Teddy Roosevelt, 1898.
Anarcho-Derpist
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In the countries of capitalism – the path of the talent…
In the countries of socialism – the path to the talent!
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Boy playing violin, Iraq
Photograph by Julie Adnan, Reuters“Some 160 miles northeast of Baghdad, in a Sulaymaniyah music hall ravaged by war, looting, and neglect, a violin-playing boy sounds a note of hope.”
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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary the day his wife died. This breaks my heart every time I look at it.
A barricade, Paris Commune, 1871.
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Paris Commune (1871)
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A Scottish traveler testifies to the unique attraction of the power of fire, speaking after rebels had burned the Hôtel de Ville in Paris in May, 1871: “Never could I have imagined anything so beautiful. It’s superb. I won’t deny that the people of the Commune are frightful rogues. But what artists! And they were not even aware of their own masterpiece! […] I have seen the ruins of Amalfi bathed in the azure swells of the Mediterranean, and the ruins of the Tung-hoor temples in Punjab. I’ve seen Rome and many other things. But nothing can compare to what I have seen here tonight before my very eyes.”
— The Coming Insurrection](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzb34yGXX21qi4q5go1_400.jpg)
A Scottish traveler testifies to the unique attraction of the power of fire, speaking after rebels had burned the Hôtel de Ville in Paris in May, 1871: “Never could I have imagined anything so beautiful. It’s superb. I won’t deny that the people of the Commune are frightful rogues. But what artists! And they were not even aware of their own masterpiece! […] I have seen the ruins of Amalfi bathed in the azure swells of the Mediterranean, and the ruins of the Tung-hoor temples in Punjab. I’ve seen Rome and many other things. But nothing can compare to what I have seen here tonight before my very eyes.”
