"Whenever we need to make a very important decision it is best to trust our instincts, because reason usually tries to remove us from our dream, saying that the time is not yet right. Reason is afraid of defeat, but intuition enjoys life and its challenges." Paulo Coelho
The U.S. Center for Disease Control (CDC) reported weekly deaths by age in 122 cities, which represents about 25 to 35 percent of the population total. Deaths rose 4.46 percent from 2010 to 2011 in the 14 weeks after the arrival of Japanese fallout, compared with a 2.34 percent increase in the prior 14 weeks. The number of infant deaths after Fukushima rose 1.80 percent, compared with a previous 8.37 percent decrease. Projecting these figures for the entire United States yields 13,983 total deaths and 822 infant deaths in excess of the expected numbers. An updated analysis using the entire year 2011 raised the excess deaths to 21,851.
By contrast to nuclear tests that prolong the release of radioisotopes by dispersion into the stratosphere, emissions from nuclear power plants are dispersed at low atmospheric levels, brought down by rain and snow in a matter of days to weeks. Every nuclear power plant releases a number of isotopes, whether it is operating “normally” or melting down. These include Sr-90, Cs-137, I-131, argon, krypton, xenon and barium, taken up by animals, plants and humans.
The epidemic increase in childhood and adult cancer has occurred since World War II, when both chemical and radiological pollution spread over the world. Half a century later, there is no longer any doubt that radioisotopes in concert with industrial chemicals have caused this epidemic.
All forms of cancer can be induced by radiation. The incidence increases with cumulative dose, and younger aged individuals – human, animals and plants alike – are more sensitive to ionizing radiation than adults. It is not only cancer that is of concern, but genetic damage, birth defects, over-all health and loss of intellectual capacity, the latter absolutely essential for survival. In Belarus, only 20 percent of children are considered well by official standards since the Chernobyl catastrophe.
“I exist in many different shades of gray. And I exist, in many aspects of my life, in much more complex ways than I believe a label allows. Not that I’m uncomfortable with one.”—Amber Heard, an interview with Los Angeles Times (via alex-adrift)
So before I run off to get dressed for work, I have to share my Valentine’s experience. Had a meeting at work yesterday and on my way to the building where the meeting was to be held, I passed by many plants. Among the plants were a few with gorgeous white flowers with bright green leaves.
I stood staring at a particular bunch, thinking of various angles from which I could photograph them. A guy I sometimes see around the property passed by and I said good morning and he likewise. I realized he was looking at me staring at the flowers and I laughed thinking he probably thought I was weird as hec.
Well, when the meeting was over and I made my way back to my office, I saw the guy sitting a few feet away from my office building on his phone. I was about to crack a smart joke about him slacking off, when he gave me a paper holder (made from plain paper) with the bunch of flowers I was staring at.
Whitney Houston, who reigned as pop music‘s queen until her majestic voice and regal image were ravaged by drug use, erratic behavior and a tumultuous marriage to singer Bobby Brown, has died. She was 48.
Kristen Foster, a publicist, said Saturday that the singer had died, but the cause and the location of her death were unknown.
It’s a case built upon the handiwork of a mendacious snitch — Alex Johnson, AKA Junior — with an extensive criminal history and clear financial motives to see Buju arrested. An aggressive federal prosecutor spent big in two weeklong trials in Tampa to secure a celebrity conviction. The saga sheds light on how far the government will go and how dirty it will play to win the few big battles left in the long-ago failed War on Drugs. Now, while one of the most successful and controversial Jamaican artists — a man who won a Grammy for best reggae album a year ago — sits in a Miami penitentiary, the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals is considering whether unconstitutional tactics were used to nail a man who had no known criminal record.
Anyone watching the trial would have had questions. Buju never gave a dollar to anyone for cocaine, nor did he take a dollar. No one offered him the drug, and he didn’t offer it to anyone. There wasn’t even hard evidence that Buju expected to earn a dime. The government simply bombarded the jury, which included three African-Americans, with the video footage from the warehouse and audio recordings of a drunken Buju boasting about drugs — something many dancehall artists get paid to do. Perhaps most important, the second trial’s judge prohibited the introduction of evidence that the key informant is a hired liar who has been deemed untrustworthy in the past.
Meanwhile, Alex Johnson is free to wander the world in pursuit of his next target. His life goes on in his gated community. He is dragging out his fight with the IRS so he’ll never have to pay a cent in taxes on the millions he earned by urging other people to commit crimes.
OOOOK. so I’m here watching Chelsea vs Man U with my brother Andrew (a certified Blues fan). At 19 minutes into the game, this man was cursing that Sturridge shouldn’t be on the team because he kicked a ball outside; “All Sturridge fe come offa man field inno.” As the game continues, Sturridge sends a ball into the 6 yard box (well away from the net) and it bounces off a Man U player’s foot into the goal. Suddenly the idiot is running around screaming how much (and it’s especially animated because he’s speaking in Jamaican Creole) “Sturridge a killer from long time!!”
This is the problem with sports fans who are just a little too passionate. They expect players to be perfect and as soon as a mistake is made, they begin to malign and crucify. I can’t blame my brother for this wild and ridiculous behaviour; he probably gets it from my dad. My dad, who, when Serena plays a match and is making errors sits in front of the television shouting (of course in Jamaican creole), “Me cyaan watch dis inno, cause Serena nuh good man…” and typically continues to lambast poor Serena. Of course, when she wins her matches… it’s another story!
