hey gang,

not sure about you, but lately we've been feeling like lies are totally overrunning the geopolitical garden, outcompeting truth. and journalists? please. they won't even call trump out on proven bs like the big lie or climate change. social media doesn't help — force-feeding us a load of clickbait and misinformation.

the truth was supposed to set us free. so they buried it.

fake sued doodle

and speaking of buried, here's a headline that went seriously under the radar last week: the icc - yes, the international criminal court - sued trump. you might remember they issued a warrant for netanyahu's arrest last year. they also opened an investigation into alleged war crimes american troops committed in afghanistan way back. well, trump hit 'em with sanctions. now, judges kimberly prost of canada, solomy balungi bossa of uganda and reine adelaide sophie alapini-gansou of benin said these sanctions were designed to exert extrajudicial pressure with the objective of punishing and coercing them.

the icc is one of those few remarkable organizations that remind us we're one world, and that right and wrong know no borders. for a while it seemed like the us had them running scared . . . but now? well well well, how the turntables.

begs the question: why aren't we all standing up to these bullshitters like the icc is? yeah, we've had marches and social media campaigns, but all that's really done is throw these bastards a big parade for their crimes against humanity. here's what we think: we've got to find their personal straits of hormuz and hit 'em hard. make it hurt. that's the activism we need in the 21st century.

should be pink doodle

anyway, remember the roaches? this time, the gen z wave from the global south is crashing north … all the way to albania. over half the country's population is raising one big middle finger to kushner and ivanka for bulldozing paradise to build a luxury hotel, and calling out the corrupt government officials who sold them out in the first place. they're calling it the flamingo revolution.

another blossom on the world spring tree, everybody. we said it could happen. where next? think we blackspotters could screw up our courage and actually pull off that kind of thing here in north america? if not now, when?

woof doodle

but let's take a breather. have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a dog? well, we got you - read this absolute banger from ab 185.

and while you're at it, check out this incredible art we found by eduardo castaldo. mind = bombed.

well, that's the all rumpus 'round here.

but what do you think? can the truth still set us free? how are you planning to fight back? and what's your fav story about a time you recently did? we'd love to hear all about it.

until next time,

team ab

What it feels like to be a dog — Adbusters 185
Artwork by Eduardo Castaldo

Eduardo Castaldo

An excited World Cup crowd

World Cup 2026: The Beautiful Game as Compliance Ritual

Do not call it sport.
Call it a mood stabilizer for empire.
Eleven men run. A billion eyes obey.
The screen glows. The flag waves. The sponsor smiles.

Trump gets his photo op. FIFA gets its cut. The platforms get the data. The beer companies get the chant. The banks get the logo. The tech firms get the stream. The billionaire class gets the one thing it always needs:

Your attention.
You know this.
You know the spectacle is poisoned.
You know the stadium is a billboard.
You know the match is a laundering machine.
You know the whole thing turns joy into obedience.

And still, when the whistle blows, you reach for the remote. That is the politics of our age:
“I know, but.”
I know, but I love the game.
I know, but I need a break.
I know, but everyone is watching.
I know, but one person won’t matter.
“I know, but” is the anthem of the defeated consumer.
Not the oppressed.
The comfortable.

The comfortable radical.
The streaming anti-fascist.
The Prime-shipping anti-capitalist.
The algorithm-fed revolutionary.
The person who wants a new world, as long as it loads in HD.

The machine does not need you to believe in it. It only needs you to watch.

Cody Dalton is a PhD student in history at Virginia Tech.

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