Luigi Galleani - New General Megathread for the 12th of August 2023
On August 12, 1861 was born in Vercelli (Piemont, Italy) the militant, thinker and anarcho-communist propagandist Luigi Galleani, known under various pseudonyms (Gigione, Antonio Valenza, Luigi Pimpino, etc.). Born into a middle-class family, his parents are Clemente Galleani, a primary school teacher, and Olimpia Bonino. As a young man he became interested in politics and in 1881 he enrolled in the Faculty of Law in Torí. In his early years he was a militant in republicanism and garibaldism, collaborating in the democratic newspaper L'Operaio of Vercelli.
In 1885, already anarchist and after abandoning his studies to devote himself to militancy, he founded in Vercelli the newspaper La Boje and collaborated in La Questione Sociale of Torí. After leaving with his family, he directed a workers' league in Vercelli and organized a large number of conferences in various Piedmontese localities.
In 1886 he took an active part in the vaguístic movement of Torí d'aquell, which ended with a harsh police repression. Between 1887 and 1888 he was one of the animators of the full anarcho-socialist La Gazetta Operaiai of Torí and between 1888 and 1889 of La Nuova Gazetta Operaiai. He participated in the III Congress of the Partit Obrer Italià (POI) held in Pavia and collaborated in its organ of expression, Fascio Operaio. In September 1888, in Bologna, during the IV Congress of the POI, he unsuccessfully tried to get the revolutionary and abstentionist line adopted.
In 1889, a year of important workers' agitation and wandering forces, he stood out as an activist and, sought by the authorities, he first went into exile in Switzerland, where he attended the University of Geneva, but he was expelled as an agitator after having organized in that city a tribute to the Haymarket martyrs. Afterwards he went to France, where, as a result of his activities, he was arrested and imprisoned, but he was released thanks to the intervention of the socialist Alexandre Millerand, requested by the libertarian revolutionary Amilcare Cipriani.
In October 1890 he returned to Switzerland and in December of that year he was arrested, along with other companions (Paul Bernard, Giuseppe H. Rovigo, etc.), for having distributed a trilingual anarchist manifesto. Released to the Italian authorities, he was able to benefit from an amnesty.
On January 6, 1891 he participated in the Capolago Congress (Ticino, Switzerland) where he defended Errico Malatesta's thesis of creating an authentic anarchist organization that would embrace the entire Italian peninsula (Partit Socialista Anàrquic). In April 1891, at the International Conference for Workers' Rights, held in Milan, he made a speech against the legalistic tendencies of the workers' movement and presented a motion in favor of the organization of demonstrations for the First of May. In August 1892 he participated as a delegate in the Geneva Congress of the International Workingmen's Association (IWA). At the end of 1892 and the beginning of 1893 he was implicated in the trial for "association of fraudsters" in Genoa, along with 35 other anarchists, and in June he was sentenced to three years in prison.
He was imprisoned in Parma, and soon after he was confined to Pantelleria. There he met his future companion, Maria Ralló, with whom he would have two children. He also made friends with prominent anarchist and socialist militants (Nunzio Valenza, G. D'Ancona, G. Errera, Giovanni Gavilli, Galileo Palla, Emidio Recchioni, etc.). On November 2, 1899 he promoted the publication of the single issue of I Morti, published in Ancona by Alfredo Lazzari and which was an anti-parliamentary and anti-legalist answer to the proposal of a socialist deputy to present to the elections many imprisoned anarchist militants in order to obtain their freedom.
At the end of 1899, after reading this publication, a student, helped by his father, captain of a ship, facilitated the escape of Galleani and his company from Pantelleria and was able to reach Tunisia and then Malta, where, under the false identity of Antonio Valenza, he arrived in Egypt, first in Alexandria and then in Caire, where he made contact with the European libertarian movement. In 1900, after the attack of Gaetano Bresci against King Humbert I, he was arrested, but not extradited.
Then he left for London, where in October 1901 he embarked for the United States. On arrival he replaced, from October 26, 1901, Giuseppe Ciancabilla in the direction of the newspaper La Questione Sociale, which was published in Patterson (New York, USA), a city that had an important presence of Italian immigrant anarchists.