The Republican Agriculture Secretary of Kansas is asking the federal government to allow companies to employ undocumented immigrants in his state. Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian explain why on The Young Turks. What they fail to mention is that last year, these Southern farmers offered Americans minimum wage or slightly above to do this work, and guess what? They walked off the jobs!.
In my first weekly online column for Rolling Stone, I’m here to write about another loser and son: George and Mitt Romney – both almost-certain Republican presidential nominees. Pollster Lou Harris said late in 1966 that George Romney, then governor of Michigan, “stands a better chance of winning the White House than any Republican since Dwight D. Eisenhower.” Then, just over a year later, he was humiliated with a suddenness and intensity unprecedented in modern American political history (of which more below). His son was 19 years old. What makes Mitt – né Willard – Romney, run? Much, I think, can be understood via that specific trauma.
I wrote a Los Angeles Times op-ed four years ago, just before Romney dropped out of the 2008 race, arguing that he would “go down as the most robotic big-ticket presidential candidate in history.” I chalked it up to psychobiography: Even more than most kids, Mitt couldn’t help but view his dad as a messiah – because much of America did, too. George Romney’s first appearance on the cover of Time, in 1959, came just before Mitt’s twelfth birthday. As CEO of the Americans Motors Corporation, he had single-handedly set Detroit on its ear by calling its products “gas-guzzling dinosaurs.” The first full biography of him came out in 1960. Soon after, he became Michigan’s James Madison, heroically leading a bipartisan effort to redraft the state’s messed-up constitution. By 1963, he was governor, a Republican in a Democratic state, a politician so beloved that John F. Kennedy was terrified at the thought of running against him in 1964. After his reelection in 1966, he ran 54-46 in a hypothetical 1968 match-up with Lyndon Johnson.
His calling card was his shocking authenticity; his courage in sticking to his positions without fear or favor was extraordinary. In January of 1964, for example, the second-year governor received a letter (downloadable here) from a member of the top Mormon governing body reminding him of the “teachings of the prophet Joseph Smith” that “the Lord had placed the curse upon the Negro.” Drop your support for the 1964 civil rights bill, the elder warned, arguing that God might literally strike Romney dead for his apostasy: “I just don’t think we can get around the Lord’s position in relation to the Negro without punishment for our acts,” the letter said. Romney only redoubled his commitment – leading a march the next year down the center of Detroit in solidarity with Martin Luther King’s martyrs for voting rights’ in Selma, Alabama. In 1966, the Republican Party staked its electoral fortunes on opposing open housing for blacks. Romney begged them, unsuccessfully, not to. “This fellow really means it,” an amazed Southern Republican said when Romney toured Dixie pushing civil rights in his presidential campaign; after America’s worst riot broke out in Detroit under his watch, the governor said that America could respond with a crackdown on law and order – “but our system would become little better than a police state.”
Then, most famously, there was the Vietnam War. He supported it after returning from a trip there in 1965. Then, courageously, after a second trip in 1967, he began to criticize it. On September 4, 1967, a TV interviewer asked, “Isn’t your position a bit inconsistent with what it was, and what do you propose we do now?”
The line everyone remembers from his response: “When I came back from Vietnam in 1965, I just had the greatest brainwashing anybody can get when you go over to Vietnam.” But he continued with a devastating, prophetic, and one-thousand-percent-correct assessment: that staying in Vietnam would be a disaster. The public, and certainly the pundits, weren’t ready to hear it. All they heard was the word “brainwashing” – not in the colloquial sense in which Romney obviously intended it, but as something literal. Here was this weird dude accusing our generals and diplomats of Svengali-like mind control. The mockery was swift and furious. (“I would have thought a light rinse would do,” William F. Buckley said – hilarious! Only an idiot would criticize the Vietnam War!) Romney nose-dived sixteen points in the next Harris poll. As I wrote in my book Nixonland, on Vietnam a national brainwashing continued apace.
“Be, be, ‘fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
Then learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you’re a king
Young Princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying “She’s my queen””—I can~ Nas (via elegantlytasteless)
“The more I listen to Republican candidates make ridiculous comments which clearly exhibit limited knowledge, lack of vision and even common sense, is the more I wonder if these are truly the best people the GOP could have coughed up to run for the presidency of the United States.
I mean, it’s painful…”—
“I keep on wondering if the GOP couldn’t have coughed up any better candidates for the presidency of the United States. Every time I hear that another one wins a primary, I’m reminded of how fricking pathetic the situation is!”—
The strategies put forth by the candidates all rest on the assumption that U.S. military action could eliminate Iran’s nuclear program. For military force to be effective, however, there are three core requirements the candidates have not addressed.
First, does the U.S. intelligence community know where every weapons-related nuclear facility is located? As demonstrated by the revelation of a potential hidden uranium enrichment facility near the city of Qom in 2009, it is impossible to know whether Iran is concealing other nuclear facilities.
Second, can airstrikes alone eliminate all nuclear facilities? Even Gingrich acknowledged: “The idea that you’re going to wage a bombing campaign that accurately takes out all the Iranian nuclear program … is a fantasy.”
Last, but certainly not least, have senior leaders in Iran decided to pursue nuclear weapons? Last February, Director of National Intelligence James Clapper admitted: “We do not know … if Iran will eventually decide to build nuclear weapons.”
"We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail."