“An incredible paper came out this year [which was] the largest empirical study of policy decisions made by our government in the history of political science. What they found was when the preferences of economic elites, and the stands of organized interest groups are controlled for, the preferences of the average American appear to have only a miniscule, near-zero, statistically nonsignificant impact on public policy…Madison in Federalist 52 said we would be given a government that would be “dependent on the people alone,” which he explained in Federalist 57 would be “not the rich more than the poor.” That promise has been broken in our tradition.”

And if Michael Brown was not angelic, I was practically demonic. I had my first drink when I was 11. I once brawled in the cafeteria after getting hit in the head with a steel trash can. In my junior year I failed five out of seven classes. By the time I graduated from high school, I had been arrested for assaulting a teacher and been kicked out of school (twice.) And yet no one who knew me thought I had the least bit of thug in me. That is because I also read a lot of books, loved my Commodore 64, and ghostwrote love notes for my friends. In other words, I was a human being. A large number of American teenagers live exactly like Michael Brown. Very few of them are shot in the head and left to bake on the pavement.

The “angelic” standard was not one created by the reporter. It was created by a society that cannot face itself, and thus must employ a dubious “morality” to hide its sins. It is reinforced by people who have embraced the notion of “twice as good” while avoiding the circumstances which gave that notion birth. Consider how easily living in a community “with rough patches” becomes part of a list of ostensible sins. Consider how easily “black-on-black crime” becomes not a marker of a shameful legacy of segregation but a moral failing.

— Ta-Nehisi Coates, being amazing. (via politicalprof)

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“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.”
— Charles Bukowski  (via stolenwine)

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“The mouth should have three gatekeepers. Is it true? Is it kind? And is it necessary?”
— Arab Proverb (via escaping-art)

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Movie magic at @theburlingtonbar. Nervous, but decidedly exited, about making my acting debut. #TheBurlington #LoganSquare #CowardsDoItSlow (at The Burlington Bar)

Q

johntheratherliked asked:

would you go on an episode of spellslingers?

A

markrosewater:

If invited. : )

Oh God. Please let this happen.

newyorker:

Artist Eric Drooker shares the inspiration behind next week’s cover, “Ferguson, Missouri.”

(via perpetualcollapse)