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We don’t yet have the language to describe the new wave of activism that’s going to sweep the planet as the endgame intensifies. But it’s not people marching through the streets, shouting the same old slogans, waving the same old signs… no! It’s going to be people breaking out of their funks, their depressions and anxieties, their cowardly wokeness — rejuvenating their revolutionary spirit — millions of us in cities everywhere, venturing out alone and in small wolf packs on #FuckItAll Fridays, pulling off myriad acts of civil disobedience, demanding world leaders listen to us, and threatening to bring their doomsday machine to a screeching halt if they don’t.

We catalyze a sudden, unexpected moment of truth, a stunning reversal of perspective - a global mind shift - from which the corpo-consumerist forces never fully recover

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The work of art of the future will be the construction of a passionate life.
- Raoul Vaneigem

To win the planetary endgame, we have to reinvent ourselves - come up with a new vibe.

Latour spoke to us of future possibilities and dangers. He showed us how to think with the things of the world, respecting their right to exist and act on their own terms. This radical reorientation is his legacy. Through it, the climate crisis becomes an opportunity for a renaissance-like reset of the sciences, the arts, the law, and politics — an escape of thought turning in circles in these self-validating disciplines. Through it, he offers us hope for a new kind of civilization: one in which we put aside human mastery and learn the ‘languages’ of rivers, mountains, oil pipelines, baboons, voodoo dolls, and viruses. For these are the many murmurs of Earth itself, growing louder and louder.
— by Stephen Muecke, writing for Aeon about the late Bruno Latour (1947–2022)

Humanity has always pulled out a win in the fourth quarter. The Big Chill 150,000 years ago nearly knocked us out before we'd really gotten started. The Toba volcano almost finished us 70,000 years ago, but we persisted. We dodged nuclear apocalypse by a hair's-breadth during the Cuban missile crisis. We've been knocked back decades by plagues and pandemics a few times, but we always come back swinging.

It's in our nature to adapt and overcome right?

Human progress will continue into the far future! The GDP will keep rising! We'll figure out climate change by sheer force of our technological optimism . . .

Or we won't.

Tucker Carlson doesn't have the guts to confront his role in spreading the Big Lie. He's a parasite feeding off of the collective anger of millions of Americans, and giving them nothing in return.

Hey Rupert,

Wow . . . we can’t believe it . . . you’re suddenly vulnerable . . . Dominion has you spooked!  As this legal action gathers momentum over the next few months, we the truth loving people of the world will come after you with all the outrage we can muster, and try to topple this sicko media empire of yours once and for all.

— The Third Force

Adbusters 165 Hits Newsstands WOrldwide NOw!

Adbusters #165

The Breaking Good/Breaking Bad issue

AB 165: The Good Bad issue

For the first issue of the new year, we're transitioning into a stunningly large magazine format — something reminiscent of Andy Warhol’s Interview.

The issue will have a poetically profound good side and a ferociously angry bad side, with an almighty clash of humanity's two alternate futures in the middle.

PhD student or teenage street fighter, this issue will transfix you — turn you into a fired-up player of the planetary endgame.

My teenage daughter’s social life is a whirl of competing invitations: You wanna go thrifting, or to the movies? Or maybe we grab some food while we prep for the Model UN trip and solve the world’s problems before sunrise?

All her friends are female or female identified. They are flowering, flourishing, gunning for a future full of power and promise. No boys cloud this picture. These girls have no more use for boys than ducks have for socks.

However her romantic proclivities ripen, it seems least an even bet that my daughter ends up with a female life partner, almost by default. The boys her age are in MIA. They are at home, bestriding their online private kingdoms: Crossfire, Grand Theft Auto, Orcs Must Die! 3. Their reflexes are extremely good.

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In some ways they are following the path of the hikikomori, Japan’s lost generation of young men who started opting out more deliberately at least a decade ago. Cultural and family pressures have boxed the min. It’s a game they can’t win, so they have decided not to play. With a fuck that wave of the hand, the hikikomori confine themselves to their bedrooms for months or even years. They are conscientious objectors, secure in their caves, hermits without the asceticism. Reliable estimates put their number at half a million. Here in the West, some of the lost boys do venture out. Only to get promptly, cruelly... read more

A Third Intifada?

Benjamin Netanyahu has finally pushed the Palestinians to the brink. There’s nowhere left for them to go. Much like what Putin did to the Ukrainians. Now the people of Palestine must decide: Stand up and fight like hell, or lose any chance of freedom forever.


