a river of waste

Trump to roll back Obama’s climate, water rules through executive action
President Trump is preparing executive orders aimed at reversing Obama-era policies on climate and water pollution, according to individuals briefed on the matter.
By https://www.facebook.com/steven.mufson

One executive order will instruct the Environmental Protection Agency to begin rewriting the 2015 regulation that limits greenhouse-gas emissions from existing electric utilities. It also instructs the Interior Department’s Bureau of Land Management (BLM) to lift a moratorium on federal coal leasing.

A second order will instruct the EPA and Army Corps of Engineers to revamp a 2015 rule, known as the Waters of the United States rule, that applies to 60 percent of the water bodies in the country. That regulation was issued under the 1972 Clean Water Act, which gives the federal government authority over not only major water bodies but also the wetlands, rivers and streams that feed into them. It affects development as well as some farming operations on the grounds that these activities could pollute the smaller or intermittent bodies of water that flow into major ones.

Bottom line: Republicans aim to a allow:

- Coal mining national parks, allowing foreign mining companies to pollute parks and not pay for clean up.
- Increase air pollution from power plants
- Dump industrial chemicals, pesticides, and livestock waste into US rivers and streams.

Zero objective analysis provided this will MAGA or create jobs.

dennis: taking women on dates is a waste of time and money 

dennis: monthly dinner baby i’ve been looking forward to this for 29 days :) this is the nicest restaurant in philadelphia mac i’m paying full price for our meals

dennis: i never sleep with women after i’ve had sex with them i always just slink out in the middle of the night never to talk to them again

dennis: all right mac so how about this you and i on the big bed side by side

☀ ——— Phineas and Ferb Sentence Starters.

’ We’re gonna build a rollercoaster! ’
’ Wow! Isn’t that kinda impossible? ’
’ We’re gonna need a blowtorch and some more peanut butter. ’
’ Oh-ho-ho MAN!! I can smell the peanut butter! ’
’ There’s a world of possibilities… Maybe we should make a list! ’
’ Hub is overheating… Hub is overheating. ’
’ Well, it was definitely better than the gorilla in the cake. ’
’ Why, it’s… it’s… It’s beautiful! ’
’ Would that be electronically fuel-injected? ’
’ Why have snow when it’s too cold to enjoy it? ’
’ You guys are gonna need some help. ’
’ You know, mummies had their brains pulled out through their nose. ’
’ We must be going the right way. ’
’ And by incredible, of course, I mean completely credible! ’
’ Is my nose really that pointy? ’
’ Aren’t you a little old to be a professional boxer? ’
’ It all began on the day of my actual birth. ’
’ Nonsense, kid! Go for the gold! Fight fire with fire! ’
’ You mess with the bull, you get the horns, buddy! ’
’ With 176 million hits, they can be in diapers for all I care. ’
’ Wow! Is this banana hat for some cool tropical dance number? ’
’ The curse has been lifted, and you’re no longer a monster. ’
’ I really mean unexpected–what are you doing here? ’
’ Then I guess I’ll just find a nerd and take his underpants. ’
’ That sounded like screaming children. ’
’ We beat ya! You’re big old purple pickled eggs! ’
’ Yeah, now they’re gonna fatten you up so they can eat ya. ’
’ Wow, look at all the bells and whistles! ’
’ The last one home is a big ol’ purple pickled egg! ’
’ Oohhh! I can’t believe I am just stuck here. ’
’ How long are we supposed to just sit here? ’
’ Well, I suppose things can’t get any worse. ’
’ Well, I hope that’s not going to be an issue.
’ I fly into mud, with a paper bag on my head. ’
’ How did this chocolate river get here? ’
’ We will now lay waste to the surface dwellers! ’
’ Fantastic! You look like number one! ’
’ You guys heard that, right? It wasn’t just me? ’
’ Heh, heh. I know, I’m just messing with ya. ’
’ That’s creepy on so many levels. ’
’ Doctor? Since when are you a doctor? ’
’ Well, It’s a body of fresh water surrounded by land. ’
’ That, my friend, was a past life. ’
’ Don’t just stand there! Kiss her/him! ’
’ No! It’s going to blow the roof off this place! ’
’ No way! We are not your personal slaves! ’
’ Now you can go clean the toilet. ’
’ The real shock is you’re just noticing this now. ’
’ That would explain the talking zebra. ’
’ No rules? Well, if those are the rules. ’
’ Well, you know, they must be done by now anyway. ’
’ That was completely out of character. ’
’ Come on. Be a good sport. ’
’ What? I thought you said it was a roller rink. ’
’ Come on, come on! See? ’
’ Let’s see, what do I usually do? ’
’ They say if you love something, let it go. ’
’ Are you…sweating through your eyes? ’
’ Just turn off the home movies! ’
’ These are so much nicer than the ones I lost! ’
’ Close your mouth, honey. You’ll catch flies.  ’
’ And just to express how sorry we are, here’s my credit card. ’
’ You have our permission to ruin us financially. ’
’ I mean, uh… I’d love to give it a try. ’
’ It’s even worse than I thought… ’
’ No more annoying songs about moons! ’
’ Oh, but I like a good toe-tapping dam song. ’
’ Actually, I’ve been trying to avoid you. ’
’ Can I get you to sign some liability waivers? ’
’ Why don’t you come by and we’ll all walk over together. ’
’ Like I said before, losing to a girl/boy doesn’t count. ’
They Killed the Moon River

