No Stalin For Time At Canterlot High

Tuesday, September 31, 2013:

Courtesy of Sunset Shimmer, I got backed up into a wall by two guys as I was walking to school. They were big guys, too. Football players. She was about ten feet behind them, just staring at me with this devilish look on her face, in front of a crowd surrounding us in a semicircle. I remember her words: “You’ll pay for what you did to me at the formal. These guys will see to it that you don’t ever mess with me again.” I wasn’t afraid, though. Not of these punks. I’ve faced worse odds back in juvy.

Yeah, I needed to draw on my memories if I wanted to come out on top. Jail is where I gained the skills and courage to fight. I was 15, in for robbing some 6 year old for his mom’s purse. These three niggers, much bigger and meaner than these jackasses, came over to beat the crap out of me because I stole a pair of shoes from one of them. Wanted to trade them for some pruno and maybe a bag of chocolate chip cookies. Anyway, I had no idea this guy had friends, and my own buddies were in their cells. I had no intention of being turned into some crow’s girlfriend, so I went in swinging. With all my might, I socked one of them right in the throat, causing him to go down and gasp for breath. Then I played it defensively, making as much noise as I could as I dodged and blocked as many hits as I could. I snuck in a few hits whenever I could since these guys didn’t even bother to use proper fighting stance, although I knew they could. I just stayed in that corner getting wailed on until a couple guards came in and broke the fight. I got a black eye, all kinds of bruises on my body and arms, and blood spewing out of my mouth and nose. Neither of those last two guys got much other than maybe a bloody nose, but I can proudly say that I sent that first guy to the hospital, and I got all kinds of respect from fellow inmates. I even got invited to join the Aryan Youth for that little scuffle. Of course I joined despite them mostly being a bunch of fascist pigs, since I really didn’t want to have to do that again, but it was honestly the first time I ever really stood up to adverse odds, even if it was likely that I’d lose. I’d been a real coward before my balls finally dropped that day. After that, I knew that as long as you didn’t show fear, you could do anything.

Anyway, back to these punks. I had my knife handy in my pocket, but I decided not to use it. I just smiled and winked at Sunset Shimmer, and then I started wailing on the guy to my right. I mean just fucking pounded him. I went for sensitive areas like the nose, the eyes, the temples, and the throat. I tell you, these rich bastards can’t fight for shit. It’s like these guys haven’t even seen a boxing match on TV or something. There were no guards to break the fight, but I could certainly put fear into this one guy by smashing him to pieces. After I had him on the ground, I kicked his head with the steel toe of one of my boots, making this cracking noise as the blow made him unconscious. His friend just looked in awe. I looked at the other guy and urged him to attack first. Instead, he walked away like a little bitch.

Sunset Shimmer just looked at me, her jaw dropped and her eyes wide open. I just smiled at her one more time, walked up to her, rubbed her head, and said “next time, don’t send girls to do a man’s job.” Then I walked back to my locker. I wanted to get my shit as quickly as possible, but a cop stopped me and dragged me to Celestia’s office.

She threatened to expel me. I told her it was all in self-defense, but she flat out told me that I went too far. Too far? Has this bitch ever been in any fight at all, let alone one where she’s outnumbered and outgunned? So I just played that card. I told her about how the more meek guys in jail would get ass fucked by niggers and how they’d gang up on you. In jail, you can just forget about a fair fight. You either grow a pair, or you get fucked. I told her all about how boys who got raped in jail had to service the inmates for the rest of their time in the system and how any of the pretty boys in Canterlot High would be prostituted by gangs. Apparently, that aroused her sympathies. She let me go with three days suspension just to save face. I can deal with more suspension. I don’t even need to be at school all the time with Twilight to help me.

I was walking back to my bike when Twilight ran up to me and asked me if I was okay. Told her I was fine. We talked a bit about what was going on. She told me about that kid whose head I bashed in. He got a concussion, so he had to be sent to the hospital. She suggested that I recruit a couple bodyguards from the biggest of the team. I think I’ll take her up on her offer. I got lucky this time around, but they could be carrying weapons next time, and I might be the one who gets carried off to the hospital. I told her I’d sleep on it. She told me she’d visit me in the evenings and buy me a webcam to I can teach lessons to the team from home. Wasn’t that nice of her? Turns out deflowering rich girls has its perks. Then she kissed me goodbye as I rode my bike back home.

I just drank the rest of the day and read a little bit of Machiavelli. I often sat there wondering if Sunset Shimmer has read Machiavelli. Then I’d get lost a little bit in sexual fantasies about her. I’d come back to my senses real quick, though. She’s my enemy, first and foremost.

