#AntiWar

[radicalgraff]

Anti-war mural in Jerusalem

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

Hundreds of Jewish anti-war demonstrators have been arrested during a Passover seder that doubled as a protest in New York, as they shut down a major thoroughfare to pray for a ceasefire and urge the Senate majority leader, Chuck Schumer, to end US military aid to Israel.

The 300 or so arrests took place on Tuesday night at Grand Army Plaza, on the doorstep of Schumer’s Brooklyn residence, where thousands of mostly Jewish New Yorkers gathered for the seder, a ritual that marked the second night of the holiday celebrated as a festival of freedom by Jews worldwide.

The seder came just before the US Senate resoundingly passed a military package that includes $26bn for Israel.

[fuckyeahanarchistposters]

Anti-war graphic by Krime

[whereserpentswalk]

There's a place where living armor still walks.

It's an old battlefield. A location of a particularly bad memory for some cultures. There are ruined buildings, undetonated bombs, corpses, so many corpses. But what lasted the longest was the power armor. The armor that still walks.

They're old models of power armor. Made way back before the mega corporations started getting cheap with the internal processes of such things. Decades pass and they're still functioning. And they way they were made; they would do anything they need to to make sure they're whoever is inside doesn't die.

They're capable of automatically walking if the user isn't able to walk. And in their automatic walking mode they're capable of running from targets, even attacking hostiles if the user doesn't override such protocols. The only problem with this is that they never bothered to let the armor know when the person inside was dead.

All of the armor that contains dead bodies just keeps walking. With the starships they were meant to come back to long since flown away, they just wander forever, looking for rest and safety that does not exist for them anymore. And because of their automatic defense, if anyone tries to remove the bodies they'll consider it a hostile attempt to disarm, and attack. The governments and corporations involved decided that it wasn't of any use to try.

So the armor walks. Some in perfect condition, others with massive holes, or missing body parts, marking their deaths. And they wander. Locals know not to go anywhere near them. They're about as hostile a threat as local raiders or wildlife, and far less easy to reason with. But you can avoid them. And if you don't go close you'll just see them, walking to nowhere. Useally you'll just catch a glimpse, something moving, not quite human but human shaped, in the distance. Occasionally you'll even see a sign of the body inside, parts of the old armor fallen off, to reveal ancient bones.

There is a place where the dead still walk.

[blnxpc]

鋲で打ちつけられた秒(The Pinned Second)

鋲 /byō/ = pin, rivet, tack

秒 /byō/ = second

病 /byō/ = sick

廟 /byō/ = mausoleum

The atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima at 8:15:17 AM on August 6, 1945.

[degeneratedworker]

'For anti-imperialist solidarity, peace and friendship!' Soviet Union 1989

[thepopculturearchivist]

LIFE, January 26, 1928

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boston, massachusetts april 1970

anti-war rally, boston common

photograph by nick dewolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/52083188164

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[radicalgraff]

Improved military billboard spotted in Rochester, New York

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

By Oona A. Hathaway

What most analysts have failed to note, however, is that this lack of legal accountability for decisions by the U.S. president, including decisions to direct the military to use lethal force, is nothing new. It has long been the reality for most of the world outside the United States. For decades, American presidents have waged illegal wars, plotted to assassinate foreign leaders, unlawfully detained and tortured people, toppled democratic governments, and supported repressive regimes without any possibility of legal accountability in either domestic or international courts.

[fuckyeahanarchistposters]

",There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people"

Howard Zinn

[belongstolove]

#columbia

[blnxpc]

CEASEFIRE NOW

[whereserpentswalk]

A blood red cardinal flies over a snow covered battlefeild. As scattered soldiers run through ancient ruins in a failure to flee. For a momment a gray sky is flecked with scarlet.

A human archer sees the bird as he's checking his surroundings, while trying to fire his arrow at an orc. He sees the cardinal and remembers how they used to perch upon the roof of his town chapel when he was young. He remembers the play that they always put on in the winter, realizing he's already missed it due to the war, and hopes he can see it again next year. He fires his arrow at the orc, looking into her golden-red eyes, her pale green skin, her teeth as sharp as knives and her pitch black armor, seeing the monster his arrow has taken flight at he thinks to all he's heard of orcs, of how they destroy and defile every kingdom they come to, in his mind if he does not kill her, there will be no winter play.

An orcish warroir sees the red bird flying overhead. She thinks back to when she was young, and how cardinals would nest within the black stone buildings of her city every winter. How the storytellers and bards would tell stories were the cardinal was a trickster spirit, how they'd tell stories to the children of the city when it was too cold for them to play outside. She was too distracted by her own thoughts to realize the arrow aimed at her, until in struck her neck.

As she was bleeding on the steps of an ancient ruined temple, she looked up at the human who had shot her. She'd never seen humans from this far west before, they had blue eyes here. She wondered, trying to take her mind off of the pain that was killing her, if the creature that had shot her had storytellers of his own people, or if such joys were antithetical to the violence of such as brutal army. As she closed her eyes for the last time, she mourned that she would never hear the storytellers' songs again.