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By Matthew Rothschild on October 30, 2014

"The business model of the fossil fuel companies is at war with the Earth."



By Matthew Rothschild on October 16, 2014

He doesn't believe in it. But Mary Burke does, and she wants to raise it. So do most Badgers.



By Matthew Rothschild on September 25, 2014

By Matthew Rothschild

So Eric Holder is finally resigning as Attorney General. Good riddance!

         He failed miserably in five crucial areas.

         First, he refused to prosecute George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, and Donald Rumsfeld for breaking the treaty against torture and the statutes that also prohibit it.

Second, he let Wall Street CEOs off the hook for messing around with mortgage derivatives, misleading investors and clients, and crashing our economy.


By Matthew Rothschild on September 24, 2014

It didn't trouble him to hail the path of peace as he was waging war.


By Matthew Rothschild on September 23, 2014

His bombing campaign is legally weak, and his rhetoric weaker.


By Matthew Rothschild on September 19, 2014

Capitalism is the enemy, and the ideology of growth and dominion over the Earth.


By Matthew Rothschild on September 18, 2014

John Kerry used two weak arguments to justify President Obama’s war-making.


By Matthew Rothschild on September 11, 2014

Like Bush, Obama is waging an illegal and senseless war.


By Matthew Rothschild on August 20, 2014

His tweets about Israel's brutality were evidently too much for the chancellor.



By Matthew Rothschild on August 11, 2014

Is the bombing legal? Is it based on oil?





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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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