Where my bad attitude comes from

I’ve always felt that a part of me is red, and now I know why. Apparently my great grandfather J.W. Kramer was a socialist agitator in northern Sweden. Very progressive, as Swedish-readers can see in this poster from 1925 inviting both men and women (the horror!) to a lecture about the roots of unemployment.

But the part that cracks me up is the next line, which in English reads “The bourgeoisie, which always mocks and pesters workers, are invited to discuss.”

What a god-awful way of inviting someone to a debate. “Please come and discuss this with us, assholes.” That’ll set the right tone.