I was about three quarters of the way through “Discourses on Livy” when I heard a knocking on my door. It was Twilight. She got this really nice webcam and a list of 22 prospective members who called the hotline asking to join. Not too bad for a fall formal of maybe about two hundred and fifty guests or so. I recognize a few of these names from the sports rosters in the school newspaper. Excellent. Jocktards will make fine bodyguards.

Now, I only need for the revolutionary vanguard to have intimate knowledge of Marxist-Leninist ideology, so I can just let Twilight give these guys the Cliff’s Notes version. I’ll have to personally teach them how to fight, though, and I’ll have to get them weapons and teach them how to keep them hidden. I’ve had to keep a few shanks hidden in my rectum back in juvy, but I won’t make them do that. I’ll also have all members of the party wear a uniform. They’ll wear something working class. A red t shirt, a pair of jeans, long socks, and steel toed boots with red laces. Actually, I might have members of the vanguard wear gold laces. All male members will also have to shave their heads. Mine’s already shaved so no skin off my teeth.

Anyway, back to Twilight’s visit. We just sat down and discussed the future of the party. I had a few hours to think about it before Twilight arrived, and I’d already decided on getting myself some bodyguards. I told Twilight my decision and I’m giving her the freedom to choose which three will protect me (I choose three because I need two to cover my flanks and one to cover my rear). I told her to base her decision not only on size, but also on character. I’d rather have a regular 150 lb guy with the heart of a lion on my side than a 250 lb gorilla with the heart of a rabbit. I’m guessing Sunset learned this lesson this morning. It would gravely disappoint me if she didn’t.

We spent the rest of the night just having some lighthearted fun with each other. Played some cards. She had dinner with me, too. She told me that I should come to her house one day so she could show me around. “Why not?” I asked to myself. So she’s going to come to my house tomorrow after school in her car so she could drive me to her place. It’ll be interesting seeing the inside of a rich girl’s house.

Wednesday, October 1, 2013:

I figured there’d be no booze at Twilight’s house, so I got buzzed ahead of time. I also got to reading some of the fiction that’s made the school newspaper’s “Must Read” section. A fantasy book called “Keepers of the Mythical Code”. It’s pretty light and fun reading compared to what I’m used to. It’s a book about this group of assassins who ally themselves with a dwarven kingdom to defend some ancient magical tome from a necromancer and his vast skeleton army. This is some pretty nerdy shit. Twilight would love it. She’s into this nerdy stuff. Fluttershy, on the other hand, still isn’t talking to me. She sent me a hate message, which really isn’t like her considering how docile she normally is. She’s really upset about what I did to Sunset Shimmer’s flunky. The bastard deserved it, but I don’t want to get into it with her.

The vanguard-in-training is already close to finishing the third volume of “Capital”. I’m proud of them. We’ll be moving on to Lenin within a couple weeks. Since there aren’t really any opposing communist sects as far as I’m concerned, I don’t think it’s really necessary to go over books like “Left Communism: An Infantile Disorder”, but I should definitely teach them Lenin’s vanguardism, his works on imperialism, and his contributions to dialectical materialism. They’re soaking it up like sponges at this point. Twilight is doing a really good job of making these ideas palatable to them.

She and I discussed this while we were at her house. She’s read far ahead of everyone else. I bet she gets good grades. She told me that she wants to start reading Trotsky. I told her to be careful when reading him, to think critically, and to pay attention to Stalin’s criticisms of him. I also told her about Trotsky’s unfortunate accident with an ice pick, just to make sure she stays in line.

She has a video game console and a wide screen TV in her room. It’s a PlayStation 3. She likes to play all those middle ages fantast setting games. I just smirked and shook my head at how much of a nerd she is when I saw that pile of game boxes next to that overpriced PlayStation. We played together until late at night. Naturally, she demolished me in that game every single time, but it was all in good fun. Her dad just told us to go to bed. She wants me to sleep in the bed with her. She’s pretty much my girlfriend anyway at this point, so why not?

Thursday, October 2, 2013:

I stayed at Twilight’s for the day. I went ahead and raided the fridge while her lawyer dad was at work and her mom was doing the laundry. There’s some booze, but nothing that’ll even give me a buzz. Just a lone six pack of beer. It’s some rich guy brand, an imported lager, so I decided to drink it anyway just to see how it tasted. This tasted much sharper and crisper than the swill my dad used to get before he switched to the good stuff. This is the first time I’ve ever actually enjoyed booze for anything other than just the alcohol content.

