brian annan

“It is written, we musn’t forget, in the Prisonhouse of Nations —the United States of America. Here, there are more than 2.3 million men, women, and juveniles under lock and key. As theNewYork Timeshas recently reported, the U.S. has just under 5 percent of the world’s population, yet it has a quarter of the world’s prison population.1 In the realm of imprisonment, the United States truly is Number one.”
― Mumia Abu-Jamal, Jailhouse Lawyers: Prisoners Defending Prisoners v. the USA

“God does not exist, God is not good. All that awaits us is the cat who will urinate on our grave.”
― Alejandro Jodorowsky, Where the Bird Sings Best

“There has always been another way. “It is in vain to alledge, that our ancestors brought them hither, and not we,” Yale President Timothy Dwight said in 1810. We inherit our ample patrimony with all its incumbrances; and are bound to pay the debts of our ancestors. This debt, particularly, we are bound to discharge: and, when the righteous Judge of the Universe comes to reckon with his servants, he will rigidly exact the payment at our hands. To give them liberty, and stop here, is to entail upon them a curse.”
― Ta-Nehisi Coates, We Were Eight Years in Power: An American Tragedy

“Is that what we do? We pitch our tents, do our little clown shows, and then take off up the road to the next town ahead? Leaving our science-fictional debris on the blasted dirt to poison the minds of future generations, like the alien litter in STALKER and ROADSIDE PICNIC. Flying cars rusting out like Saturn Five rockets propped up as roadkill talismans at Kennedy, leaking toxins into the soil. Jetpacks oozing fuel from cracks in their tanks and poisoning the grass. Three-ring moonbases crumbling in the solar wind. Birdshit on the time machines. Big fat rats scavenging broken packs of food capsules, Best Before Date of 1971. A Westinghouse Robot Smoking Companion, vintage of 1931, slumped up against a tree, tin fingers still twitching for a cigarette. Vines growing through a busted cyberspace deck. The shreds of inflatable furniture designed for the space hospitals of 1955. Lizards perched atop a weather control cannon. Atomic batteries mouldering inside the grips of laser pistols abandoned in the weeds.”
― Warren Ellis, CUNNING PLANS: Talks By Warren Ellis