Of course, I haven’t celebrated any holidays since my brother passed away. I did collect some cat memes for Thanksgiving, though, and I didn’t forget about those who, like me, don’t celebrate (or live outside the U.S.). Have a happy Thursday!
I want to be free like a bird; Free to stretch my wings and fly, To come and go as I please, With nothing holding me back— But always with a warm nest nearby. After all, even the free spirit needs its rest, No matter how far the heart may stray.
Reading will have to wait for another day, as I’m too exhausted. My real focus right now is finishing the Venezuela article I started before this detour. I need to get it done fast; before the infamous Kegseth (whose ego needs $2B to stoke) orders the U.S. Military to launch a decapitation strike on the country.
So, while Clausewitz and the People’s War waits on the shelf, the focus is purely on Caracas. Wish me luck in beating Kegseth to the punch. Once that article is finally filed, maybe I’ll finally have the mental space to get back to my reading.
For the record, I am not an anarchist; I simply have a deep love of quotes and like to look up their origins. My research often reveals that favorite sayings are frequently misattributed or heavily paraphrased.
Today is World Kindness Day, and I’ll admit I haven’t felt like a particularly kind person lately. There are times when repeated, intentional hurt from others makes your capacity for kindness feel finite and depleted.
Karl Marx wrote poetry. So did Joseph Stalin. Mao Zedong as well. Their creative work came before their political and philosophical output. That’s not a coincidence—it’s a pattern. And yet, most Marxist discourse today treats art as secondary, decorative, or indulgent. Why?
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