Twilight’s dad came home early. As in, before Twilight. When he saw his beer was gone, he immediately accused me. I gave him some snide comment after I admitted to drinking his beer. He swiftly kicked me out of the house, forcing me to walk something like six miles back home. I’d have beaten the shit out of him and stolen his car if he weren’t Twilight’s father. That means I had to meet up with the vanguard about 20 minutes late. Twilight later told me that she think her father is a dick, and I don’t blame her. I also asked her not to come visit me until next week lest her father become suspicious and look into what we’re doing.

Friday, October 3, 2013:

Twilight finally hand-picked some bodyguards for me. They came to my house after school, in uniform, during my session with the vanguard. These are some pretty muscular guys. I can tell they’re pretty sporty. Two of them are on the basketball team, and another one is a wrestler. To test their mettle, I had them punch each others’ abs multiple times. They were reluctant at first, but out of respect for me, they did what they were told. They punched each other until they were red in the belly, and they showed little sign of pain. That’s a good trait in a fighter. I also gave them a little quiz on the ideology. Simple stuff that every communist should know. They passed with flying colors.

I spent the rest of the day teaching them the hand to hand combat techniques that I learned in jail. I also gave them each flathead screwdrivers that I had them each sharpen with coarse rocks. Why not a knife like me? Because they’re not quite as experienced in keeping that shit hidden as I am. I don’t want them to get in trouble for bringing weapons to school since that would give me unwanted negative publicity.

Saturday, October 4, 2013:

Fluttershy finally got the nerve to message me on Facebook. She said she was sorry for saying nasty things to me, and she wanted to make it up to me today. I gave her my address and a message saying that we shouldn’t let shit like that compromise our friendship. We talked a little bit. She said that Sunset Shimmer has been a bit quieter since that incident with one of her thugs, and that she’s having a pretty hard time spreading nasty rumors about me. I guess the students respect me. Either that, or they fear me. She’s been attacking some other students, however, in an attempt at re-asserting her dominance in my absence. Fluttershy tells me that I’ve gained notoriety by having the party members wear a uniform, and that she didn’t even know about the party until she started seeing several guys and gals in red shirts and steel-toed boots. She also tells me that Shimmer is afraid to attack any student who wears the uniform. She wants to join the party for protection, although she claims not to be a supporter of communism. That can’t happen. I can’t have non-communists join the party

This did give me an idea, though. Sunset Shimmer is afraid of the unity and discipline of the party coupled by my personal reputation. Why not use this to accrue funds? We could use some money to buy more advanced recruitment techniques, and possibly better weapons. From Monday forward, the party will, for a small fee of $50 a week (the rich fucks can pay for it), provide protection for any non-party member. The cash will be rolling in. Of course, Fluttershy was the first to take this very special offer.

Sunday, October 5, 2013:

Twilight sent me a list of about 10 other recruits. I told her about my idea to charge students a weekly fee to keep Sunset Shimmer off their backs. She doesn’t like this business-like method of gathering funds, but she’s willing to make a compromise for the good of the party.

Just imagine what we could do with, say, 100 students giving us $50 each every week. That’s $5000 a week! $20000 a month! Imagine the kinds of things we can do with that money. We can actually set up a proper hotline service that caters to more than just recruitment. We can rent a music studio and make music CD’s for the party. We can get animators to make propaganda videos. We can bribe the cops to make them turn a blind eye to our less… lawful activities. The sky’s the limit. This time next week, the party will be one of the school’s most powerful forces.

To celebrate, I got piss stinking drunk. Someone knocked on my door as I was just finishing my third bottle of vodka. It was Fluttershy. I got pissed at her because she didn’t come yesterday like she said. Everything was really blurry at that time, but I remember grabbing at her titties and trying to take her clothes off in a drunken stupor, saying something about her making it up to me by letting me fuck her. She ran away in a fright, but not before she took a picture of my room on her phone.

Monday, October 6, 2013:

Just walking into the school, I could see the flyers everywhere. “Harassed by bullies? Donate a small fee of $50 every Friday to the Students’ Democratic Committee for our anti-bullying services! Contact us at our number to ask about us!” It also gives a PO box to what is apparently where we’re going to collect.

Of course, just having armed bodyguards and students in uniform who respect and follow me is a great feeling. Sunset Shimmer knows what it’s like to be feared. Now I know what it’s like to be both loved and feared. She’s losing power quickly. I can smell it.

