" The Foolish Old Man replied, "When I die, my sons will carry on; when they die, there will be my grandsons, and then their sons and grandsons, and so on to infinity. High as they are, the mountains cannot grow any higher and with every bit we dig, they will be that much lower.

May the tartness of this baby orange painfully remind you of your first world decadence and slavery-fueled consumerist habits. The native huckleberry would not have hurt you so

Reject pseudo-socialists who sell out to imperialists like Lula! Stand with revolutionary movements, especially in oppressed nations!

As a cold front rolls in to the wilds of the Pacific Northwest, that most awe-inspiring of all God’s anti-revisionist creatures, Maoist Bigfoot, shakes some snow off of his fur, saddles up on his elk, and sets off towards the 43rd parallel