Just a couple of quick, serious links...
Election 2024
Voting information for counties still affected by the hurricane:
Glyphosate Awareness
I don't think I've ever met Anna Lappe, but her parents, Marc and Frances Moore Lappe, did the research my parents presented to our neighbors, between 1967 and 1971, to make my neighborhood the healthy environment in which it was possible for me to survive even as "the Weepy Weed" I cheerfully called myself. I was one of the baby-boomers who had melodramatic asthma attacks as reactions to chlordane, a pleasant-smelling carcinogen people used to spray in the ludicrous hope of controlling roaches; it did not noticeably discourage roaches but did it ever make us ill. The senior Lappes were the pioneers who told people like my parents that chlordane was what was killing their children. And PARaquat was what was giving "Great-Uncle Park" PARkinson's Disease. And, generally, we'd all be better off if we just wrote off farms as a source of income for a few years, planted cover crops and regarded any actual crops as a party gift from Nature, took jobs in town, and just waited for organically grown crops to start growing again. And So It Was! For years every ear of corn seemed to have an earworm; we picked the corn, peeled the ears, cut off the bits with the caterpillars sliming around on them for the chickens and took the rest to the pony, or the cows after we'd all outgrown the pony...but every year, more and more of those years of organically grown, heirloom-breed corn were fit for human consumption. I know the horror with which farmers think about going organic. Been there, done that. And here I stand to testify that if you pay off any old loans and don't take out new ones you do, indeed, get the trophy.
But here's Anna Lappe's horrified lifelong Democrat's reaction to the news that...she can't bring herself to type it...during the Trump administration that corrupt EPA of Then cheerfully collaborated with the chemical industry to make an official enemies list, and yes, the Biden administration has maintained that list and added data about us for our enemies to use AT THE PUBLIC EXPENSE. But she can only bear to mention the Trump administration's role. My heart goes out to this stricken woman.
Only people whose children are grown and on their own should be publicly advocating a ban on spray poisoning. It really is that bad. Public pressure to stop funding this list won't keep our enemies from remembering our names. Young readers can still support Glyphosate Awareness...privately, by talking to friends offline, by buying clean food, by writing to your elected officials, and by voting for the candidate who's publicly promised to put RFK in charge of public health in the second Trump administration. I don't like the idea of voting for Trump any more than Anna Lappe does, but a vote for the Mean Girl is a vote for four more years of having poison deliberately sprayed at our windows from the road and not even being able to prosecute this violent crime. Trump is our only hope for making the companies wish they'd stopped producing paraquat the day Michael J. Fox was diagnosed and stopped producing glyphosate the day NIH posted the Samsel-Seneff report to their web site.
I want the corporations to stop manufacturing these poisons. I want public funding to be used to buy back these poisons and store them in lead-lined vaults as the weapons of war they are. I want the corporate executives to have to get down on their knees in court and sign over the controlling shares of stock in their corporations to those of us they have done grievous bodily harm; I mean, specifically, the individual shill who pooh-poohed my testimony about glyphosate with "So, you threw up," as if making people vomit were not a violent assault even if no internal bleeding was involved, gets to sign over his share of the company and his salary, to me, personally, and thank me for agreeing to let him sign on for heavily supervised work release picking insects off crops on a newly organic farm. I want those things enough that I can even watch the Orange One spewing disgusting orange rhetoric about border-jumping criminals, even when he's calling them "immigrants" which is the last thing they should ever be, and think...well, y'know, he has the courage of his convictions. Donald Trump was never known for physical courage before his reported religious conversion, so I suppose that conversion is real. He took a bullet and stood up again and promised to clean up our food system. Not only do I intend to vote for him; I would, by now, shake his hand.
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