Last night Olive jumped up on the stack of photograph boxes, onto the bookcase, and knocked off my little pine tree. This morning she went and found it and carried it into the living room. There were no indentations on the little tree. 

 The struggle for human existence has begun. The question is whether we will fight with the urgency this moment demands to prioritize our common humanity and our planet above allowing business as usual to steam ahead.

Michael Leonardi

-The Obamachron is part of the PsiQuantum Chicago School hub of the Economics of Genocide. 

 The ongoing genocides in Gaza and Sudan, wars in Ukraine, Iran and elsewhere pour tens of millions of tons of CO₂ into the atmosphere through fuel-guzzling jets, tanks, bombs, and reconstruction. Every missile fired, every drone launched, every city reduced to rubble accelerates the very climate breakdown that makes these heatwaves deadlier. War is not separate from the climate crisis — it is one of its most vicious engines.

 Yet the real climate warriors understand the connection. The struggle against fossil capitalism is inseparable from the fight against imperialism and colonialism. From the Niger Delta to the Amazon, from Standing Rock to Palestine, frontline communities are resisting both the extraction of their lands and the militarized violence that protects it. True climate justice demands an end to both the burning of fossil fuels and the wars that secure their dominance.

 Palestine Chronicle

 Free our minds of empire. Let us return to earth.

 As R. pointed out, I dreamed about my rock collection, some of them sitting next to our bed on my nightstand in a wooden dish, a group of deep red rocks, garnets and rubies I need to dust, and R. noted that the two films we watched last night involved carrying rocks. I don't know where my rocks will go, but they've been with me, and they've been other places for a long, long time before me, and I'll carry them in this place and time until the end, and they'll carry on without me, although also I suppose I'll carry them on in my dream of life after life.

 Withal my thoughts about the evils of empire, I have a deep appreciation for my life, for life itself, for my family, my partner, my cat, and for every little thing that makes up life. I feel gratitude for the sun and the rain, for the sound of birds in the morning, for the baffling and beautiful mystery of life. For the possibility of asking what life is, while living it.

 Last night we watched Good One, after Phantoms of July. Thinking about Good One I start to cry. I don't cry but I feel like crying, my eyes lubricate after sleep. A film like Good One is about life itself which is the big mystery we're all in, while it seems to be about three people, a dad, a daughter and a dad's old friend, hiking in a paradise, but as we watch we realize it's about real life. Carrying water, carrying stones. I'd say yes we should all watch Earth's Greatest Enemy, and we all should watch Good One. Phantoms of July, maybe not.