An outstanding lecturer and supporter of direct action and insurrection, in the United States he became one of the most intransigent opponents of the organizational tendency of the libertarian movement. In 1902 he went on a propaganda tour through Vermont and Connecticut. On June 18, 1902 he led the Patterson textile workers' strike; a talented speaker, at a rally in Saals Park, in the Haledon neighborhood of Patterson, attended by 8,000 people, incited the vaguistas to demonstrate their demands and the provocation of a foreman turned the demonstration into a riot.
Martial law was decreed between June 20 and July 2 and the march was suppressed. Fired with a gunshot wound, he had to escape from detention by going to Mont-real (Quebec, Canada). He returned clandestinely to the United States the following year under the name of Luigi Pimpino and settled in Barre (Vermont), where on June 6, 1903 he began to publish the anarcho-communist Italian-language weekly Cronaca Sovversiva, which would be published until 1919. In 1906, with the advice of the chemist and explosives expert Ettore Molinari, he published the booklet La Salute è in voi!, which explained how to make a bomb, but he made a mistake in the transcription of the formula of the nitroglycerin that Molinari had given him and caused more than one explosion to militants who tried to make it; in 1908 he made the pertinent correction that was published in Cronaca Sovversiva.
At that time he maintained a hard controversy with the anarchist advocate and propagandist Francesco Saverio Merlino and with the socialist journalist Giacinto Menotti Serrati, editor of the newspaper Il Proletario of New York; the latter discovered his true identity to the North American authorities and was arrested and extradited to Paterson where he was tried in April 1907 and acquitted. In 1912 he moved to Lynn (Massachusetts) where he continued his propaganda work. During the Great War he criticized the interventionist anarchists and organized a large number of meetings against the war and against compulsory conscription.
In 1914 he published Faccia a facciao col nemico. Between 1914 and 1919 a wave of attacks carried out by Galleanists was unleashed in the USA (New York, Chicago, Boston, San Francisco, Milwaukee, Washington, etc.) and the North American authorities decided to put an end to the instigator of the movement. After the suspension of Cronaca Sovversiva on July 18, 1918 -according to the Law of October 1917 that obliged all the newspapers in non-English language to carry the translation of the articles about the war-, the publication of some clandestine issues until March 1919 and the confrontations that started during the celebration of the First of May in New York, he was arrested and on June 26, 1919 he was extradited according to the "Anarchist Exclusion Act" and the "Sedition Act" of 1918, with other companions, to Italy, where he arrived in July in Gènova. Establishing in Torí, with Raffaele Schiavina (Max Sartin), who had also been expelled from the U.S.A., I reprised the edition of Cronaca Sovversiva, publishing 19 numbers between January 17 and October 2, 1920. Also in 1920 and in Torí, it published A Stormo, the manager of which was Pietro Rayneri, a newspaper of which 4,000 copies were published destined to the USA.
On October 28, 1922 he was sentenced by the Court of Torí to 14 months in prison for a press crime. On January 1924 he was released, but his health was damaged. Constantly watched by the feixist police, he did not have the strength to go to France as many of his companions did. In 1925 he published La fine dell'anarchismo? In November 1926, after Anteo Zamboni's attack against Benito Mussolini, he was arrested and confined to Lipari for three years. During his confinement in this Tyrrhenian village he was again sentenced to nine months in prison for having insulted the Duce.
In February 1930 he was released and his companions Pasquale Binazzi and Zelmira Peroni took him to their residence in Caprigliola, where he was constantly watched by the fascist authorities. Luigi Galleani died of a heart attack on November 4, 1931 in Caprigliola (Tuscany, Italy). In November 1933, on the second anniversary of his death, the anarchist group "I Liberi" of New London (Connecticut, USA) published a single issue of Cronaca Sovversiva in his honor. In 1935 his work Aneliti e singulti was published posthumously.
Remember nerds just like in the old site, no current struggle session discussion here on the new general megathread, i will ban you from the comm and remove your comment, have a good day/night :meow-coffee:
Always been "left" but there were sooooo many lies about "tankies" that it took me forever to get to this point 🤦♀️
I'm quite embarrassed that for so long I thought I had radical beliefs but in effect was just another lib.
Also having an existential crisis at the moment from realizing the evil empire that I'm a part of and that I can't personally do much about it in rural-white-land and I think I might actually not be able to even work at a job 😱😭 I'm not even a good marxist
As I'm getting older, I'm starting to realize that your social network (your connections and relationships with people) is the most valuable thing you own. (Unless you have a gaming PC. In that case, the gaming PC is the most valuable thing you own.)
