My hope is that, when Vladimir Putin looks to the relentless pugnacious actions by the American Corporate Empire, that he also reads people like Noam Chomsky, who remain unalterably opposed. My hope is that all those living elsewhere in the world and under our drone thumb, realize that our government is no longer representative of We, the People — and perhaps never was. My hope is that many many more of us We the People wake up to what our government is doing to us and others in our name. And that we do so quickly.

What will it take? How many water systems have to be either poisoned by fracking or other chemical indignities or else forced to run dry from overuse by chlorinated fountains and growing GMO industrialized “food”? How many children have to die at the border (why are they there? how did they arrive? where are their parents? what kind of psy-op is this?), or be pricked with vaccines or poisoned with canned “baby food,” or sexually abused by predators in high places, or stolen from their parents by the state “for their own good”? How long will we tolerate the fiction that corporations have more rights than flesh-and-blood people? How many more U.S. police departments will be handed “surplus” military tanks? How many places in the world will have to be continuously terrorized and chaoticized by the presence of U.S. soldiers, weapons, banks, “development projects” that carry off their treasure ruining the livelihoods of their people and desecrating their land? On and on. I could get depressed, but I won’t.

Vladimir Putin, read Noam Chomsky. Details here:

America’s Real Foreign Policy: Global Corporatization by Force

BTW: I sent a note to the local permaculture guild list yesterday asking if someone would like to walk in the 4th of July parade with me while holding the other end of my newly purchased corporate flag. We will walk with the 10th Amenders, who, I hear, will parade with a giant octopus. So far, no response. Does this mean permies are all busy in their gardens? Or that they have too many emails to read? Or they don’t like me? Or parades? Or they don’t want to think about all this stuff, it’s just too awful to contemplate, so they won’t? As I said, how much will it take for us to show up, everywhere, with all that we are and all that we can give to shift the direction of this mighty ill wind, whipping around the world and hell-bent on extinction.

Okay okay, so it’s early in the morning, and I don’t yet have my opocaloptimist glasses on.