This is the age of the slogan, the soundbite, the snappy phrase in place of considered argument. Thought is dying; reason’s gone critical. In bookshops and magazine racks we’re told only what we want to hear: we’re told it in neat, bullet-pointed affirmations of our own worth.

No more. This is the fightback. The resuscitation. This is the slogan as explainer of the world. One a day for a year. Three hundred and sixty five phrases, soundbites and bullet points with which to make sense of the way things are now and point to how things could be tomorrow. Read them and weep.


Friday

53. I think, therefore I am

Blind acceptance, dumb adherence, meek following of the party line diminishes you as a human. It makes you less than human. When you don’t think for yourself, you stop being. When you don’t question, you lose humanity. Stop believing in everything you’re told. Start thinking. Become.
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