Even in AP English, I get a sense of her newfound weakness. I make sure to smile and wave to her. She normally just gives me a rude look, which I just let slide because I get off on it, but no more. She doesn’t raise her hand up very often anymore. I tap her on the shoulder at random times in class to annoy her. She gets really angry. And when she gets angry, I get a stiffy. I’d keep doing it at certain points until the teacher catches me and tells me to quit it. Before I stop, I make sure I give the teacher a snarky comment.

The vanguard has been studying Lenin for quite some time. Since they’ve been reading his works, I’ve noticed more cohesiveness and discipline in the ranks. It is at this point I decided for the party to have a salute. I really like the Nazi salute, but that’s taken, and doing it with a closed fist is just cheap. I’ve come up with the following: extend the right arm forward, at chest level, with the arm bent at a 90 degree angle. I guess it’ll do. I’ve given the vanguard the task of teaching this new salute to the recruits.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. Did some homework and re-read some Marx and Engels. “Anti-During” is interesting as always.

Tuesday, October 7, 2013:

Some of the outer party members caught Snips and Snails, Sunset Shimmer’s closest lackeys and possible sex slaves, tearing down our posters. Snips? Didn’t I kick his ass last month? Whatever. From what I hear, the damage was pretty brutal. Some broken bones and skin. The two party members who beat them up brandished knuckle dusters. The police are still looking for the perpetrators. I know who did it, though, and I personally walked up to them between second and third period and shook their hands. Not many outer party members get to meet me personally, so I imagine it’s quite an honor for them.

Twilight told me during vanguard hour that too much of this sort of this violence could be bad for the party’s relations with the other students, though. I assured her that we wouldn’t touch any student who doesn’t directly oppose us.

Wednesday, October 8, 2013:

Twilight just introduced me to a most promising recruit. A top-grade year AP Advanced Chemistry student named Sweetie Belle. Ah, such things the party could do with such a comrade! And her knowledge of the ideology could rival some members of the vanguard! This is a good day for communism. This one is something special to be sure. The only problem is she’s really young, and her two less important friends, Applebloom and Scootaloo, also wanted to join. Scootaloo is in my Engineering class, but I hadn’t really noticed her up until now.

Twilight decided to come stay with me for the night, too. We were playing cards when she suddenly pulled my head to her lips and tuck her tongue in my mouth. I don’t really feel like writing smut at the moment, but one thing led to another, and we had passionate, non-drunken sex. I have no idea what made her do it. I guess she was just in the mood.

Thursday, October 9, 2013:

I saw one of the outer party members consoling a non-party member, a petite little girl, who was in some corner crying about something. This looked like something that concerned me (I have to make sure comrades aren’t arbitrarily attacking non-members), so I decided to go take a look.

The comrade told me that this little girl couldn’t afford the fee, so some of Sunset Shimmer and a couple of her lackeys stripped her to her underwear and tied her to a pole overnight, leaving her to freeze in the cold. Oh, that Sunset Shimmer. I swear she’s the sexiest girl alive.

Still, I know just how that little girl feels. Some of the local gangs at Manehattan Middle School would demand protection fees not unlike the party’s. I had to fight off bullies all the time because I barely made enough money by robbing wanderers into unsafe places to feed my family. Sometimes I got lucky, but I usually got my ass kicked. I hadn’t been given the inmate’s introduction to manhood at that time, so I was too afraid to fight back. To cope, I would sneak into my dad’s booze cabinet and help myself to his cheap vodka. It dulled the pain just enough for me to go on.

However, what I do know is that people like this girl don’t need money. They need camaraderie and a place where they belong. Besides, I just can’t start making these kinds of exceptions. It’s bad for business. So instead of giving this girl my blessing from the party, I gave her something better: a copy of the Communist Manifesto, a flyer with the party’s contact info, and some reassuring words. In return, she smiled and gave me a hug. I have to remember to keep doing these kinds of things. A reputation as a nice man will get me far. Plus, I’m fairly certain we got ourselves a zealous recruit today.

Friday, October 10, 2013:

Twilight just gave me a count of the number of students who are paying for protection. 103. Doing the math in my head, that’s a big wad of cash. She says we’ll have the money by tomorrow, each $50 in an envelope with the name and student number of each payer so we can keep track of who’s paying their full dues and who’s not. She also tells me that there are a fair amount of students who don’t really believe in the ideology and just pay lip service to join the party in an attempt at getting protection without having to pay dues. I told Twilight that these individuals will be allowed to join, but punishments for deriding party doctrine, defaming party individuals (especially members of the vanguard), and failing to carry out their duty in any capacity will be far more severe than ever before. Even a single infraction concerning these will result in eviction from the party and intense beating. Twilight was offended that I would let in such insincere non-ideologues, but I told her that these people would be in our ranks no matter what we do, so we should create certain rules to weed them out. I’m convinced that comrades who do these things neither in public nor private will come to believe in the ideology if they don’t already.

