Mangoes are good, I had them for the first time while I was staying with a friend on vacation over the last week. But now I’m back, and that means more megas from me!
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Resources for Organizing your workplace/community :sabo:
Resources for Palestine :palestine-heart:
Buy coffee and learn more about the Zapatistas in Chiapas here :EZLN:
Here are some resourses on Prison Abolition :brick-police:
Foundations of Leninism :USSR:
:lenin-shining: :unity: :kropotkin-shining:
Anarchism and Other Essays :ancom:
Remember, sort by new you :LIB:
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THEORY; it’s good for what ails you (all kinds of tendencies inside!) :RIchard-D-Wolff:
Come listen to music with your fellow Hexbears in Cy.tube :og-hex-bear:
Queer stuff? Come talk in the queer megathread! ! :sicko-queer:
Monthly Neurodiverse Megathread and Monthly ND Venting Thread :Care-Comrade:
I can never tell if I’m just mentally ill and predisposed to severe depression and anxiety or if neoliberal capitalism really straight up is just that fucking awful
My whole life I felt like there just should have been more. Never content in the realms of things, but wanting to feel the spark of connection. It is only in the moments of clowning around with other people that I’ve ever felt okay, but the weight of work and the need to “survive” (a ridiculous position in the first world, this isn’t the fucking African Savannah™, look at the material wealth around us!) crushes that and other flashes of beauty into ash.
I guess my problem is I can’t ignore that stuff as much as other people do.
Maybe you gotta find the opiate to your masses dawg. Escape by playing video games or believing in communist jesus. Better to have a comrade who needs time to escape this shit to feel ok than one who is tortured by this shitty world constantly. Keep wandering the catacombs, but peel back some mummy cloth and look at the interesting shit instead of worrying.
