Comment Our Sinful Economy

Barbara Ehrenreich detects the can't-do spirit of the Dems.

[[:mag_hukill0107|A Peculiar Version of Friendly Fire: Female Troops Face Double Danger]]by Traci Hukill
Sexual harassment and assault are endemic in the military.

Homecoming Nightmares Elizabeth Weill-Greenberg
For many veterans of the Iraq War, everyday noises, sights, and smells are deadly threats.

A School in Coal's Shadow by Kari Lydersen
Massey Energy operates right above a West Virginia elementary school, where the kids are already getting sick.

Blanket Immunity: Bush Twists Arms to Evade Court by Amitabh Pal
The Bush Administration's campaign to get exempted from the International Criminal Court has run into some resistance.

Frank Rich by Paul VanDeCarr
"Even before 9/11, we saw signs of a Presidency that was inclined to fictionalize almost everything," says the New York Times columnist.

Poem by Minnie Bruce Pratt

The Mavericks' Maverick by Dave Zirin
Mark Cuban is a political work-in-progress.

Molly Ivins thanks conservatives for all the fun they've provided since Election Day.


The new head of the Environmental Protection has a history of suing the agency for trying to do its job.

The reach of this story extends from the lowliest working stiff to the highest court in the land.

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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