The daily evils poison the moon river
our escapades are gone as giant behemoths
excrete the wastes of a lavish consumption
but it still seems like a mysterious event
as we can’t pin point our gloom’s inception
even as it falls upon the once pure waters
waiting for the purging tears of Isis
to gleam away the vile muck

His Voice

John x Female Reader


Word Count: 2465

Warning: Slavery

Request: hi! could i get an imagine w john or alex or anyone in hamilsquad really about being in love with a girl but finding out she’s been enslaved or something? love how they were all abolitionists so maybe them getting passionate about freeing her or angst if they can’t or anything you want! any way you want to end it or whatever direction is your call, thanks!

A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I honestly don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve posted, but it’s been a long time. Things just got super busy all at once. And now all the sudden I’m officially in college, and the transition has not been the easiest, but we’re getting there. Anyways, this one was a tough one for me, and I sincerely hope I did it justice and didn’t offend anyone or anything. The main reason it took so long was because I was so worried I would do it wrong or badly. I honestly don’t know how I feel about the final product, but it’s the best I’ve got. Next update should be fairly quick though because I know exactly what I’m doing for Peggy college fluff, just you wait

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Charles Hendrix showed me around his Aquaponics greenhouse the other day. Aquaponics is a growing process in which Tilapia (and, less so, goldfish and koi) provide nutrients for the plants (which are primarily lettuces and others which thrive with constantly wet roots) and the plant beds help filter the water. It has a lot of potential to feed hunger stricken communities near rivers and could help lessen agricultural water waste in drought-stricken areas like California. 

anonymous asked:

if u go to alaska and DONT catch wild salmon with your teeth in a river, thus contracting salmonella, then trip wasted honestly....

You’re right.. getting salmonella from salmon name one thing more iconic

The wildfires in California … it’s getting pretty serious. They’re now starting to burn marijuana farms. The fire is being put out by 200 firefighters and 8,000 volunteers on the scene.
—  Conan O’Brien, Punchlines

I was tagged by @cmarthad1 :)) thank you!

Rules: put your music library on shuffle and put the first 10 songs that come up

Simple & Sweet - Jon Bellion
Chase You Down - Runaground
Never Forget You - Zara Larsson & MNEK
Heart Without Chains - Ellie Goulding
River of Tears - Alessia Cara
Wasted Daylight - Stars
Sign of the Times - Harry Styles
DNA - Lia Marie Johnson
Reluctant Heroes - NateWantsToBattle
Castle - Halsey

I tag: anyone who wants to do it, cause I think everyone who I can remember has been tagged 😂

anonymous asked:

I was wondering - you've mentioned before that your blog isn't Moffat friendly, and I've seen a lot of DW fans that haven't liked him much. What are some examples of him writing sexist episodes/badly developed characters? Or do you have other issues with him? Sorry, I'm just curious as to how you feel (I'm just starting season 6 now, but I couldn't tell why he's so hated, although I wasn't really looking out for it)

*deep breath* Oh boy it’s been a LONG time since someone gave me permission to go on a Moffat rant.

