Grace Blakeley writes:

The world’s elites are inextricably linked. Their fates are tied. A defeat for one is a defeat for all. If resistance can work somewhere, it can work everywhere. Knowing this, ruling classes across much of the world are committed to crushing and delegitimising the movement for Palestinian liberation. If the corrupt, authoritarian regimes that govern us permit our protest to move them, we might start to realise that organising works. They need us to believe that resistance is futile.

The tech billionaires, the finance bros, the oligarchs, the corrupt bureaucrats – each of their positions rests on our obedience. That’s what capitalism is: a system of entrenched, institutionalised hierarchy, based on the unflinching obedience of each rung to those above. Workers obey bosses. Citizens obey governments. Debtors obey creditors. Colonies obey empires. The strength of the ruling class anywhere rests on the strength of obedience everywhere.

Organise, Unite, Resist. Free us all.

Dave Rupert on his blog writes:

I don’t have the capital to start my own Fourth Estate university or newspaper. But I do have this blog. A minor stake in the Fifth Estate. But my blog plus your blog, mix in some RSS and the power of sharing interesting blogs and podcasts… we might make a dent.

The indie-web (or however you want to call it) can be a powerful antidote to the billionaire owned assets and propaganda tools. Is it enough? Will we be islands of humanity bobbing along the river of AI slop? Is it enough to change a world where we have looks around all of this, going on?

Yes or no the world keeps turning, computers keep running and we’re allowed to have our place to share thoughts and fears and pictures of cats.

Sean Morley, writing for Now Then Magazine:

Every major political party seems to be operating under the belief that Reform UK supporters have five votes each and everyone who doesn’t want to pneumatically press disabled people into an impacted cube is unable to fill out a ballot card. We live in the (disenfranchised back of) the imperial core. Here, bigotry is always on the menu. Every policy dogwhistles pied piperishly at sunburnt pink-faced pint goblins who would sink the Titanic with a nuclear warhead if they heard there was a refugee on board. The culture is scarred with ancient ley lines of intolerance and conservativism.

I am astonished by the UK media/politicians who are seemingly desperate to placate the view of people who essentially have the intelligence and disposition of a someone who was kicked in the head by a horse.

They really exist. They have always existed. Trans people, just like gay people and short people, are just one of the types of people any person can turn out to be. And just like the gays and the shorts, they cannot be legislated out of existence. The most you can do is fearmonger them into retreating from public life.

But there’s always hope. This small, angry little island isn’t completely full of small, angry little islanders (although I am 5ft 6).

Messages of solidarity have poured in nationwide from feminist academics, musicians, writers, the film and TV industry, archaeologists, historians and geographers. The trans advocacy group TransLucent are taking legal action against the EHRC for inadequately scrutinising the supreme court decision. The Good Law Project are launching a legal case against Equalities Minister Bridget Phillipson. People are clogging the inboxes of MPs and staffers to combat the excessive influence of a tiny handful. If you haven’t done so yet, there is guidance for writing to your MP here and to the Prime Minister’s office here.

After a dry Jan and an accidentally wet Feb, I got back to winning ways in March. 30/31 days without a drink, and that one time an almost unavoidable Stag/Hen party. It’s been a good month, and I’m feeling the benefits both in my head and in my wallet.

Looking at the whole year I’m 88/93 days without alcohol. Looking ahead to April there are one or two occasions where I might be tempted, but I can feel that 3 months in, my relationship with drinking has started to change. I’m no longer thinking about weekends and picturing the pub, I’m thinking about getting round to the things I put off because I knew I would be hungover.

Again, I realise it’s not a totally dry month but I’m really pleased with how it’s going and with how my life will look at the end of the year. Yes, it’s a little Fitter, Happier, More Productive but so far, true.