Americans are blinded by individualism and enslaved to our jobs, which sadly, is the way we form our identity.
Aside from our most oppressed communities, revolution is just part of a song we sing; a memory we cant recall.
Americans are blinded by individualism and enslaved to our jobs, which sadly, is the way we form our identity.
Aside from our most oppressed communities, revolution is just part of a song we sing; a memory we cant recall.
Time zones are so crazy.
In Denmark it's noon.
In Canada it's 6am.
In the USA it's the late 1930's Germany.
The year is 2003. Iām 17 years old. Iām watching Democrats fail to appropriately oppose an illegal war for oil.
The year is 2026. Iām 40 years old. Iām watching Democrats fail to appropriately oppose an illegal war for oil.
There is no such violence which is so powerful that it may defeat the infinite future. Hope can prevail, but we must choose it so."
(6/6)
But our great walls still stand, and our duty is to expel the invaders rather than capitulate entirely. Attacks on our goodness, we must remember, are weak and fallible when pushed against our truly unstoppable human spirit. (5/6)
03.01.2026 21:49 ā š 0 š 0 š¬ 1 š 0To regard images of the world we are met with each day as the darkest night so extremely that the concept of a better future emerges more fictional than real. Amidst these assaults, we are castles of Hope, which have been sieged and invaded, corrupted, pillaged, and raped on our inside perhaps.(4/6)
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We have too been scorned by past visions of Hope which have grown weakly; which have been smothered and borne nothing unto our souls; which have faltered with time, and grown to poison our ideas.
(3/6)
There are tremendous hurricanes of forces destructing Hope at every daybreak. The men of power and capital wish to maintain us as a species, not of forward individuation, but of complacency. These powered few wish to puppet our lives on the strings of their money and ambitions.
(2/6)
"To reach for Hope in our current moment may be for the corpse of a dead man who wishes to smell the blooms of summer. It may be for the ant who wishes to fly like a raptor. To reach for Hope may feel like such an impossibility.
(1/6)
America: home of Gun Care and Health Control.
happy 4th i guess.