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By Rebecca Kemble on April 10, 2012

State Senator Kathleen Vinehout filed for her run in the Democratic primary saying, “The people of Wisconsin are tired of money in politics and being told who to vote for.”

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By Rebecca Kemble on April 10, 2012

An unusual alliance blossomed among hunting, fishing, environmental, and tribal activists.

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By Rebecca Kemble on April 02, 2012

Protesters remain focused on Walker as GOP Presidential candidates tour the state.

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By Rebecca Kemble on March 29, 2012

“We’re hoping that traditional public schools can start operating more like virtual, choice and charter schools,” said Walker.

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By Rebecca Kemble on March 26, 2012

It is the longest continuously running singing protest in history.

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By Rebecca Kemble on March 22, 2012

This legislative session was marked by the extreme hubris of the Republican majority. But most of the Fitz has now been removed from Fitzwalkerstan.

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By Rebecca Kemble on March 12, 2012

To invigorate democracy, the stranglehold of two-party politics must be broken.

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By Rebecca Kemble on March 07, 2012

Republican Dale Schultz cites lack of transparency and unscientific approach for voting with Democrats to reject proposal.

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By Rebecca Kemble on March 05, 2012

No longer will developers be fettered with regulations stopping them from filling in and building on wetlands.

By Rebecca Kemble on March 02, 2012

Three of his nominees also touted their long marriages as a qualification.

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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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