I’ve always mourned those tricked, those drafted and those who were victims of Australia’s wars. The decline of ANZAC Day into a jingoistic spectacle of flag draped war fetishism over my lifetime has always bugged me. The above captures that feeling better than anything I’ve seen yet.

A classic. Her stories are not only well written, but an awesome radicalizing tool.

I used the Dispossessed to turn my brother in law from a Musk loving techbro into a ‘holy fuck, anarchism is more than a fun word. Maybe there is something to this.’

He isn’t all the way there yet, but I’ll bring him over.