A Journal about Electoral Tyranny, the dullness of mobs, and diminishing returns.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Band of the Invisible Hand Strikes Back

I didn't mean to leave allzy'all hanging, but i've been deleriously tracking the Intelligent Agent as She (or Her proxy) steadfastly avoids the temptation of waving a fist o'er the Corpus Delecti of the US body just to see if it can still twitch. Then i am reminded by a Yankee of The Simple Genius of Dissorganization. I laugh, with the wise silence of the sky unechoing me. A bird flys into a window.


PermaKulturae With 8rf

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From the East rises an ir'e mind molded in calmingly furious resolve against the bitter vanity of violent conflict; molded so by a flesh informed of war. Anon! Anon, muthafuckers! Tend to your plots, they are naught but easements for primroses; they could be Victory Gardens in the Classless War against disposable communitee. They could be Sustainable.


FI: Permaculturae Practicalii

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Best not to say too much more of this. It's not a movement with a T-shirt anyway, so why would anyone poke into it? Even Che had design sense. This bullocks about local micropermaculture and the individual smacks of the same old tired "DIY" democracy-via-personal-investment i always throw out to cock-block PBS liberalism and it's hysterically shock-frozen partner in inaction, Paranoicism.


Fish Stapler

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Kids these days. It's like spring around the world, in Autumn. I think perhaps i've gotten into some bad Jo-jos.

Cuppa Joe

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I love BBJ. He's an airline pilot. Not that that means anything, but you know that it does.

FluxRostrum - TWIF

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Change will come, one way or another. Either we will all rest together at day's end, proud and satisfied after reintegrating our shattered and alienated world into a sustainable system of systems; or we will be mulch ourselves, feeding our new deserts blood and sweat until our bones bleach out and crumble like dry snowflakes dancing on the Sirhocco.


Soil_n_Green

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