What sort of times are these — where a conversation about trees comes close to crime, because it contains a silence about so many misdeeds?

“To Posterity”, Bertholt Brecht

Submitted by Wesley, who notes that he came across this translation of the poem “because it is referenced on my great grandfather's tombstone, and feels uncannily fitting for the current moment.”

Their mutual relationship is like that of lawyer’s fees, beetroot and music.

Capital Vol. III, Karl Marx

Not sure if Marx or the translator said “fuck an Oxford comma” here, but I’ll allow it.

After a Montana man illegally cloned and bred an endangered giant sheep species, government agencies must now contend with the illicit offspring.

Subheading for “The US Has a Cloned Sheep Contraband Problem”, Matt Reynolds for Wired

Via John Darnielle on Bluesky.

Dawn had not yet broken on the election results last week when Democrats began their favored ritual of falling out of love.

“Republican Victory and the Ambience of Information”, Nathan Heller for The New Yorker

Much like family members, our brands are abstract nodes of wealth, interchangeable assets for their patriarch to absorb and discard according to the opaque whims of the market.

“Here’s Why I Decided to Buy InfoWars”, Bryce P. Tetraeder for The Onion

Submitted by Wesley.

A person who merely refuses to learn what can be known is not a skeptic, but rather an ignoramus; a person who raises questions but does not seek their answers is not a skeptic, but a bullshitter.

“What the Fuck is a ‘Vaccine Skeptic’?”, Albert Burnkeo for Defector

Submitted by James.