
Someone more important to me than any atom in my personal space, more than my wealthy socialist gentleman, or any bit of alleviation of this long-aching forced hypochondriasis, once signed a letter to me this way. It's a diamond that never stops knocking my eyes out with its deepest content, its cosmos of relief from slavery, its utterly unspeakable wealth of positive manifestation. If I could load a gun with bullets of this, I'd shoot you all right between the eyes.
Lectures from sidebar tacked on for archive:
Norman Finkelstein talking sense into you:
and another Finkelstein lecture
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