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By Rebecca Kemble on February 11, 2012

A year ago, who knew how far down the road of violating people’s rights and dismantling democracy Walker's administration would eventually go?

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By Rebecca Kemble on February 06, 2012

Republican legislators are trying to make it harder to detect political corruption.

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By Rebecca Kemble on February 02, 2012

The day after passage of the mining bill that would devastate the Bad River and Red Cliff Bands, Republican assembly members released another bill assaulting Anishinaabe culture, resources and treaty rights: AB 502, the “Wolf Management Bill.”

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By Rebecca Kemble on January 27, 2012

“Our fight has just begun. We are just like that Penokee Mountain. We're not going anywhere. We will use every tool in our war chest to defend our water and air.”

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By Rebecca Kemble on January 25, 2012

Rightwing legislators were intent on stiffing Indian tribes and gutting environmental protections.

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By Rebecca Kemble on January 23, 2012

Republicans in every branch of government are feeling the heat.

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By Rebecca Kemble on January 18, 2012

Lori Compas took it upon herself to launch a campaign. She did so without any prior experience or the support of mainstream political groups.

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By Rebecca Kemble on January 16, 2012

Aligning public education with the needs of corporations reveals a dystopian vision of society as little more than a marketplace.

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By Rebecca Kemble on January 06, 2012

More “socialize the costs, privatize the benefits” laws proposed before Walker recall.

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By Rebecca Kemble on December 30, 2011

Protesters follow Walker as he raises funds for his recall election.

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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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