In Which Your Humble Blogger does not see a path to the desired future, but tolerabimus, eh? We keep moving.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hocks a tchainik, again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes whilst in a pessimistic mood, so, fair warning an all, yeh?
In Which Your Humble Blogger did get to playtest a boardgame recently and suggest new rules, which was awesome.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still likes to believe in the Madisonian system of normally ambitious politicians reacting normally to normal incentives, ha bloody ha.
In Which Your Humble Blogger points out that politics, in the course of a contradictory transitional period, and still bound within our fundamentally market-oriented noetic field, is simply the process of collectivization within capitalism, and that therefore the emancipation of labor is no simple matter of the promotion of the instruments of labor to the common property of society—this is the objective difference between a Socialism that develops from a capitalist system and one that merely emerges from it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes the sound of his own voices, or rather, voices.
In Which Your Humble Blogger embarrasses himself, but has a point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives you the whole list in one post, rather than in dribs and drabs and a final wrap-up.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not yet ready, but somehow that doesn't stop time from passing.
