prolepylene [he/him, comrade/them]

In the last year or two we’ve finally hit a point in the United States where the price, availability, and reliability of solar assemblies makes solar farms cheaper and more reliable than fossil fuel plants, and where individuals could get solar panels installed in the roof of their home or business for the cost of a used car.

This tariff throws that progress away. So much for the Biden regime’s stance that market mechanisms will solve climate change.

University of Minnesota students tried to set up an encampment last night similar to the one in Columbia. At 7 this morning police came through the camp, arrested 10 of the core organizers, and tore down the tents and signage.

The other says:

BOYCOTT

American

and

Israeli Goods

For any interested comrades, the sign that everyone is holding up says:

Allah Akbar

Death to America

Death to Israel

Curse/Damn the Jews

Victory to Islam

Its minkey mouse but !

It is also worth noting that of that 900 million acres, only a portion of it goes towards food for humans or livestock. Most of the corn and soybeans grown are used industrially for ethanol, lubricants, acids, starches, and rubber. We also grow things like tobacco, medicines, and cotton, which may be needed, but are not food. A significant portion of corn is also traded as a currency “commodity crop” in a market I don’t understand at all.

If I recall correctly, roughly 40% of farmland is dedicated to food production for livestock, and 2% is dedicated to food for direct human consumption. So assuming you already have all necessities, and only need food without any change to an average american diet, we may need as little as 1.05 acres per person, following your math.

In this case, and most of the south states post civil war, white people still own the farm land but rent it out to the black former slave families who would live there and do the actual farming.

Obama, but he’s trained with the Bene Gesserit: “Uhhh, let me face fear”

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THE trick that anyone cooking tempeh should know is that you need to steam it before using it. Just steam it for a little bit before baking, or frying, or whatever and you’ll get rid of that sharp, almost chemical taste tempeh tends to have.

No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.