Death by AI / Andy Worthington

The Enchantments of Mammon: How Capitalism Became the Religion of Modernity

Eugene McCarraher / Interview

The Government of No One: The Theory and Practice of Anarchism

Ruth Kinna / Interview

A People's Guide to Capitalism: An Introduction to Marxist Economics

Hadas Thier / Interview

The End of the Megamachine: A Brief History of a Failing Civilization

Fabian Scheidler / Interview

The Hologram: Feminist, Peer-to-Peer Health for a Post-Pandemic Future

Cassie Thornton / Interview

Potential History: Unlearning Imperialism

Ariella Aïsha Azoulay / Interview

Tiny You: A Western History of the Anti-Abortion Movement

Jennifer L. Holland / Interview

Sinews of War and Trade: Shipping and Capitalism in the Arabian Peninsula

Laleh Khalili / Interview

The Feminist War on Crime: The Unexpected Role of Women's Liberation in Mass Incarceration

Aya Gruber / Interview

Stranger Danger: Family Values, Childhood, and the American Carceral State

Paul M. Renfro / Interview

Tacky's Revolt: The Story of an Atlantic Slave War

Vincent Brown / Interview

The Dawning of the Apocalypse: The Roots of Slavery, White Supremacy, Settler Colonialism, and Capitalism in the Long Sixteenth Century

Gerald Horne / Interview

Welcome to the year-end Moment of Truth: the thirst that is the drink.

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Can the dead return to life? I know this is more of an Easter question than a Christmas question, but I have to ask because I plan on killing numerous people during and/or slightly prior to the upcoming Revolution, or war for independence from capitalism, and I want to be sure they can’t seek me out from some vantage point in the world of the dead – a mountaintop, or a ziggurat, perhaps – and thus locate me here in the living world, pierce the numinous veil, inhabit some corporeal structure of flesh, bone, and tendon, and do me an injury in payback. It really would spoil my plans, or at least disrupt them terribly.

My plan – and this is just between us – is to commit a few well-chosen assassinations first, either in the first few weeks of the war, or in the weeks leading up to it. This latter option is more difficult to plan for, but if everything we did in following our bliss were easy, it wouldn’t be bliss, would it?

And this particular segment of the plan is not such a worry. No one’s ever gone wrong committing an assassination. I mean, there are the celebrated disasters we’re familiar with from the lurid press – the Kennedys, Lincoln, Caesar, McKinley, King, John Lennon, Archduke Franz Ferdinand and such – but those are the sensational, tentpole assassinations, the splashy affairs.

Your run-of-the-mill assassination is just too run-of-the-mill for the tabloids (and they’re all tabloids these days) to bother with. The Russians, USA, and Israelis get away with them all the time. Israel just did one in Iran a couple weeks ago; Putin just denied an attempted one ten hours ago, and no one even got their hair mussed in consequence. I can hardly imagine anyone but an aggrieved bureaucrat even giving their desk so much as an angry fist-pound. And I think I can muster enough proof of Jewishness to qualify for Israeli citizenship –... read more