Hey, space cadets, your boss’s goal is to squeeze as much productivity after you as possible, and your bonuses and accolades and such are just breadcrumbs they lay down to keep your working for less than you’re worth.
We can get paid what we’re worth when we stick together and fight collectively, and you can learn how to do just that over at https://iww.org
Don’t buy into overpopulation theories. The Earth has enough for all, and we have the capabilities to provide for everyone.
Demand is not the issue, supply chains are.
Here’s a slew of sources for y’all as well:
https://www.globaljustice.org.uk/blog/2019/mar/9/how-racist-myths-built-population-growth-bogey-man
https://www.pop.org/debunking-the-myth-of-overpopulation/
https://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/magazine/the-overpopulation-myth
Another video explaining why population isn’t the problem
“Why you shouldn’t obsess about “overpopulation”“
“I’m an environmental journalist, but I never write about overpopulation. Here’s why.”
which comes with this handy graph that shows the poorest people contribute the least to carbon emissions
The Ghost of a Flea
William Blake
circa 1819Tate Britain - London (England)
Painting - tempera on panel
Height: 21.4 cm (8.43 in.), Width: 16.2 cm (6.38 in.)
Mark Lindsay & W. Michael Lewis - Daigoro’s Theme
Shogun Assassin OST | Released: 1980
When we’re on a mission, I keep count of how many ninja my father kills. He says not to keep count, only to pray for their souls. But if I don’t keep count, I don’t know how many souls to pray for. So I keep count. So far it’s three hundred and forty-two…
Three hundred and forty… five.
Andrew Archer - Shogun Assassin (1980).
“The shogun’s executioner, Itto Ogami (Tomisaburo Wakayama), takes to wandering the countryside as an assassin—along with his infant son Daigoro (Akihiro Tomikawa) and a seemingly infinitely weaponized perambulator—helping those he encounters while seeking vengeance for his murdered wife.”
Literally no one:
Not a single soul:
Male authors:
[Image text from a novel:
“I like your mother. You have your mother’s breasts.”
“Her breasts.”
“Great stand-up tits,” he said.]
sorry I think we’re sleeping on
This author is either writing a parody or they’re an alien
this is Cosmopolis by Don DeLillo. it’s a really weird novel about a man going to get a haircut that’s also a pretty explicit criticism of the 1%.
the main character is a multimillionaire who’s so fixated on money and materialism that he’s basically forgotten how to be a normal human being and connect with people. that conversation above is him talking to his new wife. at one point, he even says something like, “this is good. we are having a conversation. this is what people do.”
Tumblr’s literary analysis skills are best summed up by the fact that “he could feel the glucose entering his cells” was not enough to tip tens of thousands of people off that this was not an interaction meant to be taken at face value.










