clean environments

thegraceofebonee  asked:

Oh, hi I'm Vic. I'm currently dying from stress in art school, but that's alright I'll be nice and answer your ask though. I'm buff cause I bike, rock climb, pole dance, and other sports, but that's easy. Almost getting mauled by a bear in the arctic is hard. Science is fun, birds are beautiful, plants are pretty, and please keep our environment clean. And for those confused, no I'm not dating Maddox, we're just good friends; I've been with Brent for years now.

Holy shit. You know me so well :O
Trump moves decisively to wipe out Obama’s climate-change record
A presidential order on Tuesday will instruct federal regulators to rewrite key rules curbing U.S. carbon emissions.


I am at a lose of words for climate change deniers. Whether Trump ‘believes’ in it or not, he clearly does not recognize the danger he’s putting our planet by supporting the mining, drilling and coal- and gas-burning industry. 

The First Order taught Finn numbers and the feeling of his finger on the trigger and the taste of ash and fire, but it didn’t teach him how to lie.

Honesty was drilled into their heads: follow commands at all costs, and the sterile environment was clean corners and cut edges with no room left for deception. The tables were bolted to the floor and the bunks were cut clear from the metal walls, and their armour, uniform and identical, had Specific Places for Specific Things, and no room for anything else.

It’s strange, Finn thinks, because in the end, all the First Order did was lie.

It told him that they protected the universe from fear and death and decay, that what they did was vital, that it protected them all from chaos and destruction. That the brothers and sisters they lost over the years; vanishing quietly into that good night, transferred off-ship and never heard from again, had simply never existed, instead drawn from the imagination of soldiers who had never been taught how to dream.

Later, much, much later, in the still darkness of Organa’s office he reads about how FN-2774, a familiar face with thin cheeks and black eyes, had dissented, like Finn, and but unlike Finn there hadn’t been a starry eyed pilot or a desert scavenger with calloused hands to carry him away, and FN-2774 had died alone, executed on a starship away from their squad and any hope of rescue.

The day after, when they awoke to an empty bunk, Slip had stolen FN-2774’s uneaten rations and celebrated by stuffing the food bars into his mouth and chewing noisily. Finn can’t remember if he had laughed or not, but he hopes he didn’t. He hopes he’d remained silent, if only for a moment, and now, ten years on, he reads through the report again, cutting out the familiar face and pulling it close to the thirteen other brothers who had met their end with a kiss from the barrel of Phasma’s blaster.

Finn feels very sick, enough to taste bile in the back of his throat, because really the list of names is endless, and the possibility of hundreds, thousands more is revolting and heart-breaking and threatens to swallow him whole.

Organa tells him, in her sad, hoarse voice: “they will be remembered as good people.”

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Day Eighty-Five

-A baby shrieks. A man stumbles. My eyes fight a valiant fight to stay open. It is nine o'clock in the morning. Welcome to Target.

-A woman approached my lane with a full cart. I turned away to investigate a noise. I turned back. She and her cart had both vanished, nowhere to be found. My disapparation skills will never be on par with hers.

-The store experienced a brief blackout. Panic ensued. All but two registers went down, but we did not give up and close down. Not even the dark can stop us from providing reasonably-priced items in a relatively clean environment

-I told a woman that her change was $6.66, immediately prompting a short, shocked gasp. I cannot tell whether it was from terror or from excitement. I will believe the latter.

-As I was bent over bagging an item, a woman reached over and pressed a forgotten coupon up against my glasses, precisely the way proper etiquette would dictate.

-Before paying, an elderly woman asked, “Are you Chip?” Unfortunately, I am Tom, and I do not believe we have any cashiers here by that name. She paid regardless.

Science, it’s worth remembering, doesn’t read your Tweets. It doesn’t care about the size of your Electoral College victory.
—  Jeffrey Kluger in Time Magazine, “Why Trump Will Lose His War on Science.” Read it here. 
Clean water is essential to life – and the people of our states and the nation deserve the basic protections established by the Clean Water Rule, to ensure that the benefits of clean water are shared equally, regardless of state lines.

We won’t hesitate to protect our people and our environment—including by aggressively opposing in court President Trump’s actions that ignore both the law and the public’s paramount need for clean water.
—  New York Attorney General Eric T. Schneiderman and a coalition of attorneys general from the District of Columbia, Hawaii, Massachusetts, Oregon, and Vermont, in response to Donald Trump’s executive order to start eliminating the Clean Water Rule (also known as the Waters of the United States Rule).

Obama says Donald Trump can’t undo “irreversible momentum” of clean energy

  • In an academic article for journal Science, Obama reassured proponents of clean energy that positive change will continue, even under Trump.
  • Obama promised clean energy now has an “irreversible momentum” that cannot be derailed by any one country or any one administration
  • “Despite the policy uncertainty that we face,” Obama wrote, “I remain convinced that no country is better suited to confront the climate challenge and reap the economic benefits of a low-carbon future than the United States.”
  • According to the president, there are four main reasons progress towards clean energy production cannot be reversed. Read more

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