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Comrades! This has been a month of capitalist acrobatics. Stockmarkets around the world have furled and unfurled themselves in increasingly surprising and improbable ways, much to the consternation of herds of investors whose retirements swell and burst with the moods of some Boys in the City. Disputes over Zimbabwean property, and Comrade Robert Mugabe's spry evasions of reason and popular will, continue to stretch Southern Africa. And the world's most successful capitalist, William Gates, is twisting a little in the wind, courtesy of the United States courts. The Turtle has proven itself equally lithe this month, with a small spray of new articles and contributions. Bob Torres has breached linguistic barriers by translating a letter by his friend, the poet Francisco Javier Cubero, on the ETA bombings in Spain. We are also proud to announce the addition of the Network of Alternative Resistance's fine Manifesto to the Permanent Manifesto Exhibit at the Library of the Turtle. Together with a sprinkling of New Dictionary Entries, and a Posthumous Salute to the life and work of the late Bernie Grant (coming soon!) the Turtle continues to swell with content. We have recently revived the Comrade of the Month slot, in which we recognise the forces of reaction. Last month, the Turtle acknowledged Cardinal Biffi, potential next-Pope, and a man who believes that the anti-Christ is already among us, fornicating and eating Tofu. The Turtle welcomes your nominations for future Comrades of the Month. Also in the not too distant future, expect Experimental Insomnia and ruminations on the theme of Peace and Plenty to gently gurgle out of our production pipeline. Yet it is fair to say that while last month's progress came largely in terms of content, this month's is mostly form -- for the Turtle's Revolutionary Praxis affirms the dialectical interpenetration of each with the other. We are proud, then, to announce that the Turtle's peregrinations are at an end! After nearly two years of nomadism, the Turtle has found a home in cyberspace as permanent as the revolution is inevitable. You can visit the People's Beast at its splendid and memorable new residence: <http://www.voiceoftheturtle.org> With this move, we're pleased to celebrate the return of The Turtle's Digital Paraphernalia. Our fully functioning guestbook, under-utilised in its previous incarnation, is ready to receive and publish your views, comments, responses, critical feedback, loopy opinions and favourite recipes. The Permanent Revolutionary Slogan Generator is back on-line, welcoming you to the Turtle's home page welcomes you with some stirring words, randomly plucked from the Turtle's data archives. And we're exceptionally pleased to be able to unveil a new feature on the welcome page. Click on 'Home', and you'll be confronted with today's date according to the French Revolutionary Calendar, which flourished from 1793 to 1805, for a brief period again in Paris in 1871, and now lives again in Glorious Turtle Format, shattering the hegemony of Gregorian Orthodoxy and raising our spirits to new heights. Engineering the code for the Calendar required a non-trivial amount of work from one of our leading shock workers, Comrade Steve Pugh, and we are happy to celebrate his Jacobin achievement by bestowing upon him the honour of Stakhanovite of the Month for April 2000. And so we end this month's missive not only with a call for articles, poetry, random thoughts, polemic and bile, but also with a happy call, once again, for your slogans -- for the Adage Archive of the Turtle -- your comments -- in the Turtle's guestbook. Armed with these new weapons of struggle, the Turtle's total domination of cyberspace seems closer than ever. Avanti popolo! The Editors
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