The one question everyone asks is “Why?” It’s so cliche that I was sick of hearing it before I even got here, before I was even asked. I used to dismiss it by saying that I simply like to walk. But the actual reason I’m here has been clear for a while now. It hasn’t been to find myself. I did that a long time ago. It’s been to find other people.
For years I’ve been living alone, traveling alone, sleeping alone, existing alone. It’s made me a much stronger, more self-reliant person but at a cost. I’ve felt so apart from everyone and everything, and then when my friends bailed to go Ukraine it only made me feel more estranged.
Then I got here and made all those friends and everything was excellent, until those friends went away and I was thrown back into loneliness. That wasn’t how the Camino story is supposed to go. I was supposed to make a friend for life on day one and we’d walk into Santiago together triumphant, sharing in our victory.
Was I going to end up in Santiago alone? Would I be alone…forever?
NOPE BITCH
On the LAST FUCKING DAY not only did I manage to find a boy with a crush on me but we also met two other people and formed an instant, spectacular four person hiking team. The thing that was supposed to happen back on day one? Yeah it happened to me on the last day instead. Go figure.
First there’s the guy who likes me, and credit to him because this man got up at 4am and walked 45 kilometers with/for me. What a legend. We got chocolate waffles for breakfast and had a really cute 7am date at a coffee shop. He’s awesome.
Then we ran into the other two, a woman from Australia and a French speaking Belgium guy. Of course the guy who likes me is also a French speaking Belgian guy. Go figure.
At first I wanted nothing to do with them, especially because Australia is stone fucking cold gorgeous. She literally looks like a model, and I mean literally because she is one. I immediately got nervous that Belgium was going to drop me for her but he made it clear throughout the day that he’s still crushing on me pretty hard. Aww.
Once we all started talking it became clear that the four of us have extremely similar hobbies, lefty politics, all kinds of stuff. Fast, fast friends. Within hours it was like we’d been walking together for a month.
There’s just too much to recap. I can’t do it. I love these people.
We’re waking up at 3am. Australia and I are both putting on fancy dresses and makeup. Then we’re walking 25km through the dark to reach the city of Saint James.
In one day I went from doing it alone to doing it with four people who mean the world to me.
It wasn’t like the stories but in the end I got it. I got my why. I fucking won.
Sad, no energy, feeling hopeless, all the food in the freezer looks awful and I don't have anything fresh and couldn't cook it if I did.
My people don't check in on me. They all know I have severe depression. I've been extremely, loudly open about it for well over a decade. They don't check in. They don't just send me pictures of their cat, or little texts, or shit. Literally two people on the entire planet call me, one once ever month or two, one twice a year.
This is what men are talking about when they say that no one will give them emotional support. You can be the most I go to therapy, I'm in touch with my feelings, I have conversed with my inner traumas, I am emotionally mature motherfucker on the planet, and it doesn't matter because by and large, in most subcultures in America, people do not emotionally support men. Feminists, commies, a lot of queer people, all the people you'd think would push back on this shit, would recognize the problem, would recognize when men are trying to not be the stoic rage exploding asshole that Patriarchy demands at them. It's not everyone, sometimes you get lucky. But you're getting lucky.
If you want any kind of comfort, or succor, or support, or just acknowledgement you have to beg for it. Most of the time all you'll get if you post the most emotionally naked, stripped to the bone, raw pain is a bunch of heart emojis on facebook.
I didn't go and learn how to articulate my feelings, temper my rage, speak to people from a place of compassion, and all that other good stuff because I expected to get something out of it tit for tat, but god I wish I had a community that actually wrestled with the patriarchal rejection of men as emotional people and broke with the cultural violence of ignoring, shunning, or shaming them.
I try, you know, to support people. I check in, send people memes and shit every few days, ask how they're doing, because that's what I'd like them to do for me. I try to talk to people when they're feeling bad. But I can't do it very much. I've got type II bipolar. It's the second most disruptive common mental illness after Schizophrenia. There just isn't enough of me left.
