Keep it like this?
On the night of April 30th to May 1st 2013 German authorities allowed Nazi groups to march through Berlin.
Over 6000 people joined Atari Teenage Riot, the Anti-Fascist Action, and various other anti-racism activists and artists who gathered for a free concert to block the Nazi march!
Since the economic crisis in Europe began, various Neo-Nazi organizations have tried to win new support. They are either denying the Holocaust or openly support the mass killings ordered by Adolph Hitler. It’s a shame that in our time the German taxpayer is financing Nazi marches that are protected by the police.
If you are reading this, help us educate and mobilize friends, family and people you know.
Too many racist attacks are happening everywhere - the threat is real.
We fight for a world in which Nazi ideology does NOT exist anymore. That world has existed for thousands of years and it will exist again!
We fight for that world with our minds.
The content of your mind is NOT inherited - your convictions, character and values are not determined before you are born. You, as an individual, control them. Don’t let racists and Nazis tell you otherwise.
When we came together in Berlin on April 30th, we sent a message.
Let’s also think of those who fight from behind the computer screens in the virtual world: Anonymous Operation Blitzkrieg, all bloggers, activists and those who spread the message!
An observation on my mom’s front porch.
I’m waiting for my popcorn popper to cool off, having roasted a half-week’s worth of Ethiopian Harrar and getting ready to turn some Tanzanian Peaberry into some yummy yummy ish.
I have no clue where this need to have such control over my coffee came from. I never felt the urge in Portland (not with Stumptown within a decent walk), even though I probably could have saved myself a decent chunk of change. I didn’t even feel the need when I moved back to Iowa—coffee here sucks, for sure, but there was always something passable nearby that I could suffer through. Although I suppose the pretty penny I paid was the clincher—getting decent coffee in Des Moines is tricky, especially considering how everyone here likes their coffee fucking scorched, Starbucks-style.
Yeah, I guess it was the money what made my mind up.
Like most things I get into, I’ve really gotten the fuck into home-roasting; each bean gets its day in the sun, although I have to say the African beans tickle me the most. With apologies to my Colombian heads, give me an Ethiopian bean whenever.
The funny thing is that, now that I roast my own coffee and french press it, I don’t get crazy withdrawal headaches when I, say, don’t want to drink coffee on a given day. I notice it (lethargy, mostly, although it’s more apathy than lethargy), for sure, but it doesn’t…suck.
It could all just be placebo, mind-over-matter type ish, too. Who knows?
