Going Rogue With Caitlin Johnstone

I want a free Palestine and a free mind, a free heart and a free world. I want the oceans teeming with life and the air full of plant sex and dragonflies. I want a society where nobody needs to work but most people want to, except for the occasional eccentric dude (and there will always be the occasional eccentric dude), but he will have a flute and a story to tell. I want to write essays that open eyes and poems that open hearts and fan the flames of a revolution that will open the iron fist of the empire. I want to make something so beautiful that people will want to destroy it, until they recognize it's just a mirror of the beauty that hides choked back within themselves. I want a fiftieth birthday party with a somber accordion player and his weeping wife who plays the saw, and I want everyone to drink ambrosia cocktails out of teapots and tell each other things they've never told anyone else before. I want to hand out unconditional flowers at Flinders Street station and be happy with however they're recei