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By Rebecca Kemble on November 10, 2011

Doing your job as a civil servant or appointed governmental board member in Wisconsin is becoming more complicated as the ramifications of newly passed laws and executive orders come into effect.


By Rebecca Kemble on November 08, 2011

Carrying out the wishes of the NRA, they get rid of specific requirements for concealed carry permits.


By Rebecca Kemble on November 04, 2011

Independent bloggers and citizen journalists are the only people keeping close tabs on the machinations.

By Rebecca Kemble on November 02, 2011

Democratic assembly member Mark Pocan, filibustering, said: “Stand up and explain why you think bigotry in the year 2011 makes sense!”


By Rebecca Kemble on November 02, 2011

Protesters stand up for free speech rights, as Republicans hand out licenses to kill.


By Rebecca Kemble on November 01, 2011

Republicans in the Wisconsin legislature are pushing bills that reek of “political corruption, hackery and power grabs,” says State Sen. Lena Taylor.


By Rebecca Kemble on October 26, 2011

Wisconsin Republicans don't understand depth of mining opposition up north.


By Rebecca Kemble on October 25, 2011

Wisconsin Republicans want to make it harder for people with felonies to find jobs.


By Rebecca Kemble on October 19, 2011

Scott Walker is usurping legislative powers, while his police normalize handcuffing peaceful people.


By Rebecca Kemble on October 12, 2011

A report on the international worker co-op movement




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Yesterday the U.S. Senate narrowly defeated a bill that would approve construction on the Keystone XL pipeline.

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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