The Post-Partisan Emporium

  The Laughter of Wolves John Michael Greer As I write these words, lean gray wolves are pacing through a rain-soaked landscape in eastern Europe.  Dim rumbling sounds in the far distance, like summer thunder that’s strayed into the wrong season, don’t bother them. Nor does it trouble them that the forest around them is dotted with the decaying ruins of buildings abandoned half a century ago. Something else doesn’t disturb them, either, but we’ll get to that. Keep the wolves in mind as we proceed. Keep them in mind. It may seem like an improbable leap from wolves running through the forest to a flustered speech by one of the pampered darlings of the Western world’s corporate aristocracy, but there’s a connection. The pampered darling is Yuval Noah Harari, the chief intellectual of  the Davos set these days. I hope I won’t be accused of setting up a straw man if I mention that he’s a gay vegan atheist who practices mindfulness meditation and writes the kind of big-picture history books

  Let's eat. Each other. IRINA SLAV About a year ago, I came across a website that seemingly promoted the self-donation of dying people to be used for meat after death. It was a really well done website, simple yet elegant and very, very convincing, up to and including in the section about the organisation having obtained all legal documents necessary to conduct its activity. Taught by life to expect pretty much everything from my fellow human beings I took the website seriously, at first. So did a lot of other people who didn’t take the time to really dig into the website to find it was, in fact, “a conceptual art project”. I can understand why. The idea of eating other humans was too outstandingly horrific to provoke anything other than outrage and disgust. Of course, the website no longer exists. Or maybe it’s hidden well. In any case, I couldn’t find it but I did find a series of “fact-checks”  telling  anyone interested that the good people behind the website were only making