My ass about to get banned off of Twitter.
My ass about to get banned off of Twitter.
The famous quote from John Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath" about the indescribably crime of food being burned, poisoned, and dumped, with police stopping poor people from being able to pick up the food that must be destroyed, simply because a profit could not be turned as people starve, ending with the quote "And in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage."
It's almost as if the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy for the vintage or something.
On this day in 1969, the state assassinated Fred Hampton in cold blood in his bed. You can kill a revolutionary but you can't kill the revolution.
Never forget
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Given the givens of everything, looking on the bright side, I take comfort at least that the eventual catastrophic breakup between these two will be comedy gold of seismic proportions.
Sign on a door, put out by the Farm Equipment Association of Minnesota and South Dakota, that reads "Despite all our accomplishments we owe our existence to a six-inch layer of topsoil and the fact it rains"
Lisa Frank-style rainbow 90's aesthetic picture of a unicorn jumping over a crescent moon, with the text: "The old world is dying. The new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters."
A series of panels showing dry, desiccated plants, with text reading "I remember being a child. Lawn water rations. Shower flow reducers. Dead tomato plants." Then a panel with a verdant green landscape, with text reading "Yet somehow, the golf courses were evergreen."