Zoomers. I need you to understand; that awesome picture from the 70s? the 80s? the 90s? it reeked of rancid tobacco. the walls had a yellow crust of congealed nicotine. there was ash on the floors, in the rugs, on the couches. little round burnmarks everywhere. the oppressive pallour of tobacco was everywhere, inescapable.
turning a big dial taht says "UNLIMITED GENOCIDE ON THE FIRST WORLD" on it and constantly looking back at the audience for approval like a contestant on the price is right
Most people on lemmy.world are left-leaning and then everyone from hexbear.net goes over to there, calls them "libs" and shits on them. "Suck off a lib and a fascist comes?" good stuff from a Hexbear admin.
The hexbear mental health comm has disappeared so I'm just gonna post my rant here
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I hate the word "neurodivergent"
It's just another way of saying you're weird. A weirdo. An outsider. Unusual. Abnormal. It's another playground bully insult but wrapped up in a sciency sounding 'PC' coating. Outside of some very specific/niche spaces it's just used to patronize. "Neurodivergent" requires "neurotypical" to exist, which is just ridiculous. What does that mean? How do you define it and where is the line? Who falls in the category of "neurotypical"? Why is someone who murders people with a drone considered "typical" but I am considered "divergent" because I was abused as a child? It's entirely arbitrary and just used to uphold the current cultural hegemony.
NGL I sorta emotionally side with Russia, like I want them to win in the same childish way people want their football clubs to win. But in the end, they're still a regional capitalist power.
it's cruelty to force a woman only put on this earth to defy the volcel police to work at a job for money. i should get a thousand dollars every time i **** * ****. ** *** **** ******
Had a dream I was talking with Zizek and a tenured university professor who specialized in Lacan. Was asking questions trying to understand and after a while the professor said "to be perfectly honest, I have no idea about any of this shit, I don't understand Lacan"
Hot take incoming: I spent all day yesterday playing Baldur's Gate 3, which just confirmed my opinion that Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous is the best CRPG of recent years. There's just no comparison.
I saw a really cute spider and spiders are just cool. I'm not sure which spider this was, I think a wolf spider? I dunno, but it's a spider and it's cute
remembering that time I got dogpiled and called homophobic for using the word cocksucker but then like 3 months later the exact same people upvoted the shit out of Naomi Wu calling someone a cocksucker
Talking on some drama thread about the federation shit and about how theres been a bunch of lemmy freaks literally coming here and calling people "removeds(anti asian slur that white grandparents would say)", and some debatelord chud who was whining about how hexbear calls people "liberal cucks" too much chimes in with "well ngl I cant have too much sympathy for them, one time someone on hexbear told me that the holodomor didnt happen, and also they let people defend russia on there"
Not too shocked, but my mom does indeed have COVID after a couple of positive tests today. Her test a couple of days ago came back negative, but she at least put on a mask and isolated as much as possible.
Someone at work also went sick as fuck. He is out of sick days so he ended up going to work, but seemingly made no effort to ar least mask up to help protect others. He says his COVID test was negative, but that doesn't mean much.
Mishka Yaponchik (born Moisei Wolfovich Vinnitsky; 30 October 1891 – 29 July 1919)[1][2] was an Odesa gangster, Jewish revolutionary, and a Soviet military leader.
Hell yeah
At the time of the Jewish pogroms in October 1905 Vinnitsky participated in the Jewish self-defense. Later he joined the organization of anarchists-communists Molodaya Volya (Young Will).
Hell yeah
Vinnitsky made a special boot-shining box in which he placed explosives. Vinnitsky would sit on the corner of Dalnytska Street and Steep Street and ask passers-by if they wanted their boots cleaned. This activity was annoying the chief of the local precinct. One day, however, a slightly-inebriated precinct chief placed his boot on the cleaning box. After cleaning his boots, Vinnitsky lit the explosives and managed to run away,
HELL YEAH
During the evacuation from the city of the last retreating Austrian and German forces on 12 December 1918 Yaponchik made a successful raid on the city jail freeing numerous detainees
HELL YEAH
After Odesa was taken by the Red Army, some evidence suggests him being in charge of an armored train to defeat the Nykyfor Hryhoriv's mutiny.
Red Army men of Yaponchik did not have a uniform,[...] Many of them wore boaters and top hats
The moist uprising against the dry bois was the largest and most comprehensive humidity revolution in history, and led to almost totally-equal redistribution of water among the hydration-deprived people.