Saturday, October 11, 2013:

That wonderful comrade, Twilight Sparkle, came to my house personally with the full money count of $5150. We connected with the entire vanguard on Skype, and we talked about what we were going to do with the money. After some discussion, we decided to make propaganda in the form of music. What kind of music? We discussed the different cliques and their distinct tastes in music. We didn’t want to recruit any hipsters because they represent a pretty big portion of our protection money and they would make poor recruits. Loser and bums are… well, losers and bums. Not good party material. We really would like to appeal to jocks and the few students who come from proletarian background. Twilight and I are divided on whether or not we really want to target the nerdy kids. This division is pretty much based on how well we think they could apply their smarts for the good of the party (chemistry and engineering are a couple exceptions to my rule that nothing nerds like is useful). There are some other cliques, but they never really came up as important. So we’ve decided on focusing on two genres: rock, rap, and country. We’ll make CD’s for each genre. For this, we’ll dedicate a budget of $3000. There being five police officers, we will pay each of them $200 each week to turn a blind eye to any and all party activities within reason. The rest will be saved in a comrade’s personal safe.

Who would create such music for us? DJ-PON3 is a student at the school who pays us protection money. The vanguard seems to agree that she would be fairly cheap for the fairly decent skills she would employ. She is no sympathizer for the cause, so we have no choice but to pay her generously for her services. Her ability to synthesize certain sounds on sound generation programs and her connections in the music industry will ensure that she does a good job.

Sunday, October 12, 2013:

There is a comrade in the outer party who is a passing acquaintance of DJ-PON3. Luckily, he knows her address. Nobody asked how. He probably stalks her or something. Anyway, I had a group of three vanguard members go to her house in uniform and strike a deal with her. We’d give her the $3000. In return, she would give us 3 labeled CD’s, each representing one of the genres we chose, each with several pro-communist songs, giving her the ability to spend however much of the money she needs. Each song would have to be approved by these vanguard members. The way I hear it, she thought it a pretty lucrative deal. We’re giving her two weeks to make these songs and have them finished. If she doesn’t, then we’ll get our money back with or without the use of force, depending on the situation.

Monday, October 13, 2013:

I’m looking around the lunchroom and I see this group of clowns in costumes that resemble the uniforms of the party, except their shirts are black and their laces are white. They would give each other the Nazi salute as a greeting and a farewell while saying “hail the fuehrer”. The fuehrer? Who is the son of a bitch who is trying to get power in MY school? My first thought was that, maybe, Sunset Shimmer had something to do with this, and she might even be this “fuehrer” they’re talking about.

I commissioned Twilight to interrogate her personally. She tells me she took two female outer party comrades and dragged her into a stall in the girls’ bathroom during 4th period. Despite threats to torture her, she remained defiant. Twilight felt compelled to let one of the comrades who brandished a knuckle duster punch her just below the stomach (very sensitive area for a girl). After wailing in terrible pain, she said she had no clue who the fuehrer was. Twilight actually said that she was starting to feel sympathy for Shimmer, but her iron dedication to the cause allowed her to move forward. She and a comrade pinned Shimmer’s arms to one of the walls of the stall, making sure she couldn’t cover her sensitive area. However, before another punch could be made, she spilled the beans to Twilight. Twilight tells me that the ringleader is no student, but a teacher! My most dedicated comrade assured me that Sunset Shimmer has nothing to do with this fascist uprising. According to Sunset Shimmer, this blackshirt organization was created by an AP Economics teacher and staunch fascist named Bolt Rune with the aim of limiting communist power, and ultimately destroying the party.

I and the vanguard discussed this vigorously. This is a teacher, so no doubt he’s subjecting select students to his brand of mental illness four or five hours a day, and is actually gaining support. It’s mostly ex-flunkies of Sunset Shimmer who no longer fear or respect her seeing as she’s faced constant humiliation at the hands of the party. Shimmer, although not being nearly as strong as she was before I arrived, still has a handful of loyal followers (including Snips and Snails), and still presents a slight danger to some of the weaker students. Therefore, students are still willing to pay for protection, but the fascists are attempting to undersell us by 50%. We need to destroy this counterrevolutionary organization before our hegemony is compromised.