A Democratic Socialist Convention: Comedy About Workers and Labor

She's gorgeous, she's smart, she's funny.

Okay, what's the catch? She's a Democratic socialist.

And she wants me to come to their convention this weekend.

Do you know if there'll be a free buffet?

Count me in. Oh, can I come too? Why would you wanna come?

I wanna see a room full of men who've never lifted anything explain labor to me.

Do any of these people have jobs? It's the middle of the day.

Don't they have to be at work? Jerry, socialists don't need jobs.

No photos or videos are allowed inside, so we're just gonna need to take your phone and have you sign this NDA.

I have to sign a secrecy agreement to hear about transparency?

Just sign it.

Aren't they supposed to be working-class people?

They all look like they graduated from Yale with a liberal arts degree.

Look at us, comrades from every borough, every background, every walk of life.

Every walk of life? They all walked here from the same brownstone.

So how long have you been a member? Ever since the mayor announced the city grocery store.

Have you seen the price of food in this city?

Criminal. So what do you do for work? Nothing.

Me neither.

So then how do you afford New York? My parents pay for everything, and I live in their second apartment rent-free.

Their second apartment? How do you afford it?

I live with my parents in their only apartment.

Dude, that is so salt of the earth. Everyone here keeps saying, "The workers."

I've been here four hours. I haven't met one.

That's the comedian I told you about. What's he doing here?

He thinks we need a police force. Security, he supports the police.

Get him out of here. Hey, what are you doing?

I didn't do anything wrong. You're arresting me for liking the police?

Dana, Dana, please, do something. I have no idea who that guy is.

What the hell happened to you? They made me chair of the labor committee.

They wanted someone to represent them who's actually a man of the people.

I'm a man of the people, Jerry.