the fissures spiderweb across the glaciers, torn asunder by invisible hands. a rising tide doesn't lift all ships, it capsizes them. the fat cats will turn dead presidents into sails to catch the earth's dying gasps, but they will flutter, helpless to progress in this disaster economics.
green business won't save us. infinite growth on a finite rock, a pale, blue dot circling until it, too, burns up. the tires are spinning in the mud. we've no other option: we cannot reinvent the wheel— we'll have to break it.
reformist logic leaves us soulless, servants cowed by corporate forces whose sole motive is cashing in on our projects. they'll serve us up without a second thought. they'd raze the world if they could make a profit. fascism is capitalism plus more ******.
we must admit our losses: false hopes and letter-writing campaigns are too little, too late. a petition won't halt climate change. beat their bombs with hammers until they're shaped like plowshares. the Earth will be consumed by the sun long before the State saves us from our fate. if we're to be prophets of the future, then it's time to ******* rage.