-- The Politician-Free Zone
 
 
 
As well as being politically spot on, this website also has awesome psychic powers.
 
 
 
Useful or fun stuff on other sites.
 
 
 
Carlo Giuliani was a 23 year old anarchist, killed by Italian police at a protest in 2001.
 
 
 
Free board game based on the 1999 anti-World Trade Organization demonstrations.
 
 
 
An anarchist tribute to Tintin.
 
 
 
An introduction to the site and information on the latest things that've been added to it.
 
 
 
How long would it take the head of a big company to earn your pay? Trick question - they don't earn their pay.
 
 
 
A small collection of political tattoos.
 
 
 
Information about Rachel Corrie, an American killed by the Israeli army in 2003.
 
 
 
The latest Australian and international news, facts and quotes.
 
 
 
A small collection of fonts for Word and other programs, including take-offs of McDonalds and other corporate logos.
 
 
 
The Politician-Free Zone is the place to start if you're interested in reading about anarchist ideas. It has articles which between them answer most of the questions that people have, as well as a lot of cartoons and graphics.
 
 
Advertisement
where the money goes
 
PLEASE NOTE: As of November 2014, this site is no longer updated. However it will be left up indefinitely as an archive.
 
 
 
Back to the main list.
 
Dulce Et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
 
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
 
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
 
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
 
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
 
(editor's note: the Latin phrase means
"It is sweet and great to die for your country."
 
Back to the main list.