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By Ruth Conniff on September 11, 2014

Thirteen years after 9/11 we have come full circle.


By Ruth Conniff on August 31, 2014

Wisconsin workers face a lousy jobs picture this Labor Day.


By Ruth Conniff on August 20, 2014

There's been a flood of local news stories in recent months about FBI raids on charter schools all over the country.


By Ruth Conniff on August 18, 2014

Join The Progressive on a shocking tour of Milwaukee voucher schools.


By Ruth Conniff on August 05, 2014

The Republican candidate for governor in Illinois is a billionaire who hid his assets in the Cayman Islands to avoid paying taxes and brags that he is part of the "0.01 percent."


By Ruth Conniff on July 31, 2014

The conservative majority on the Wisconsin Supreme Court issued decisions today upholding the state’s controversial voter I.D. law and Act 10, which ended most collective bargaining rights for most public employees.


By Ruth Conniff on July 22, 2014

A new Marquette Law School poll released July 23 shows the Wisconsin governor's race remains a dead heat, as Walker launches a swift-boat ad campaign accusing opponent Mary Burke of outsourcing jobs.


By Ruth Conniff on July 18, 2014

On Friday, July 18, thousands of people marched through downtown Detroit.


By Ruth Conniff on July 16, 2014

Grom Social, a new social media site for kids, is bursting with cuteness, but is also poised to cash in big by marketing products to children and parents alike.


By Ruth Conniff on July 10, 2014

My family and I are just back from the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota. Our summer vacation up north is a cherished annual trek.




The Center for Media and Democracy/Progressive Inc. (CMD) has joined more than 50 watchdog, advocacy, and labor...

Pennsylvania Governor Tom Corbett is facing a tough battle for reelection this fall. He ran as a moderate in 2010,...

The U.S. Chamber's "bombshell" attack on the Walker criminal probe has fallen apart.

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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