As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead trying to kill me. They do not feel any enmity against me as an individual, nor I against them. They are only doing their duty, as the saying goes. Most of them, I have no doubt, are kind-hearted law-abiding men who would never dream of committing murder in private life. On the other hand, if one of them succeeds in blowing me to pieces with a well-placed bomb, he will never sleep any worse for it. He is serving his country, which has the power to absolve him from evil.

—George Orwell (via hipsterlibertarian)

When I hear someone say that soldiers “defend our freedom,” my immediate response is to gag. I think the last time American soldiers actually fought for the freedom of Americans was probably the Revolutionary War — or maybe the War of 1812, if you want to be generous. Every war since then has been for nothing but to uphold a system of power, and to make the rich folks even richer.

But I can think of one exception. If there’s a soldier anywhere in the world who’s fought and suffered for my freedom, it’s Pfc. Bradley Manning.

Commodore Phoenix

“What about my gear?” Case asked. “My deck.”

Esben and the Witch - “Marching Song” (Official Video) (via jwz)

“Une coiffure décoiffée à l’extrême, comme pour contraster avec la perfection minimale d’un petit cœur de plastique blanc, en coin de chemise. Type masculin du dandy cow-boy.”

See also, “Type féminin de dandy cow-boy”

via theoreticalgirl