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Chavs - The Demonization of the working class - Owen Jones 2011 It's about what it sounds like and it's more than a book to have on the shelf. It deals with the prejudice created around the working class, in the English context, but which also applies to our reality. A political strategy of humiliating and discrediting a class, legitimized the gap in economic and social opportunities, by creating in public opinion an image of an ignorant and criminal class - those who do not want to work and live off subsidies. We are given examples that did not seem so obvious to us but that we see every day. It is worth reading and reads well, in the British way. At a time when the market model and the priorities regarding “essential activities and classes” to society are being called into question, the discussion always benefits from more knowledge. ___ É sobre o que soa e é mais do que um livro para ter na prateleira. Trata o preconceito criado à volta do classe operária, no contexto inglês mas que se aplica também à nossa realidade. Uma estratégia política de humilhação e descrédito de uma classe, legitimou o fosso de oportunidades económicas e sociais, ao criar na opinião pública uma imagem de classe ignorante e criminosa - os tais que não querem trabalhar e vivem dos subsídios. São-nos dados exemplos que não nos pareciam assim tão óbvios mas que vemos todos os dias. Vale a pena ler e lê-se bem, à boa maneira britânica. Numa altura em que o modelo de mercado a as prioridades relativamente às “actividades e classes essenciais” à sociedade estão a ser postas em causa, a discussão beneficia sempre de mais conhecimento. #thehenchman #thehenchmancomes #thehenchmanzine #zines #fanzine #underground #art #culture #music #photography #illustrations #keepdiggin #portugal #lisbon (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_COarOp2hY/?igshid=kqghnmktcbk9

Swans - The Glowing Man "The Glowing Man" is not the first, nor the second studio album by American experimental rock band Swans, led by Michael Gira...but the fourteenth. Swans have become recognized for their constantly mutating sound, with influences such as noise, industrial and post-rock, with this album being another great example of the band's abstract and spiritual music. _ "The Glowing Man" não é o primeiro, nem o segundo álbum de estúdio da banda Americana de rock experimental Swans, dirigida por Michael Gira ... mas o décimo quarto. Os Swans são reconhecidos pelo seu som em constante mudança, com influências como noise, industrial e pós-rock sendo este álbum outro ótimo exemplo da música abstrata e espiritual da banda. @swans_official #thehenchman #thehenchmancomes #thehenchmanzine #zines #fanzine #underground #art #culture #music #photography #illustrations #keepdiggin #portugal #lisbon https://www.instagram.com/p/B-9sDEzJCfH/?igshid=hlp5yvxer1in

La plataforma ou The platform Available on Netflix, La Plataforma is a spanish science fiction horror-thriller film, directed by Galder Gaztelu-Urrutia. It shows us a dystopian reality where a new kind of prison is put in place. There are 2 people per cell, a cell per floor and a common food slab to feed them all, being each cell given 2 minutes to eat as it goes down, floor by floor. An interesting exercise in class comentary. __ Disponível na Netflix, La Plataforma é um filme espanhol de terror e ficção científica, dirigido por Galder Gaztelu-Urrutia. Ele revela-nos uma realidade distópica onde um novo tipo de prisão é implementada. Existem 2 pessoas por cela, uma cela por andar e uma laje de comida comum para alimentar todas, sendo que cada cela recebe 2 minutos para comerà medida que ela vai descendendo andar a andar. Um interessante comentário do conceito de classe. __ #thehenchman #thehenchmancomes #thehenchmanzine #zines #fanzine #underground #art #culture #music #photography #illustrations #keepdiggin #portugal #lisbon https://www.instagram.com/p/B-zvVRoJBwa/?igshid=1jpxdtt1b5amx

