in 1846 a group of pioneers became trapped in the snow. starving, delirious, and dying they were forced to consume the flesh of their dead comrades, thinly shaved and warmed on vertical spits by the campfire, served on thin bread. that is why today we know it as the döner pass
Locals didn’t think Roundup was being sprayed near Lake Tahoe. So @natethecurious went to find out.
Nate dug up maps from the Forest Service's website, and headed to a spot where one of them indicated spraying might already be happening.
Public uproar has echoed across the Tahoe area since April, when our yearlong Mother Jones investigation revealed that, in California, the fastest-growing use of glyphosate—the main ingredient in Roundup—is to spray forested areas, including this massive new project around Lake Tahoe.
As the public outcry grew over the past few weeks, news begin circulating on social media that the Forest Service was backing off. “They cancelled the plan!" one person wrote. "People showed up to meetings, called our representatives and it’s finally cancelled. OUR VOICES MATTERED ON THIS ONE.”
But that wasn't true. At Sierra-at-Tahoe, Nate stood on a mountainside that clearly had been doused in glyphosate. The plants around him were nearly all dead—killed with the controversial herbicide, which the World Health Organization's International Agency for Research on Cancer has deemed a probable human carcinogen—and that a 2020 report from the US Environmental Protection Agency said likely harms 93 percent of endangered species.
You can read Nate's full report at https://t.co/MQyaBkIMgb.
US officials leaking to WaPo how badly Israel is weakening the Empire, shows growing resentment. Yet Israel remains confident that there’s no sacrifice Washington won’t make for Tel Aviv’s benefit, up to and including national suicide, and so far Israel’s been proven right
when the online rightwinger starts talking about how classical heroes were manly and stoic and paragons of virtue you have to realise theyre not actually talking about achilles or odysseus but about master chief from halo 2
hate when somebody pulls up to a stop sign before me and waves me through. who the fuck do you think you are? you don’t get to decide. those aren’t the rules. fuck you
I am supine suntanning naked in the yard. My phone rings. It’s my basil guy. “The plants just came in,” he says. “They’re coming off the truck right now. Four different species.” I bolt upright. “You’re kidding,”