J.D. Vance, fka the hillbilly elegist, said he wouldn't be surprised if the antichrist was now stalking the earth, and these may be the end times. The antichrist may be his boss, summoned by another one in Israel, maybe it's the magaboss, Moloch, the one who signed an MOU at Versailles. 

Iran has other plans. 

Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat.

-Sun Tzu

The arc of resistance will prevail.

 Anyway so now I'm reading The Dead Do Not Die which is a twofer containing Exterminate All The Brutes and Terra Nullius and also Earthly, the translated poems of Jean Follain who was killed by a car in 1971. If anyone has read of these feel free to comment. Olive loves the cicadas so. We have to keep our eyes peeled for developments, through the window and across the threshold.

 Anyway, be that as it may, I mean regarding the tainted air, the data centers, the privatization of everything, the multiplying genocide, I had a walk with sweet Owen yesterday, and we may walk again, but we don't know. It's up to fate I guess. Anyway, we got a nice picture together, after twelve years.

Gloria Steinem was a pick-me girl, and boy was she ever picked, but now she's dead, and the empire is dying, and the drumbeats of the wild are unnerving the boys at Langley. Something is stirring within us, something ancient, something forgotten. Something moves within our wombs, which they tried to paralyze long ago. The drums are getting louder, and we are growing, increasingly, feral. The time is coming, and coming up fast, where we will stand before them, blood-bladed and hairy bushed, the wreckage of Langley beneath our feet, saying, I am not civilized, motherfucker! I am not fucking civilized!!

Caitlin Johnstone

 Neoliberal policies have hollowed-out democracies and spawned unchecked oligarchs. 

Les Coleman

 Song of the morning, Sweet Peace, by Ashley Thomas.

 There are different kids, and I'm so grateful for them, and I always seek them, and I am glad when I find them, for it's like finding myself and feeling solidarity with myself and them and all of nature. Some kids see through the indoctrination, the mind control, the relentless propaganda of the genocidal neoliberal fascist empire. I'm one, since I started school and refused the pledge, since I daydreamed with butterflies in the field outside the classroom while the teacher asked me questions and I answered as if from another place. Thanks be, for different kids, and solidarity.