist Era be achieved.

More facebook discussion board posts on Constitutional Communism

I see a Constitution as essential to the efficacy and longevity of not only a state (the permanence of which remains to be seen) but perhaps of a more advanced commune as well.

This I know. One thing that will never change is that people will not follow or collaborate in what they see as oppressive. Unfortunately. communist theories including equal distribution of wealth and abolition of class structure have accumulated such bad connotations. This is because the implementation of these theories has been performed, thus far, in a manner riddled with corruption and oppression in many cases. This not only dilutes the integrity of the “deathless ideal” but makes it all the more difficult to regain the following which it possessed during the 20th century.

I feel that a promising solution to this inconsistency of philosophy and its subsequent decrease in popularity is to promote a quality of human rights and a Constitution detailing them. I am confident that promoting to the world the just and egalitarian qualities which form the core of communist philosophy, there will be a response which will surprise us as its promoters and proponents.

Only by eliminating the bigotry among the current proponents of communist theory in regards to oppression of freedom of religion, oppression of freedom speech, oppression of freedom in any regard, can we move forward and begin to move towards global union, socio-economic justice and quality of human life.

This brings me to the next major element in my theory. Can a commune or communist state break away from the ways of Soviet communism as far as revoking of human rights is concerned? Can we move forward into the next era of communism with a renewed interest in the good of every man and woman?

“Redhead” – Chapter One

“Redhead”

by:

Comrade L

“I’m going to have to let you go,” the attractive blond said with a sigh.

Chuck stopped abruptly.  He was on his way out the door of the office when she said this.

“What do you mean?” He asked in reply.  ”We already agreed that we couldn’t be dating anymore.”

The blond sighed once again, turned away from him and looked out the window.

“That’s just it.  You see, when I realized that I might lose my job because I was involved with one of my subordinates I decided that leaving you alone wouldn’t be enough.  Mr. Schleminger confirmed for me in a phone call just a few minutes ago that such behavior was unacceptable.”

Chuck found it hard to breathe.  He could feel what was coming next.

“So when he told me that one of us would have to be made an example of, I decided it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.  And seeing as I’m your supervisor, I guess its going to have to be you,” she finished the sentence, turned and smirked at him.

“What?  What are you…” Chuck stammered but she only continued to smile and stare.  ”You’re evil.”  This infantile retort was the best he could find in his shocked state.

“If you haven’t noticed this by now, Charles, then they’re really must be something wrong with you.”

“Yeah?!  Well, I never liked you anyway.  I only wanted you for your body,” Chuck was searching for a worthy response.  He at least wanted to get the last laugh.  At this point he wanted to get the last anything.

“Please, Charles.  Is that the best you can do?  You only wanted me for my body?  Well, let me tell you a little secret,”  she approached him and leaned forwards as if she would kiss him but ended up only yelling in his ear.  ”You and everybody else, Charles.”

Chuck stumbled backwards and out into the hall in surprise and discomfort.  His ears were still ringing as she closed the door to the office.  He was debating whether to go bang on the door when it opened just enough for her to make herself heard.

“You are dismissed.  Go clean up and get out.”  The door closed once again.

Chuck began to mutter to himself.  He was slowly building up to a rage, a rage where he might actually have the courage to fight or talk back.

“What’s wrong, comrade?”  A voice came from behind him.  He was surprised not only because of the composed nature of the voice but also because it seemed to coming from the wall behind him.  He turned quickly and noticed a door there that he had never seen before.  ”Step into my office, if you please,” the voice issued, almost song-like from behind the closed door.

It was more his initial shock and the heat of the moment that prompted him to enter rather than any kind of decision making or conscious process.  Chuck walked into what the voice had called an office and his footsteps were the footsteps of history, the tread of time and the progress of human civilization all wrapped into one.  Effectively, he had just lost his job and his sex life at the hands of his blond boss bombshell but in what seemed to him to be an impossibly unfortunate hour he was also set upon a new path.

The Beginnings of Constitutional Communist Theory

There are paradoxes in the views of some modern professed Marxists/communists. Some, even on this discussion board advocate for the revoking of certain human rights. Human rights, such as free religion and free speech are tied closely to the well-being and happiness of the people. How can a philosophy which values the people first and the equality of all men and women be oppressive, limiting and persecuting of intellectual and spiritual expression. Will a state survive which hurts the people? Has it worked in the past? In the long run? Ever? Or even more ridiculous… can such a state be considered a utopia?
That is why I am exploring the possibility of integrating a constitution with a bill of rights into the basic communist ideals of equal distribution of wealth, equal opportunity and other forms of egalitarian philosophies.
Is it possible?