Dog thrashed a porcupine yesterday and I spent 4 hours and nearly half a paycheck at the emergency vet getting the quills out. No way I could have done it myself without an IV sedative at least. He’s old and used to have heartworm too, so anesthesia was uncomfortably risky. Bitch ass porcupine just sauntered off like nothing happened. Not the sort of evening I was expecting.
Went to jam session last night, the lesson with the classical dude has paid divedends. The man himself is weird but only in the best way, truly has my respect. Every drum stroke is many strokes, its amazing.
The jam itself we played Lullaby in Birdland, some Charlie Parker head and Softly as a Morning Sunrise as a hip hop thing. They reallly like my backbeat stuff, it inspired everyone to play backbeat stuff each jam session I go to now.
Went to a hang afterwards, I realized these guys always hang and thats why I'm not getting gigs lol. I dont like hanging out I like to be on the internet and practice all day. 😑
Brought the corgi to mutual aid this morning, she was very well behaved. Taking her for free glamor shots at our bar, then getting ready to have friends over and smoke fish tonight.
New laptop comes today so tomorrow I'll be setting it up. I think the first game I play to test the 3080ti will be the new God of War.
Tfw you max shit at above 1080p for the first time
Indiana Jones but he's a grizzled Chinese archeologist and his assistant is a little 40s white kid saying stuff like "gee golly, where are we headed next Dr Jiang?"
and Noname is clearly making a point but I think the track just takes away from the rest of the album and is getting her review bombed, it's in imo poor taste and definitely could have been done without doing a cheeky Jay Electronica Rothschild reference, like the lyric is about Jay sawing the Roth family in half, which eludes to him having an affair with someone with the last name Rothschild and breaking up their marriage, but like oh what if there was a double entendre there, oh what if there wasn't, am I antisemetic or are you the woke mob who already thinks I'm antisemetic because im in the Nation of Islam and included a lyric about a biblical passage that antisemites invoke in a past track and your opinion of me won't change regardless so why shouldn't I say this thing where it can be ambigious etc.
Interested in seeing how covers this track and the response to it
I also learned reading about this that Jay Electronica jokingly referred to himself as Jaydolf Spitler in a track which is for sure something
True capitalism has never been tried is funny bcos why would you try? You already got the bag and theres no inherent humanistic goal in the ideology to do better or be more pure
Played a ttrpg with some buddies. One guy made his character based on chuck norris and the GM included stephen colbert and jon stewart as npcs. Is this what it's like to be a boomer and have all your cultural references be 15+ years out of date?
It really annoys me when people refer to the longer (US theatrical) version of The Shining as the "Directors Cut", when in fact Stanley Kubrick actually preferred the shorter European cut of the film. He shortened the film in response to negative reviews that felt the US version was too long, which he agreed with. All of the scenes cut for the European release are unnecessary and provide information that is later revealed in the film anyway. These scenes slow down the pacing of the film and break up the tension, which is why they were cut.
Both versions of the film are good and worth watching, but it's a shame that the shorter, and frankly superior, cut is not widely available and practically impossible to find in the US (except via piracy, search "The Shining International" on 1337x.to if you want to watch it).
I'm just tired of the prevailing attitude that "more movie = more gooder" when it comes to classic films, when in fact brevity is incredibly important to filmmaking and storytelling in general. While extended versions of films are sometimes better, they're often worse (Apocalypse Now Redux and the director's cut of Donnie Darko are also good examples of this).
Instead of spoiler warnings for media, we should just start randomly posting an equal amount of disinformation about the media in question.
Cant be spoiled if most of the shit said is lies.
Every time I see a soy face YouTube thumbnail or some soulless TikTok video I can't help but imagine that person's life when the camera is off. Just sitting in a dark room, no joy nor sorrow on their face as they stare dead eyed at a blank screen until their google alert notifies them of a new zoomer trend they need to capitalize on.
It must be really weird for the other instances when thirty forty of us show up armed with bizarre, opaque in-jokes, huge numbers of ultra-specific emojis, and mountains of supporting evidence and just overrun some poor sap with bad politics.
Like what would that look like from outside? It'd look like a brigade, sure, but what kind of brigade shows up and starts giving everyone stickers and reading lists?
I found a new thing I probably should talk to my therapist about, however I feel like im probably being too much for my therapist, esp. oversharing some things. I dunno. I'm trying not to like overthink things and trying to assume she's fine with dealing with me, since no issues so far or anything, but a part of me just looking for reasons that eventually she gonna ditch me, despite like only having two sessions so far.
