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Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Winners and Losers Wednesday -- The Sports Derecho

 The Game Went Wild!

March 29, 2023 Show -- 7 AM on Enlighten Radio

Mike Diesel headlines the Enlighten Radio Sports and Weather departments. He has a staff of  highly skilled FEMA consultants ready to accompany you
to either a Championship, or Armageddon. 

Monday, March 27, 2023

Labor Beat Radio -- Mar 28 -- the PEIA Hearings

 WV R Legislators Assault Public Employees Insurance - Revenge for the Strike

And MORE labor news...

7:30 AM -- www.enlightenradio.org

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Sunday, March 26, 2023

Wednesday, March 15, 2023

The Winners and Losers Program: The SVB Crash!

Another big log thrown on the fires raging in decayed US capitalist relations..... 

Sunday, March 12, 2023

Enlighten Radio: Monday, March 13

 The Winners and Losers Poetry Show -- 7 AM Eastern --


 Revolutionary, and Counter Revolutionary Poetry.

Comrade Langston Hughes Honors the "Lincoln Brigade" -- American volunteers who fought to save the Spanish Republic from Spanish Fascist Franco -- and his pal Hitler.

Song of Spain

Come now, all you who are singers,
And sing me the song of Spain.
Sing it very simply that I might understand.

What is the song of Spain?

Flamenco is the song of Spain:
Gypsies, guitars, dancing
Death and love and heartbreak
To a heel tap and a swirl of fingers
On three strings.
Flamenco is the song of Spain.

I do not understand.

Toros are the song of Spain:
The bellowing bull, the red cape,
A sword thrust, a horn tip,
The torn suit of satin and gold,
Blood on the sand
Is the song of Spain.

I do not understand.

Pintura is the song of Spain:
Goya, Velasquez, Murillo,
Splash of colour on canvass,
Whirl of cherub-faces.
La Maja Desnuda’s
The song of Spain.

What’s that?

Don Quixote! España!
Aquel rincón de la Mancha de
Cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme....
That’s the song of Spain.

You wouldn’t kid me, would you?
A bombing plane’s
The song of Spain.
Bullets like rain’s
The song of Spain.
Poison gas is Spain.
A knife in the back
And its terror and pain is Spain.

Toros, flamenco, paintings, books
          Not Spain.
The people are Spain:
The people beneath that bombing plane
With its wings of gold for which I pay
I, a worker, letting my labour pile
Up millions for bombs to kill a child
I bought those bombs for Spain!
Workers made those bombs for a Fascist Spain!
          Will I make them again, and yet again?
          Storm clouds move fast.
          Our sky is grey.
          The white devils of the terror
          Await their day
When bombs’ll fall not only on Spain
          But on me and you!

Workers, make no bombs again!
Workers, mine no gold again!
Workers, lift no hand again
To build up profits for the rape of Spain!
Workers, see yourselves as Spain!
Workers, know that we too can cry,
Lift arms in vain, run, hide, die:
          Too late!
          The bombing plane!
Workers, make no bombs again
Except that they be made for us
          To hold and guard
Lest some Franco steal into our backyard
Under the guise of a patriot
Waving a flag and mouthing rot
And dropping bombs from a Christian steeple
          On the people.

I made those bombs for Spain.
I must not do it again.
I made those bombing planes.
I must not do it again.

I made rich the grandees and lords
Who hire Franco to lead his gang-hordes
Against Spain.

I must never do that again.

I must drive the bombers out of Spain!
I must drive the bombers out of the world!
I must take the world for my own again

          A workers’ world
          Is the song of Spain.