Fight, fight, fight for your freedom! Stand up to the occupiers. Do what the Algerian freedom fighters did to France, what the South African freedom fighters did to apartheid and what the Ukrainian freedom fighters are doing right now to Putin.

And gain strength from knowing the bulk of the people of the world are behind you. Billions of us will fight alongside you with boycotts, donations, cash transfers and everything else we got.

- The Third Force

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You can help the people of Palestine win their freedom fight: Take this BDS Tarot card and make it go viral.

India's PM Modi is running scared.

He doesn’t want anyone to see this BBC documentary that exposes his role in the 2002 Gujarat massacre in which over 1,000 people were brutally killed. He's bringing his full weight to bear, silencing streams and shutting down showings . . . and cowardly corporations like Twitter and Meta are falling in line.

So let’s fight back.

Take a look at this video, then share it as widely as you can:
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Dear Mr. Vladimir Putin,

You are a bad man. You have broken the people’s First Commandment - invaded a neighboring country and caused havoc in the world.

And for this Dear Vladimir, we will punish you.

We will stop buying your vodka, boycott everything you make . . . stop buying your oil and gas . . . and we’ll treat you with utter contempt on the world stage.

Bit by bit, we will sap your power and pop your mystique, until your people wake up and plop you into the dustbin of history.

From now on, this is what happens to world leaders who break the people’s First Commandment.

Your ass is too tight.
Your surveillance too Orwellian.
Your censorship too monolithic.
Your China too much like a slave state.

Loosen up President Xi, or your brittle system will suddenly crack.

godard did to movies what dylan did to music.
- quentin tarantino

A film critic once said of Jean-Luc Godard that his films “teach us to demand more of the life we’re given.” But it’s the way he made those films that changed everything – for me, and for every artist, in every medium, ever since. When he opted for assisted suicide last month, his death hit me like a punch.

It took my breath away. Godard was obviously on to something revolutionary, dicking around with the basic grammar of film. Those whipsaw jump cuts that bypassed the brain and shot directly to the heart. The film seemed to be saying that life really can swerve in a bold new direction at any moment — and soon after, mine did.

godard put me on the path I'm on . . .
i want to break forms.
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Kalle Lasn's Latest MindBomb

More MindBombs

Remember when Extinction Rebellion burst onto the scene in 2018? They hit like a tornado. They were fired up and angry ...

After years of tepid work from groups like Greenpeace and the Sierra Club slowly filled the well, XR came along and said, "Here's a bucket. Start drawing water.”

Fast forward to 2023. XR UK is getting out of the rebellion game. No more blocked roads, no more smashed windows, no more arrests.But we're not done rebelling. With XR out of the fight, we need a new strategy going forward. So let's get to it.

Read the full open letter...

World Revolution Now!

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"Fuck around and find out if Dead City Punks go down swinging"

by @dead_city_punx_

Noticed a patch of grass shooting up next to the garage . . . my first instinct was to cut it down . . .whack it off with the weed-eater like I always do. . .But for some reason this time I couldn’t do it. This little tuft was trying so hard to thrust its way out of the stoney earth . . . a wild spirit wanting to have its moment in the sun . . . I saw bugs and beetles running around in there too . . . a tiny eco-system.
Gives me a good vibe every time I walk by.

Damn those blackberry brambles! . . . they’re multiplying like crazy . . . climbing over the garage . . . now creeping right onto the porch.

I’m losing my thirty year battle with this wild weed . . . can’t hack it down and keep it at bay like I used to. Every year I fade away a bit, while it grows stronger.

I’ve always known it was a losing battle . . . that in the end, the blackberries were destined to win. But in the meantime, I sure relish that fierce taste when I pop one in my mouth.

Quiet evening . . . preparing Masako’s dinner. And there’s this pesky fly buzzing around. It keeps landing on the counter. I shoo it away but it always comes back, like it has every right to be here in my kitchen. Eventually I grab the swatter. But then it lands on a sheet of Saran Wrap and stands resolutely right in front of my eyes . . . stunningly luminescent blue-green wings. . . quivering antennae . . . legs rubbing each other. I can tell it’s a bit slow and wonky from the autumn chill. I think it’s hungry too.

And now I have a new thought: Why not just let this fly be. Leave it alone. Let it hang around for another day or two, rounding out its natural life on its own terms.

