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"The corporation is the future. We need to let business run the country and establish a true meritocracy."

"Not choked by welfare, unions, ‘affirmative action’ for amputee transvestite colored homeless arachnophobes …"

"A meritocracy of acumen. A culture that is not ashamed to acknowledge that wealth attracts power …"

"… and that the wealthmakers—us—are rewarded. When a man aspires to power, I ask one simple question: ‘Does he think like a businessman?’”

Luisa rolls her napkin into a compact ball. “I ask three simple questions. how did he get that power? How is he using it? And how can it be taken off the sonofabitch?”

     —David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (p. 403 in ISBN 0-676-97494-5)

I mem’ry she answered, Yay, Old Uns’ Smart mastered sicks, miles, seeds an’ made miracles ord’nary, but it din’t master one thing, nay, a hunger in the hearts o’ humans, yay, a hunger for more.

More what? I asked. Old Uns’d got ev’rythin’.

Oh, more gear, more food, faster speeds, longer lifes, easier lifes, more power, yay. Now the Hole World is big, but it weren’t big ‘nuff for that hunger what made Old Uns rip out the skies an’ boil up the seas an’ poison soil with crazed atoms an’ donkey ‘bout with rotted seeds so new plagues was borned an’ babbits was freakbirthed. Fin’ly, bit’ly, then quicksharp, states busted into bar’bric tribes an the Civ’lize Days ended, ‘cept for a few folds’n’pockets here’n’there, where its last embers glimmer.

I asked why Meronym’d never spoke this yarnin’ in the Valleys.

Valleysmen’d not want to hear, she answered, that human hunger birthed the Civ’lize, but human hunger killed it too. I know it from other tribes offland what I stayed with. Times are you say a person’s b’liefs ain’t true, they think you’re sayin’ their lifes ain’t true an’ their truth ain’t true.

Yay, she was prob’ly right.

     —David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (pp. 272-73 in ISBN 0-676-97494-5)

BLACK. Things can change.

WHITE. No they cant.

BLACK. You could be wrong.

WHITE. I dont think so.

BLACK. But that aint somethin you have a lot of in your life.

WHITE. What isnt?

BLACK. Bein wrong.

WHITE. I admit it when I’m wrong.

BLACK. I dont think so.

WHITE. Well, you’re entitled to your opinion.

     —Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited (p. 113 in ISBN 978-0307278364)

Our theory is simply this: a person counts as an asshole when, and only when, he systematically allows himself to enjoy special advantages in interpersonal relations out of an entrenched sense of entitlement that immunizes him against the complaints of other people. (Because assholes are by and large men, we use the masculine pronoun “he” advisedly. We will suggest that women can be assholes as well. For the time being, think of Ann Coulter. We consider the question of gender in detail in chapter 4.) Our theory thus has three main parts. In interpersonal or cooperative relations, the asshole:

  1. allows himself to enjoy special advantages and does so systematically;
  2. does this out of an entrenched sense of entitlement; and
  3. is immunized by his sense of entitlement against the complaints of other people.

—Aaron James, Assholes: A Theory, (p. 5 in ISBN 978-0-8041-7135-9)

Once having set up her idols and built altars to them it was inevitable that she would worship there. It was inevitable that she should accept any inconsistency and cruelty from her deity as all good worshippers do from theirs. All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God, ch. 16 (p. 144 in ISBN 978-0-06-112006-0)
There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God, ch. 3 (p. 24 in ISBN 978-0-06-112006-0)

Op-Ed: Graduate Student and TA Speaks Out on Deltopia 2014 Riot | The Bottom Line (UCSB)

Campus newspaper The Bottom Line (the decent newspaper, with the actual journalism) has published my guest editorial about this weekend’s riots in Isla Vista.

Photos from the 3 April strike called by UAW 2865, the union that represents many graduate students at the University of California, over an unfair labor practices grievance.

More information about the strike.

Santa Barbara, California.

Original photo locations:

UC Unfair Labor Practices Strike IUC Unfair Labor Practices Strike II
UC Unfair Labor Practices Strike III
UC Unfair Labor Practices Strike IV
UC Unfair Labor Practices Strike V
UC Unfair Labor Practices Strike VI
UC Unfair Labor Practices Strike VII

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Note to self: Instagram’s processing of aspect ratios in video is nonexistent.

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at Davidson Library. #ucsb3aprstrike

at Davidson Library. #ucsb3aprstrike

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http://somestrikers.tumblr.com/post/81310901608/an-open-letter-to-uc-grad-students-this-coming

somestrikers:

AN OPEN LETTER TO UC GRAD STUDENTS—

This coming week, our union—United Auto Workers Local 2865—has called a system-wide strike in protest of unfair labor practices (ULPs) by the university. Although particular grievances differ from campus to campus, in aggregate, they concern the university’s…