Bushwah

These plays, one and all, were either sentimental bushwah or tragic nonsense.

This death or glory stuff is all bushwah, except with nuts; and those, you don’t want. An outfit of smart guys, always trying to figure the opposition before the opposition figures them; they can take, any time, any day, an outfit of nuts wound up to crash their planes into something.

“[…] They’re not taken in by all that socialist bullsh—” He cleared his throat. “Bushwah.”

Oftentimes proof is only in the speaking, but the people listening are pros with tremendous experience in flight, and they can pick out the bushwah instantly.

“These contrary policies are logical for Communists. To them consistency, morality and truthfulness are ‘bushwah’ dope that drugs workers and delays the revolution.”

“Jesus, you goddamn bushwa niggers in your bushwa house with your bushwa piano.[…]” ¶ […] “No one asked you come to this—this—and the word you’re trying to use is—is bourgeois,” Sophie said, correcting him with icy tranquillity.

Other IWW leaders conceded they would be willing to dynamite factories and mills in order to win a strike. All of them hurled their defiance at “bushwa” law.