[orthoscheme]

i'd kill a thousand billion pjackks for one more second of irish american chan

[boymiffy]

it is only tuesday.

[beachdeath]

[porterdavis]

A lot of their fuckery is permanent

See also: Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness

[anarchistmemedistro]

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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[mleelunsford]

Some days are like that

[depsidase]

[hotvampireadjacent]

I’ve been trying to share this since I found out. They are moving onto harassing people in Memphis.

Memphis is “under full-blown occupation” by ICE. Here’s why you may not know that.

Community members face retaliation for trying to spread the word out, a lawsuit alleges.

Everyone was lovely in getting the word out about Chicago and Minnesota. I want to spread that awareness for folk in tennessee.

[etcstims]

Close up on a speedy catipillar | source

[retroactivebakeries]

[veeva7]

[blumenundpoesie]

We have always loved and we will continue to love. Oh, the beauty of human connection!

[neorelic]

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[notlayingroses]

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday

[imagine-darksiders]

[important-animal-images]

[neorelic]

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[intercal]

"it is what it is," he coped seethingly

[bluphlox]

i coveted that wind

[Sticker]