﻿Use Direct Action and Stop Fasting 
By T-BONE SLIM 
 
Gandhi cures economic maladjustments by fasting (plus swift, determined economic moves). 
Personally, I think fasting is unnecessary part of his program; and then, Gandhi may know his men better. 
We, too, have tried fasting but, and it’s strange, we quite forgot to make the economic moves. 

Present job-lot political faiths, one and all were feathered by economic masters. Those faiths are no stronger than their creators—and they are on the way out (in a cloud of corruption, filth and disease). 
Present governments are no stronger than were their predecessors; present economic masters are no stronger than were the ruling class before them. 
The former ruling class is now clerking for economic royalists —chan store style. It’s the same child, the same play-blocks and the result is always the same— poverty 

SELL ALL THOU HAVEST? (Devoid of bias). 
“Communism” (as Hearst has it) is a legitimate son of Christianity, Peace between father and son was not found at all times. Wars have occurred between these two. Communism has threatened to toss Christianity out on its ear. Christianity on the other hand has disowned its son. And there the matter lies—a struggle for survival. Purely an economic matter. Christianity refuses to be displaced by Communism. 
Great changes have occurred in both. Neither has but a slight resemblance to the creation of Jesus Christ. The transformation in Communism is probably greater of the two, but that does not mean Communism will be the fair-haired boy of the future. 
Because why? 
Because both have been sold down the river. 
Very good reason that? 
But the world has not retrogressed so much. It is still the same uncompromising world and demands that its organizations “stay put,” as is. Any patch work presented automatically labels it for the scrap yard. 
The world is in one heluva fix and I cannot see how it can find surcease to its sorrows outside of the One Big Union of the Workers. 
No, fellow workers, the “cure-all” still resides in the working class, in the IWW. 
Something substantial, constant, in harmony with the changelessness of the hills . . . (Eloquence here curbed) . 
 
“Fall of Dictators Near”—Benes. 
To quote Int. News Service: (in part) —”The breakup,” he said “will come in the form of a social and economic revolution that will bring freedom for all their peoples.” 
Can’t see it, Benes, old boy. 
Conceded the social and economic revolution, but that “rider,” “will bring freedom to all their peoples” is 18-karat hooey. 
Benes! Benes! Nobody but the masters are organized and since when did masters tote freedom? 

“State Should Bar Communists from Office,” moans William Randolph Hearst. 
Seems to me, Hearst is kinda choosey about officeholders— just as if it made a difference. That’s how the author of Communism and Christianity got in bad in Jerusalem country. The Jews figured he Was seeking office. 
Wotta World! Wotta World! 
But I am more liberal that way. I say put ‘em all in office if they don’t want to work. They’ve got to live and inasmuch as I know of only one way to make a living, work, it stand to reason we are obliged to jump in the market for Grand Rapids’ rolltops and Morris chairs. That’ll help the unemployed woodworkers and mollify Senator Vandenberg for a spell. 
 
So many little businesses went under that here and there surviving businesses took the orphaned business men in out of the cold. Sometimes a dinky business boasted of five or six such frustrated and near frustrated business men. The theory was good, “Live and let live but it didn’t pan out. Of course, none of those businessmen would work so they had to hire a bookkeeper to run the place. 
Born to be bosses, there was nothing for them to do so they started bossing the bookkeeper, all six of ‘em— and the only way the book keeper could save the concern was by buying the bosses a deck of cards and a few cross word puzzles. Finally, however, the concern went under and the six bosses had to rush out to see if they could horn in on Cousin Lonny’s business. Big Business Won’t take them in and that’s why they are big, I s’pose. (Taken from Life.)
