Izzy Jarvis

I go on holiday for just 1 week and come back and now apparently Louis Theroux is Hamas

Not fascists, I mean I (parasocially) love @slimemildred.bsky.social

YouTube video by Thought Slime Fascists will waste your time.

Important, practical, funny.
Love them

If you want rid of him and his ilk, you know what needs to happen. Everyone does, even when they're too afraid to acknowledge it.

*The Democratic Party imo
An opposition that exists to prevent real opposition - especially at a time when active resistance is called for.

JUST FYI EVERYONE, IF YOU SEE A POST THAT SAYS IT LINKS TO LUIGI MANGIONE'S SEX TAPE DON'T CLICK ON IT!! THERE'S A VIRUS THAT PUTS EVERYTHING YOU TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS

The only way to make getting rid of "Trump's America" (a very good idea) happen for good, is to realise it means also getting rid of "Obama's/Biden's/TheNextDem's America"

they are the same USA at the office, they just act different when they're home

not complying in advance but also what if you didn't comply after the fact

i'm tired of being told to stop doomscrolling. i'm just scrolling, it's not my fault there's doom on there

yes yes this

Dahnoun Mutual Aid We are Dahnoun Mutual Aid. We are a group of volunteer organizers working to provide life-sustaining aid to Palestinians in Gaza.

Will be supporting this Palestinian charity this month.

We were meant to remember.
We are made to forget.
The letters of the lesson
do not erode
so much as they are bulldozed
into the torn Jenin earth
where they settle -
Never again?

I will show you on a map
of the Holy Land
where they have buried
the corpse
of Never Again.

ever
and ever
again
that prayerful phrase
chewed up and spat out
an idea so sacred
that it had to be
murdered
with just such a holy treatment
as our friends give to
the wrong kind of
infants
minced
in white plastic bags.

we were meant to remember
but we forgot

now our scrubbed hands slice skyward
to salute the arc of
bombs we helped to buy
now
friendly combat boots
stamp rubble dust
with red treadmarks
a smallprint contract
blood for soil!
not our blood
not their soil

we were meant to remember
but we forgot

we only judged the jackboots
of the last bitter century
because they were not
our friends

their bloody bootprints let us
wash our hands
of our own long-held hatred
an azazel to hang White sins upon
even as their stained feet swung
in Nuremberg
we stood taller

27th January 2025
---

We were meant to remember
but we forgot
and ever again,
and ever again
sombre faces
show a
saltless sorrow
walk backwards
with downturned lips
in service to a
hollow cause
to pretend that lessons were learned
and ever again
and ever again

there's a particular type of progressive opportunism that's like "yes, Mr Hitler1488 says that the Jews control the banks, but what his followers are really angry about is financial inequality and opaqueness! We can tap into that!"

You can't. It's poisoned soil.

quiet now
we lumpen things shrink
beneath a living blanket
still as bone
under a shivering fungal scalp
and until the last reactor goes cold
we linger
blind to the uncontested glow of stars

the world we had
must have been so loud
so bright, so fierce
so filled with blood
with fire
did our vivid works
cloud the skies
with noise and light?

to seed
in the damp folds of lung
and larynx
under eyelid - between our teeth
wherever flesh
was raw or frail
and where ran the final fever
through our heaving meat

we can’t remember
the choking hours
or the metallic
tang that spread
upon our tongues
the air thick
from when the first fruits
spewed their spores

Fungus Octets

hummocked shapes
supine and prone
spine and shoulders
with curves of outflung arms
like the bodies of Pompei we lie
half disguised
by new hides
of eager mould

it grows on us
a fur coat
downy soft
breeze makes it seem to breathe
and hair fine fibres
glisten
where the dew
caught hold

It's darkly hilarious that college admissions are always looking for kids with leadership abilities and "natural leadership qualities" and then punish students for exhibiting them. Leadership, good when running a hedge fun, bad when organizing an anti-genocide protest.

your corpse has gone too far
and you do not deserve to live
more than Hind Rajab
(may she rest in peace)

and Rishi?
may you never sleep well again.

Yours with love,
an extremist for peace.

So I write this letter,
Rishi
dearest ulcer on the womb
of Britain's pillaged future
sir,
as you brief the police
to treat mourners
as the enemy
I write this letter
to the shrivelled
human
remnant
somewhere in your past:

I must moderate my tone-
you racist fucking piece of shit
-to keep things civil
all we want
is fewer tortured 
slaughtered 
kids
their playground yells
and little hands
smeared forever
beneath tank treads
while you stand
in staunch defence
of the boot
stamping
an infant's face
forever

and crushed infant bodies
and cowardice

As I say
I could almost pity
your public
naked
suicide of dignity
the rich man
belly up
sucking at the grievous teats
of even richer men
but you chose this
didn't you, 
Rishi?

Dear Rishi Sunak,

First let me say
and with all due respect
-little bitch-
that I almost pity you
it must sting 
deep in your puckered
soul
to be the last bead pulled from the pit by the party of thieves
to be nothing more 
than a mascot
grinning on TV
the face of daylight robbery

skeet skeet
I'm on a train

From Judith Butler's new book