No Wall they can build It has been well known that thousands of people risk their lives to cross the desert between Mexico and USA, every year. This book by CrimethInc. is a detailed first-person narrative, regarding the borders that control movement around North America, providing us an insight on why people take this dangerous trip, how do they make the journey and whose interests the border actually serves. _ No Wall they can build É sabido que milhares de pessoas arriscam as suas vidas para atravessar o deserto entre o México e os EUA, todos os anos. Este livro da editora CrimethInc. é uma narrativa detalhada em primeira pessoa, referente às fronteiras que controlam o movimento na América do Norte, fornecendo uma visão sobre porque as pessoas fazem esta viagem perigosa, como elas fazem a jornada e a quais interesses a fronteira realmente serve. _ #thehenchman #thehenchmancomes #thehenchmanzine #zines #fanzine #underground #art #culture #music #photography #illustrations #keepdiggin #portugal #lisbon https://www.instagram.com/p/B-sc4MTpHMW/?igshid=16131s0lr6c9

Thomas Noreno stepped out of his truck, feeling his boot heel connect with his nicely paved drive way, leading up to an even nicer, one story house of modest accommodations. There was a single truck in the driveway, his own, and he intended to keep it that way. He walked rigidly and concisely along the finely crafted walkway leading up to his doorway; on either side of the walkway were potted flowers that he had hired a family member to put in, and with each vivid yellow, or royal purple, the green of the nicely trimmed grass was brought out even that much more. Although it had been done awhile ago, and his lawn mowed yesterday, all of it looked new and fresh out of the box to him, which is exactly what he wanted. He stepped into his house, and immediately took comfort in escaping the heat and stepping into a cool-not-cold living room. Thomas attached the keys to his truck back on the bigger keychain that he kept attached to his belt; it snapped into place, and with his other hand, he reached forward, and opened his refrigerator, pulling out an ice cold Corona. He popped the cap off the long neck, placed the perspiring bottle on the counter, and pulled out his touch phone, putting in a series of password before finally reaching his messages. One new message, at this hour? It was unusual, but he knew this was no time to let his guard down. They were in the final stages of moving forward and he knew the margin for error was non-existent. At 3:15 A.M., Magdus sent “Took money. Got list, too. Need help.” Thomas could feel his teeth clench together, grinding uncomfortably against one another. With a vice-like grip, he raised the Corona back to his mouth, taking a long, hard gulp before slamming the bottle back down. This was unacceptable. This had to be handled, now. His fingers danced across the smart phone’s display, opening contacts, and sending out messages. Not even a minute later, he put down his phone, next to the nearly finished Corona, and started heading towards the shower, undressing as he did so. One large, white scar, running from just a ways up his buttocks, across his side, and ending just to the left of his belly button, stood out against his golden brown skin and thick, dark hair. He gathered his clothes into his arms, and dropped them into a laundry bin just outside his bathroom, on the way to the shower, without ever actually stopping. His hand grabbed the nozzle and turned the hot handle to all the way on, without even glancing at the cold water handle.  The steam billowing out from underneath the bathroom door started to fog up all the portraits and pictures of him and his family, currently still living in Mexico. Once he had decided to pursue this current financial investment, he concluded it might be in everyone’s best interest if his family, wife, and kids were all over in Mexico, until he had finished what he had agreed to do, and then he could finish out his days sipping Margaritas, teaching his son how to bat, and spending the ungodly amount of money he was making. This was, of course, only if Lance Magdus didn’t fuck it all up first. He groaned outwardly, feeling the hot water sting his chest and shoulders. But, like every other time, he embraced that initial burn, and slowly eased himself into a comforting, and relaxing shower, not realizing, or caring, that the water was currently so hot it was burning him. The pain was an afterthought; right now, all he could think about was how to deal with the problem that just came up. He knew there were some questions that needed to be answered, first, and he was confident he’d get the answers he sought, but for now, all he knew was he loathed the interruption. Instead of going to sleep after a fourteen hour day at work, supervising countless correctional officers and inmates, he was going to have to deal with this shit-head Magdus and whatever nonsense got him robbed in the first place. He doubted they knew who they were messing with, whoever robbed Magdus. But he had no doubts that once he got done finding whoever was responsible, they would sure as shit find out, real quick, exactly who they are messing with, he hissed to himself, quietly, jerking the hot water to off, and slamming his left fist into the wall. His whole body felt like it was burning, with rage, and now, looking at his phone, it looked like had a place to put it. For the first time tonight, Thomas Noreno smiled.