I’ve always mourned those tricked, those drafted and those who were victims of Australia’s wars. The decline of ANZAC Day into a jingoistic spectacle of flag draped war fetishism over my lifetime has always bugged me. The above captures that feeling better than anything I’ve seen yet.

My only answer is to not let this make you a doomer.

Sure, shit is fucked, and bad things are definitely going to happen, but what is revolution if it isn’t hope in the face of the hopeless?

We’re a wall against the wind, combined we can care for one another, build communities and respect the value of human life no matter the circumstances.

Even if this is true, and we’re all fucked, I’d rather the last human interaction to be one of kindness and solidarity than one of greed and corruption.

The alternative to revolutionary thought is to accept the status quo. We’re all here because we know we can’t accept it and won’t.

I love you Comrade. Stay strong, keep building a community, and know that we’re here for you if you need it.

A classic. Her stories are not only well written, but an awesome radicalizing tool.

I used the Dispossessed to turn my brother in law from a Musk loving techbro into a ‘holy fuck, anarchism is more than a fun word. Maybe there is something to this.’

He isn’t all the way there yet, but I’ll bring him over.