This slowly unfolding drama reminded me of a Mr. Magoo cartoon clip from my childhood. That half-blind old trickster striding jauntily down a garden path, chattering to himself. He glimpses a line of ants marching towards him . . . with great pomp he steps aside and gives them the right of way.

. . . a whole flock of hummingbirds are ducking and diving around my bean patch. My god how fierce they get. Don’t know if it’s males chasing females or the other way around, but they go at each other with a vengeance that we humans no longer knowhow to muster. Is this is the root of our malaise? Why Hollywood movies are boring . . . TV is boring . . . the art scene is boring?

Why nothing lights us up anymore. Why no tiny miracles lift our spirits. Is it because we’ve cancelled all the mavericks, crazies and outliers? Because we no longer abide savage spontaneity?Because the wild has been beaten out of us? And could this be why we’re losing the planetary endgame. Why bureaucrats are calling all the climate shots? And algorithms are winning all the elections? And social progress has ground to a halt?

To make it through this century we’ll have to pull off a jump cut . . . be like those birds, juking and feinting and mixing it up, with fuck-it-all fierceness.

Come with us for a journey of a lifetime.

Time magazine put Zelensky on the cover as Person of the Year. We here at Adbusters might have made a different choice. Not that it’s a competition, but for our money it has to be Gustavo Petro. Because his cause goes beyond the survival and dignity of one nation. It’s about the future of every living soul.

“Which is more poisonous for humanity — cocaine or coal?” Petro asked, from the floor of the United Nations General Assembly last summer, just weeks after being elected president of Colombia. “Surmounting the climate crisis,” he told the world leaders assembled there, “means leaving behind the consumption of oil and gas.”

There’s a word for someone who shows up not when he’s wanted but when he’s needed. They call that person a prophet. Read More...

One day...

we'll shake our heads and wonder why our lives are so full of cookies and influencers and data-capture and linkbait and bots. We'll wonder why we allowed surveillance capitalism to become the norm, and whether the damage to our political, cultural, and emotional lives can ever be undone.


Mental Liberation is about gaining agency from the neck up... learning to nip anxieties in the bud, modulating mood swings, shifting vibes, ambiences, tones funks... seeing dark clouds on the horizon and taking action before they engulf us... and being fearless at just the right moment.


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Existence is a free
gift from the sun
- Nicholas Georgescu-Roegen

Herman Daly, a towering figure who was shamefully suppressed by generations of mainstream economists, passed away on October 28, 2022.

Rest in Peace

Come the moment,
come the man

Is the world finally ready to listen to Herman Daly, father of ecological economics?

The first mind Herman Daly changed was his own.
When he started studying economics in the 1950s at Rice University, in his hometown of Houston, he was a“growther” — just like pretty much every other economist.
The rules were simple: You keep producing more things for people to use, and the market system fairly distributes these things; wealth trickles down and everyone’s life gradually gets better.


Three blind mice

This year’s Nobel Prize in Economics went to three economists who certainly made an impact, just not in the way we might hope. Each of them played a huge part in perpetrating multiple financial meltdowns, crippling the world’s economy and pushing humanity to the brink of collapse. They and their neoclassical colleagues are the architects and cheerleaders of our failing world system, and I’d be happy if angry Econ101 students who know full well they have no future started disrupting classes, throwing pies and nailing manifestos to their professors’ doors.


Stick this to your Professor's door.

The wolf is a pack animal, but I am a lone wolf.

I dislike the crush of the protesting crowd. My hands don't grip placards. My voice rings false when raised to chant.

I prefer the solitary range. As I roam, in descending twilight, I mark territory. Sticking blackspots on ads I don't like. Laying notes on ATMs and posters in strategic locations. I forgo the tumult of demonstration for the prinprick of consciousness that will catch someone, somewhere, sometime, unawares.




To live without dead time means to embody a great refusal, to find pleasure in struggle, to transform every moment of existence into a repudiation of the consumerist nightmare and an affirmation of revolutionary possibility. A semester, a year, a decade without Big Macs, Frappucinos and Facebook but overflowing with midnight adventures of blackspotted billboards, guerrilla gardening and spectacular synchronized global memewar actions. Imagine if a huge number of us start living in this way, turning daily life itself into a form of resistance that re-enchants the city and reawakens the promise of a people’s insurrection. The way forward is through this kind of radical play.

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We’re caught in an existential crisis with no obvious way out. It’s time to question the hidden coordinates of our reality and launch a new operating system for Planet Earth. We're about to give you the codes . . . Are you ready?

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