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Daft Punk gave us art that wasn't meant to be in this world or this age, and the lessons we can draw from it are still maturing a decade later.

KISSINGER, FORREST GUMP OF WAR CRIMES, FINALLY DEAD AT 100

Henry Kissinger used American and Vietnamese blood alike to ensure himself a job close to the seat of power; despicable at face value and condemnable with the details.

We were wrong; a self driving car might definitely kill you

“Cruise AVs may not exercise additional care around children”

The Hollywood Strike Expanded | UAW SEIU-UHW RUNAP OTHERS

Strike then! With these recent positive results as evidence strike for better treatment and change in your workplace! The modern age affords you a far better chance than the ironworkers and seamstresses of The Appeal's original era.

It's frustrating how close we could be to ending homelessness

We have the technology.

It's time to start voting based on candidate age alone

Get these ancient, out-out-of touch pieces of crap out of leadership

Expand the Hollywood strike

Simple solidarity immediately whipped the state into preparation for yet another massacre of organized labor. Instantly the only options employers saw were concession and negotiation, an impossibility, or as much raw violence as their striking workers could bear, the ideal.

Newly Unveiled Federal Cave System Vows to Tackle Healthcare Crisis

Monday’s House session ended in fanfare as representatives of both parties erupted in an enthusiastic chant, “Cave! Cave! Cave!”

A self driving car probably won't kill you; but do you want to give it the chance?

FSD Beta software that allows a vehicle to exceed speed limits or travel through intersections in an unlawful or unpredictable manner increases the risk of a crash.

No NFL Player should play until Damar Hamlin and his peers' contracts receive disability clauses.

There's no other way to frame this. That man died and the way his paper is written is that his life is worth $0

Happy Thanksgiving from the Appeal

Via Jacobin, a Socialist Thanksgiving Ode

What is the reverse weekend?

Exactly what it sounds like. 5 days off, 2 days on.

There's no worthy conversation around designing the American people a digital citizenship

Give American citizens the world-class digital identity we're capable of creating, now.

Celebrating 100 Years Since Appeal To Reason's final publication

A historic rag returns to the modern era After Julius Wayland's suicide in 1912 Appeal to Reason slowly withdrew from it's left-wing position in favor of more lucrative publishing pursuits, and an honored voice finally perished on the scant American hillsides of Democracy. 100 years later,

A Way To Prevent War: Preface

Originally by Allan L. Benson. APPEAL TO REASON GIRAUD, KAN. 1915

A Way To Prevent War: Chapter 2

Not every man is thoroughly informed with regard to currency and banking, but every man knows whether he wants to be shot.

A Way To Prevent War: Chapter 1

To the working class of the world. The knife is at your throat, and the pistol is at your heart.

"No war shall curse this land...

...is the socialist demand." By: Upton Sinclair, Originally published Aug 15, 1914

The Jungle | #20

She did this because it was her nature—she asked no questions about the justice of it, nor the worthwhileness of life in which destruction and death ran riot.

The Jungle | #19

Jurgis went straight to the bar. "I've been in jail." he said, "and I've just got out. I walked home all the way, and I've not a cent, and had nothing to eat since this morning. And I've lot my home, and my wife's ill, and I'm done up."

The Jungle | #18

Jurgis could see all the truth now—could see himself, through the whole long course of events, the victim of ravenous vultures, that had torn into his vitals and devoured him

The Jungle | #17

There were hardened criminals and innocent men too poor to give bail; old men and boys literally not yet in their teens. They were the drainage of the great festering ulcer of society; they were hideous to look upon, sickening to talk to.

The Jungle | #16

So a barred door clanged upon Jurgis and he sat down on a bench and buried his face in his hands. He was alone; and he had the afternoon and all of the night to himself.

The Jungle | #15

But she did not hear him—she was still in the grip of the fiend. Jurgis could see her outstretched hands, shaking and twitching, roaming here and there over the bed at will, like living things

The Jungle | #14

So often this mood would come to Ona, in the night time, when something wakened her; she would lie, afraid of the beating of her own heart, fronting the blood-red eyes of the old primeval terror of life.

The Jungle | #13

And now he died. Perhaps it was the smoked sausage he had eaten that morning—which may have been made out of some of the tuberculous pork that is taken out at the bottom of the tank.

The Jungle | #12

Little Kotrina was like most children of the poor, prematurely made old; she had to take care of her little brother and sister, both of them cripples, and also of the baby, and of Jurgis.

The Jungle | #11

...what possible chance has a poor foreign working-girl to understand the banking business, as it is conducted in the in this land of frenzied finance?

The Jungle | #10

...and so she was always chasing up the phantom of good health, and losing it because she was too poor to continue.

The Jungle | #9

...and then the pluckers had to pull out this wool with their bare hands, till the acid had eaten their fingers off.

The Jungle | #8

So out of all this nightmare of horror there was borne a new vision, a new hope; there was a gleam of light in the midnight sky, and men cried out that it was a dawn.

The Jungle | #7

The whole country was a lie; its freedom was a lie, a snare for pauper workingmen; its prosperity was a lie of rich employers, its justice was a lie of grafting politicians.

The Jungle | #6

...but it seemed a shame that life was so very hard for poor people—there was no way they could keep alive in the world.

The Jungle | #5

All of these were sinister incidents, but none of them were so bad as some that Jurgis saw with his own eyes before long.

The Jungle | #4

Most persons would admit that it might prove a difficult matter to be sentimental in a language in which sob is known as a “gukcziojimas,” and a smile as a “nusiszypsojimas.”

The Jungle | #3

Relentless, remorseless, it was; all his protest, his screams, were nothing to it. It did its cruel will with him, as if his wishes, his feelings, had simply no existence at all; it cut his throat and watched him gasp out his life.

The Jungle | #2

Then, also, he made a map of the district, and in each block he put a black dot for every child that had died there in the past year; when he finished you would have said that his map had been made with a pepper cruet.

The Jungle | #1

By: Upton Sinclair, Originally published Feb. 25, 1905