I’m sure it goes without saying that this is going to be extremely anti Moffat. Avert your eyes.

There are a lot of reasons I don’t like Moffat, tbh. I’m going to start with the simplest one – you could drive a truck through some of the plot holes in his episodes. The most obvious one is The Angels Take Manhattan. Okay, fine. The Doctor couldn’t go back to that specific date to save Rory and Amy. Fine. Go to the day after. Or the day after that. Instead of, you know, leaving them trapped in the past.

“But Sam, they needed to leave!”

They’re are at least five ways it would have been better to write them off without leaving the question of “why can’t the Doctor just go to New Jersey and pay for them to take a taxi to him?”

Next – Moffat’s episodes are all flash, no substance. They are undeniably pretty – he reaps the benefits of four seasons of excellent writing and got a bigger budget than RTD in return. But the writing is shallow af and is almost impossible to get emotionally invested in. His Doctors are selfish children who mistake being rude assholes for being “edgy,” and his “emotional” scenes fall flat.

“But Sam he won awards for his writing!”

Yeah, well. Donald Trump is president. People make bad choices sometimes.

Now on to his sexism. I did a huge post about this a while back, which I’ll link at the end of this, but the tl;dr version is:

Moffat’s women have almost no character. I mean, okay, okay, okay, Clara was bossy, River was “strong,” Amy was sassy, whatever. But it’s so two-dimensional. When the characters were written by other people they were fantastic – one of my favorite Moffat-era eps is Vincent and the Doctor. Amy was fantastic in it. The writing was fantastic. Everything about it was fantastic. I cried. Unashamedly.

But the way Moffat set the characters up…they had no lives outside the Doctor. They weren’t characters, and their entire lives revolved around the Doctor.

“But Sam the show is called Doctor Who! What’s wrong with their lives revolving around him? RTD’s companions’ lives did too. And besides they did have lives!”

Rose, Martha, and Donna, all had characters outside of the Doctor. They had families, jobs (okay, Rose didn’t because the Doctor blew it up and Donna didn’t because life sucked but at one time they had jobs!). They had friends, and families, they had pasts that were completely separate from the Doctor.

Amy – met the Doctor when she was…I’m not quite sure tbh. Six? Seven? Young. Spent the rest of her life obsessed with him, to the point where it actually effected her quality of life (four therapists in ten (or so) years is a lot).

Clara – The impossible girl, born to save the Doctor. Her entire existence was solely for saving the Doctor.

River – *pause*; *deep breath* I will never stop being angry about the potential River had that was wasted. She was literally raised to be obsessed with and eventually kill the Doctor. She translated that obsession into “loving” him, and tied herself to him in a different way. She literally said once that she lived for the times when she could see the Doctor. That’s not normal. That’s not healthy. And don’t even get me started on their sham of a “marriage” (HIDE YOUR DAMAGE IS NOT THE SIGN OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP RIVER).

*grits teeth*; *moves on*

Moffat himself is a grade-A dick, which makes it pretty hard to watch his shows anyways. He’s been quoted as saying bisexuals are too busy having sex to watch his shows, that all bi people are just waiting for someone to make them straight, that asexuals are “boring” to write, he has literally insulted his wife before while she was pregnant (wondering when she would get back to her normal size), he renamed the Master as Missy because apparently Master is strictly a masculine term (never mind the sexual connotations that go with the term Mistress), the list goes on and on and on and on and on.

