Showing posts with label waste. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waste. Show all posts
Friday, May 10, 2019
Friday, April 5, 2019
Saturday, October 14, 2017
"vast wasteland"
On May 9th, 1961,
the chairman of the Federal Communications Commission,
Newton Minow, shocked Americans
by declaring commercial television programming to be a
"vast wasteland."
Labels:
consumerism,
media,
propaganda,
television,
trash,
truth,
violence,
waste
Friday, March 3, 2017
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Friday, July 8, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
do you see ?
Labels:
consumerism,
corporations,
corruption,
death,
demons,
deviant,
money,
slavery,
war,
waste
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
just look at us
"Just look at us.
Everything is backwards,
everything is upside down.
Doctors destroy health,
lawyers destroy justice,
psychiatrists destroy minds,
scientists destroy truth,
major media destroys information,
religions destroy spirituality
and governments destroy freedom."
Michael Ellner
Labels:
corporations,
corruption,
deception,
earth,
greed,
human condition,
ignorance,
insanity,
stupidity,
violence,
war,
waste
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Sorry
Labels:
clarity,
earth,
extinction,
future,
human condition,
insanity,
insight,
nature,
sustainable,
waste
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
W A S T E L A N D
Labels:
consumerism,
earth,
extinction,
poison,
pollution,
stupidity,
sustainable,
trash,
waste
Sunday, August 3, 2014
In Flanders fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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