Look at how contaminated by money our political system has become.

Just three days after Paul Ryan got the nod as the Republican candidate for vice president, what does he do?

Does he go to one townhall meeting after another, nonstop, to meet with voters in swing states from Wisconsin to Iowa to Ohio and Florida?

No, actually, he does make a stop.

He flies out to Las Vegas, of all places, to meet with Sheldon Adelson, the casino magnate.


Because Adelson has vowed to spend at least $100 million to defeat President Obama.

Do you have $100 million to invest in this election?

Well, then, you don’t have an equal voice in our so-called democracy.

I wasn’t surprised by Ryan’s Vegas jaunt, though.

He goes where the rightwing money is.

After all, he’s spent his career bouncing on the knees of the Koch Brothers.

So it’s easy for him to bounce on Adelson’s knees, too.

Ryan is an Olympic knee bouncer.

And the Romney-Ryan ticket is but a mask for the Koch-Adelson ticket.

Romney himself held a fundraiser at one of the Koch mansions just a month or two ago.

Romney-Ryan is a ticket paid for by rightwing billionaires on behalf of rightwing billionaires and headed by rightwing millionaires who do their bidding.

So beware that bumper sticker that actually reads Koch-Adelson.

If you liked this story by Matthew Rothschild, the editor of The Progressive magazine, check out his story “Ryan and Romney Want to Party Like It’s 1899."

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Trump's politics are not the problem.

The fiery Milwaukee Sheriff is on the shortlist to head the Department of Homeland Security.

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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