Karl Marx, Capital, volume III, chapter XV.
I hope that someday all these polls asking “who is to blame for the current recession?” will offer multiple choice options that extend beyond simply “Democrats? Republicans? Or both?”.
(via langer) (via jhnbrssndn)
Agreed! but uhh… Don’t count on it.
The Ghost Who Walks! …or sits and sulks, sometimes. (this drawing is rad)

Friday Night Fights: “Impressive”
New Avengers #58 … Captain America v. The God of War… kinda funny, that, no?

off to patrol this dude’s beat, see you Tumblr cats after the weekend.
Chicagoans (Chicago-ites? Chicagones? Chicogs?) don’t be surprised if you see me and i resemble this fellow. Also, this could easily be a Chicago alley-way.
Dark Meat - “Well Fuck You Then”
This Wednesday Morning Dance Party is brought to you from 2:30 Wednesday morning because I’m up drinking tea, listening to Dark Meat, and writing fiction and don’t expect to be dancing at the same time as y’all.
So, uhh, all of you with 9s to 5s: well, fuck you then.
(To those of you who accidentally saw this in the middle of the night: you are the real winners.)
The number one reason I want to see Dark Meat live is for the chance to possibly chant “Well Fuck You, Then!” with a room full of strangers.
Also, fuck me then, indeed.

a dipsomaniac is also comfortable accidentally getting your dog drunk while going along w/ your assumption that it’s altitude sickness and probably secretly stewing inside that his bottle’s been leaking. (also, that first panel makes me laugh)