Liberal Fascism: the response.


Spartacus Roosevelt Hour podcast. (via Metafilter)


    "The Tall Official Carriage Comes on a Visit" (Pessoa, VI.)

Thwart-victorious catchinnations skilled
issue swords that roar with vatic heat,
and Nyarlathotep's grip is dead dust swilled
in brilliant autumn days of pointing feet. [feat]
Paint with orchid-oil. Your gathered shapes have turned
turtle. Branches cover your eyes. Short measure
and little recourse, crimson-glowing spurned.
Here is Bulging Void who throve on pleasure;
On-Thundering Cube who mongered hate.
I'd have you know a thrifty motionless sentiment
comes from viewing these splinters so sedate
they flicker out with boyg's last jibe. Violent
men know this. Awhile has flamed our river
no clang-radiance fails to sport for ever.


Giant crystal hidden in Earth's center.


"We are not there yet. But it is already another country."