We Have Only The Language For Fun

Everyday Life Is A Disaster, And Disaster Can Liberate Us.

I Was Fifteen, And When I Picture Myself Then, I See Flames Shooting Up, See Myself Falling Off The Edge Of The World, And Am Amazed I Survived Not The Outside World But The Inside One.

Sure, You Can Say Nuclear Power Is Somewhat Less Carbon-intensive Than Burning Fossil Fuels For Energy; Beating Your Children To Death With A Club Will Prevent Them From Getting Hit By A Car. Ravaging The Earth By One Irreparable Means Is Not A Sensible Way To Prevent It From Being Destroyed By Another. There Are Alternatives. We Should Choose Them And Use Them.

Every Woman Knows What I'm Talking About. It’s The Presumption That Makes It Hard, At Times, For Any Woman In Any Field; That Keeps Women From Speaking Up And From Being Heard When They Dare; That Crushes Young Women Into Silence By Indicating, The Way Harassment On The Street Does, That This Is Not Their World. It Trains Us In Self-doubt And Self-limitation Just As It Exercises Men’s Unsupported Overconfidence.

Anarchists Believe That We Can Govern Ourselves In The Absence Of Coercive And Centralized Authority; The Underlying Premise About Human Nature (to Use An Infinitely Problematized But Necessary Term Here) Is Fundamentally Positive. And The Evidence That In Disasters People Are Really Pretty Kind, Generous, Brave, Resourceful And Creative Fed That.