He queerbaits like nobody’s business – a perfect example being having Clara twice mention a relationship with a girl (once calling it “a phase”) but never showing it on screen, or having River reference relationships with girls but again never showing it on screen. And I know there’s a common misconception going around that Moffat created Jack Harkness so he can’t be homophobic, but…no, he didn’t create Jack. And yes, he is homophobic. He’s proven that multiple times.

And that’s about all I have time for right now. I’ll link some of my other rants below for you to peruse. If you enjoy his Doctor Who, that’s perfectly fine, and I am under no misconceptions that I’m going to change your mind. These are just my opinions.

My anti Moffat Tag (to see things I’ve reblogged and agreed with or added to)

Lack of emotional impact in Moffat writing

My BIG Moffat rant

Elorcan fanfic - Part 2

Welcome to Part 2 “healing” of my three part Elorcan fanfic! (Parts are: angst, healing, smut!) You can find Part 1 here! And should read it before Part 2 or else a lot of the plot might not make sense. (No pressure, sometimes I intentionally get lost, too.)

Note* I tried to make sure Part 2 passed the Bechdel Test, but it would be out of character for the fae males to leave wounded Aelin/Elide alone with Asterin on board, and cuz they’re in the middle of a war. I did my best to push them to the sides without compromising what we know about who they are, and how they’d act.

So here it is, Part 2! 

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A fire crackles along the banks of the Yamuna River: a cremation of a young mother, struck by a car while she was fetching water.

The stench of the river engulfs the sad assembly.

Before the hissing funeral pyre, floating down the river, white blocks of what looks like detergent appear like icebergs. It is 95 degrees in Delhi this night. This is chemical waste from factories that have sprung up across the city, manufacturing leather goods, dyes and other goods.

Downstream, the living reside along garbage-strewn banks.

A colony of shacks sits beneath the Old Iron Bridge, a vestige of the British colonial era. Its tracks trundle trains across the Yamuna, on the northern edge of the city. Like the Ganges, the Yamuna is sacred to Hindu believers. The faithful dangle garlands from the bridge’s hulking girders and pitch ashes and money from its railings.

Delhi is about a third of the way down the 855-mile Yamuna River. Its source is the Yamunotri glacier, crystal-clear water from the Himalayas. But by the time it moves down the eastern edge of India’s capital, it exits as the dirtiest river in the country.

According to the Central Pollution Board’s most recently published water quality data, from 2011, by the time the Yamuna exits the city, it is lethal. The water contains a concentration of 1.1 billion fecal coliform bacteria per 100 milliliters of water. The standard for bathing is 500 coliform bacteria per 100 milliliters.

“That is the reason why this stretch of the Yamuna is called dead,” says noted environmentalist Manoj Mishra. “Because there is no life here. There cannot be life here. There’s nothing here.”

Can India’s Sacred But ‘Dead’ Yamuna River Be Saved?

All photos: David Gilkey/NPR

She knows that dark time is flowing by her like a river. The huge, dark wall of loneliness is around her now. It encloses and presses in upon her, and she cannot escape. And the cancerous plant of memory is feeding at her entrails, recalling hundreds of forgotten faces and ten thousand vanished days, until all life seems as strange and insubstantial as a dream. Time flows by her like a river, and she waits in her little room like a creature held captive by an evil spell. And she will hear, far off, the murmurous drone of the great earth, and feel that she has been forgotten, that her powers are wasting from her while the river flows, and that all her life has come to nothing. She feels that her strength is gone, her power withered, while she sits there drugged and fettered in the prison of her loneliness.

Then suddenly, one day, for no apparent reason, her faith and her belief in life will come back to her in a tidal flood. It will rise up in her with a jubilant and invincible power, bursting a window in the world’s great wall and restoring everything to shapes of deathless brightness. Made miraculously whole and secure in herself, she will plunge once more into the triumphant labor of creation. All her old strength is hers again: she knows what she knows, she is what she is, she has found what she has found. And she will say the truth that is in her, speak it even though the whole world deny it, affirm it though a million men cry out that it is false.

—  Thomas Wolfe - God’s Lonely Man