You have to be somebody before you can share yourself.
Today's empire is tomorrow's ashes
Do you see law and order? There is nothing but disorder, and instead of law there is the illusion of security. It is an illusion because it is built on a long history of injustices: racism, criminality, and the genocide of millions. Many people say it is insane to resist the system, but actually, it is insane not to.
When a cause comes along and you know in your bones that it is just, yet refuse to defend it--at that moment you begin to die. And I have never seen so many corpses walking around talking about justice.
Contrary to popular belief, conventional wisdom would have one believe that it is insane to resist this, the mightiest of empires… But what history really shows is that today`s empire is tomorrow`s ashes, that nothing lasts forever, and that to not resist is to acquiesce in your own oppression. The greatest form of sanity that anyone can exercise is to resist that force that is trying to repress, oppress, and fight down the human spirit.
Politics is the art of making the people believe that they are in power, when in fact, they have none.
If they survive, today's children will inherit a world that our fathers and grandfathers have ravaged, where the seas are acidic cesspools that the whales have fled, where rain forests are Indian memories never to return, and where human greed has plundered Mother Earth's innards and turned human genes into factories for profit. They will inherit a diminished planet where fresh water is increasingly rare, and where fresh air is a commodity. . . We live in a world that fears and hates its young. How else can one explain the bequest of such a foul, polluted, and hollow inheritance?
This country has had 200 years of hegemony over the rest of the world, and it feels like our politicians, they just want to give that back.
A long time ago, Descartes sad, “I think, therefore I am. ” But if you are not thinking, what?
Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.
Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.