We've all been having a little bit of culture shock dealing with all the liberals lately and I'm not exceptional in being out of practice. There's one kind of liberal/chud I never really knew how to deal with if you're supposed to deal with them at all. It's the "pretend I didn't hear anything you said" asshole.
I liked the part of Oppenheimer that focused on the development of pigpoopballs and the horrifying consequences, but the bits about how unfair it was to get defederated from lemmyworld went on for a little too long.
I got a copy of Mutual Aid: A Factor in Evolution I've been meaning to tuck into but i'm covering a coworker's vacation until the end of the month. Six day work week moment
Every single time I see the "the curtains are just blue" thing I get so irrationally annoyed. Sometimes authors literally do just write shit without putting significant thought into it, not everything is part of some grand plan to layer metaphor and meaning, and quite often the immediate takeaway from a given work has nothing to do with the author's intention i.e. Ray Bradbury being all "Fahrenheit 451 is about how TV is bad actually"
it comes off to me as some bizarre extreme inverse of people who can't read critically at all, this obsessive "there's meaning in EVERY WORD, DUMMY" condescension
I finished the "this gym of mine" pokemon fangame, its was short mostly took long because i started doing other things, one criticism of it i have its that the game doesnt really tells you the lvl you should be at, so you dont know if you are underlevel or overlevel until you open your gym and have to fight 5 battles in a row.
the game was over when i got volcanora, he pretty much kills everything with fiery dance, i also got a haxarus and mimikyu to deal with pokemon that were good vs bug mons, there are really few good bug mons in the game too, only heracross and vivilion are the really good ones you can catch, the rest are just weak.
i like they game was kinda hard with pokemon going for hazards and having good movepools but when you can control your evs and ivs its kinda unfair in some ways.
over all i say it was good 8/10, the story was fine, if i play again i would play ghost since apparently you can get like 4 ghost mons in the first route and cave before you first gym fight, i say its probably the hardest with ice since you get new ice mons until the mid game or dragon since they are all weak until lvl 50s and you fight a few fairy trainers
Imagine for a second being a human who decides, “Yeah, I think I totally want to run a brand account on tik tok and make comments about some of the products the brand has to offer!”
Wonder if civ players still do "democracy" games, where you vote for a leader, pass them the save file, and they get a certain amount of turns. Those were always kinda cool
Should I stop telling Zoomers not to worry about college debt because they'll never be able to pay it back anyway and the world will be radically destabilized over the next few decades, so get whatever loans you can and go get a degree because what are they going to do? Squeeze blood from a stone?
Realistically I don't think Ogami Itto could actually kill like fifty guys, no matter how good he as at walking down the Demon Road to Hell. That's a bit of exaggeration.
cw: complaining about weed again, melodramatic mention of suicide at the end
At first I enjoyed my job shutting down with the school year but i really don't enjoy the constant interruptions to my paychecks. I don't enjoy being paid every 2 weeks, meaning every time we start back up Im waiting like 3 fucking weeks on a paycheck. I need like 6 more fucking paychecks to get barely caught up with what I owe my partner for rent (recently, I still owe her for like 8 months from last year) and then maybe I can finally buy the carbon filters and whatever other bullshit I need to safely grow weed in my closet. I need to fucking grow it myself because if I have to spend one more year with random weeks of anhedonia and shitty sleep and no appetite because my dealers can't figure their shit out I'm going to want to just fucking end it. I literally can't live like this.
I just learned the word "starchitect" as in star architect. It took my dyslexic brain a couple extra seconds to get it because I got confused: "starch-i-tect?"
Btw it is a rightful accusation of being called "dumb", if I was saying that it's minimizing racism if one said that Black people should accept minor acts of racism because some people can still be nice and that "people will never be better"?
Just getting around to the newer God of War series where the guy has a beard and a kid. Heard all kinds of hype around it. Hate it. Hate the tight over the shoulder camera. Hate how it slows down the gameplay and turns every game that uses it into the Calisto Protocol. Hate whacking and waiting to block and whacking again. I thought I was going to get dodge rolling and a combo counter.
had volo pull out my eye today, only to get a better magic eye that can see invis, and also read the book of the dead to get speak with dead permanently. wild game, wonder what other crazy shit i'll run into.