By Matthew Rothschild on November 01, 2011

Today is Concealed Camera Day at the Wisconsin capitol, a day where many protesters plan to challenge the latest craziness to come out of Fitzwalkerstan, the regime of Governor Scott Walker and the Fitzgerald brothers in the legislature.

This is how nutty it’s gotten.

It’s now legal to carry a concealed weapon in the gallery of the Wisconsin State Assembly, but it’s not legal to carry a concealed camera or smart phone or to carry a sign or to wear a shirt with the First Amendment attached to it.

The Republicans who control the State Assembly have been ordering the capitol police to haul out protesters who’ve been silently and peacefully filming or wearing signs.

Those who’ve been arrested have been among a group of dedicated young activists who’ve been resisting Walker’s vile policies over the last several months.

Today and tonight, more and more people are coming to the capitol to challenge this ridiculous and unconstitutional assault on our rights to free speech and assembly.

I’ll be there, too.

If the Republicans want to insist on enforcing their repressive rules, let them arrest not just the few young people who have been protesting all along.

Let them arrest hundreds of us today.

And hundreds of us tomorrow.

And thousands the next day.

This shall not stand.

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A plea to United States citizens to work for peace

An Indian journalist globally renowned as an advocate for the poor, Palagummi Sainath detailed the detrimental...

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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