read this and weep.  or laugh.  or wrinkle up your nose.  or sort of shuffle your feet and look confused.  when the "establishment" attempts to appropriate language it has no business mouthing, it always leads to situations somewhere between farce and tragedy.  how can you describe the surreal nature of seeing a patrician politician (in the last 50 years have we had a single congressperson who lived below the poverty line while running for office and won?) stand up and recite the rallying cries of peoples and movements that were crushed by earlier generations of patrician politicians?

      "it's so chic to be a revolutionary now..."

when local mabra apparachiks try to rally votes or support by talking about doing it for the people, i generally gte the vapors, suffering from symptoms similar to vertigo.  let me clarify for you, one final time, what exactly is going on here.  the racing union leads the vanguard of the glorious revolution in cycling and the social order.  our cause is irresistable, our righteous anger irrefutable, our position on the centrality of cycling indisputable. 

all who act to impede us in our goals will be, by necessity, assimilated.  but assimilated by citizens and cyclists who work together, collectively, to improve and elevate our culture and our cycling.  those who fight us will be crushed, by the overwhelming strength of vision that our movement derives it's energy from.  oh yeah, and the elite shock force we now deploy: radeln sie grundsätzedurchsetzungstruppen.  who will deploy pamphlets and discuss with you the finer points of properly engineering trasportation options to accomodate cyclists.

support the wheels of your brothers and sisters. 
support the work of your brothers and sisters. 
support the cause of your brothers and sisters. 
mabra sera libre, ahora mismo, venceremos! 

racing union.  rally to the banner!

-sg