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There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpER-QmxRSo

https://www.reuters.com/business/finance/bedrooms-sale-highlight-depths-europes-housing-crisis-2026-02-27/

“Do you actually think there’s a group of people sitting around in a room plotting things?” Indeed, they meet in rooms: corporate boardrooms, Pentagon command rooms, at Bohemian Grove, in the many conference rooms at the White House, the NSA, the CIA, or wherever -Michael Parenti

happy tenth anniversary of "Please clap" to those who celebrate

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