Yes, I hear you: we all miss fundraising a little bit. It’s tedious, intrusive, and annoying. An obligatory evil. But some of you are becoming downright sadistic about this experience. For example, I won an email from “Chuck in Chillicothe”:
Hi St. Clair. I’ve had enough of this. The least you can do is re-read the article you wrote about your daily routine, fasting, binge drinking, legal calls for letters, threats from Sandernistas, your Dead Hours sorting through your inbox piles of emails, but none, really, as funny as mine. Your pain makes me happy.
Well, Chuck, here it is, as written six years ago, before COVID, before Biden, before D-6, before Ukraine, before 420 PPM, before Gaza, before CounterPunch magazine ended, before we turned 60, before our Australian, Boomer, died. Much has changed, but little for the better, as far as I know, except for the paintings of dozens of new writers who have joined our collective effort to describe what it means to live in a world ruled by an elite who turned out to have decided to destroy, for their own benefit, not only human civilization but also life on earth itself. Most importantly, to chronicle the global forces of resistance that have combined to prevent them.
Don’t forget, my Gaza War Diary appears every Saturday in CP.
–J. S. C.