By Matthew Rothschild on November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving.

I'd like to give thanks to Tammy Baldwin and to Elizabeth Warren for daring to run for Senate as proud progressives.

I'd like to give thanks to Sherrod Brown and Bernie Sanders, for standing tall and winning reelection.

I'd like to give thanks to Dennis Kucinich, for his many years of service to the progressive cause in Congress.

I'd like to give thanks to all those voters who stood in line for hours to prove to the Bill O'Reillys of this world that "the white establishment" doesn't run everything anymore.

I'd like to give thanks to all the DREAMERS out there who bravely came out and showed everyone how immoral our immigration policies have been.

And speaking of coming out, I'd like to give thanks to all the LGBT activists who worked so diligently and creatively to consecrate same-sex marriage.

On an institutional note, I'd like to give thanks to the dedicated staff members at The Progressive, who keep this voice of dissent strong, as we enter our 104th year.

And I'd like to thank The Progressive's faithful readers and generous supporters, who, year in and year out, enable us to keep publishing our pro-democracy message.

Thanks to all this Thanksgiving.

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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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