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In South Dakota hanno vinto i Sioux? - Il Post
Il contestato oleodotto contro cui protestano da mesi cambierà percorso, ma la decisione potrebbe ancora essere rivista

L’annuncio è stato accolto con grande entusiasmo dai Sioux di Standing Rock, che si sono detti «estremamente grati» verso l’amministrazione di Barack Obama: il governo americano, infatti, aveva già bloccato temporaneamente i lavori e metà novembre, negando i permessi per gli scavi sotto il Missouri. La decisione dell’Army Corps Engineers potrebbe però non essere definitiva, ha detto l’avvocato dei Sioux Jan Hasselman, visto che c’è la possibilità che si vada in appello. Un altro elemento di incertezza è legato all’elezione di Donald Trump, che si insedierà alla presidenza degli Stati Uniti a gennaio: durante la campagna elettorale si era scoperto che Trump aveva investito dai 500mila a un milione di dollari nella Energy Transfer Crude Oil, la società dietro al progetto, e che il CEO della società aveva donato oltre 100mila dollari alla sua campagna elettorale e altri 67mila al Partito Repubblicano.

ok forse è troppo presto esultare… sigh

Esscom foils attempt to steal 39,600 litres of crude palm oil

SANDAKAN: Eastern Sabah Security Command (Esscom) and the marine police have foiled an attempt to steal crude palm oil with the arrest of five local men near here yesterday.
Esscom commander Datuk Wan Abdul Bari Wan Abdul Khalid said the suspects aged between 27 and 33 were caught red-handed trying to transfer 39,600 litres of crude palm oil from a tanker into a cargo truck.
Acting on a tip-off, the arrest was made at Mile 20, Jalan Labuk at about 11.30am.
“They were transferring the oil without a permission letter from the relevant authorities including the Malaysian Palm Oil Board (MPOB).
“All men have been detained and will be investigated under the MPOB Act 1998. We have confiscated the lorries and other items used in the activity,” he said, adding that the items sized came up to about RM320,000.

© New Straits Times Press (M) Bhd


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Sunoco Logistics acquiring Energy Transfer

NEW YORK — Sunoco Logistics Partners L.P. is buying rival Energy Transfer Partners in a stock deal worth about $20 billion that the energy companies’ hope will boost their operations.

But shares for both companies fell in afternoon trading.

The deal comes as Energy Transfer Partners remains at the centre of controversy over the Dakota Access oil pipeline that will transfer oil from North Dakota to Illinois. Construction of the $3.8 billion pipeline has been the object of protests for months by the Standing Rock Sioux, whose reservation lies near the pipeline route, and the tribe’s allies, who fear a leak could contaminate their drinking water.

Energy Transfer shareholders will receive 1.5 common units of Sunoco stock for each Energy transfer share they own. Based on Sunoco’s closing price Friday, the deal was worth about $21.31 billion.

The deal is expected to close in the first quarter. The companies said they expect the deal to produce more than $200 million in commercial benefits and savings annually by 2019.

Kelcy Warren, current chairman of Energy Transfer, will be CEO of the new company. Michael J. Hennigan is currently CEO of Sunoco Logistics and is expected to have a management role with other executives after the deals.

Shares of Newtown Square, Pennsylvania-based Sunoco Logistics fell $2.05, or 7.9 per cent , to $24.14 in afternoon trading. Shares of Dallas-based Energy Transfer Partners fell 3.50 per cent , or 8.9 per cent , to $35.86.

The Associated Press

Sunoco Logistics acquiring Energy Transfer

NEW YORK (AP) – Sunoco Logistics Partners L.P. is buying rival Energy Transfer Partners in a stock deal worth about $20 billion that the energy companies’ hope will boost their operations.

But shares for both companies fell in afternoon trading.

The deal comes as Energy Transfer Partners remains at the center of controversy over the Dakota Access oil pipeline that will transfer oil from North Dakota to Illinois. Construction of the $3.8 billion pipeline has been the object of protests for months by the Standing Rock Sioux, whose reservation lies near the pipeline route, and the tribe’s allies, who fear a leak could contaminate their drinking water.

Energy Transfer shareholders will receive 1.5 common units of Sunoco stock for each Energy transfer share they own. Based on Sunoco’s closing price Friday, the deal was worth about $21.31 billion.

The deal is expected to close in the first quarter. The companies said they expect the deal to produce more than $200 million in commercial benefits and savings annually by 2019.

Kelcy Warren, current chairman of Energy Transfer, will be CEO of the new company. Michael J. Hennigan is currently CEO of Sunoco Logistics and is expected to have a management role with other executives after the deals.

Shares of Newtown Square, Pennsylvania-based Sunoco Logistics fell $2.05, or 7.9 percent, to $24.14 in afternoon trading. Shares of Dallas-based Energy Transfer Partners fell 3.50 percent, or 8.9 percent, to $35.86.

I retired from teaching art, at age 70, receiving The Ely Award for Outstanding Teacher 2016 at the Doodad Sculpture Competition in Tampa, FL. My students had received Best in Show and two Best History cash awards at those yearly events, but now it is time for me. With this in mind, I started attending workshops, preparing a body of work  under the tutelage of Elena DeLaVille, renowned encaustic artist, associated with the Ringling Institute of Art in Sarasota. Wax was it for me! After many years of dabbling in everything artistic, I have found my medium! Beeswax, cold wax and encaustic have the resiliency, pliancy, transparency and durability that speaks to my passions. I received raves and praise at my first show, Nov.2016, Temple Terrace Arts & Crafts Festival, but alas, the category, mixed media/photography, was inappropriate for my work, which includes water color, oil, vintage ephemera, transfers, papers, form,and is truly and happily mixed media. I am emerging & still learning.

Handling an Palm-kernel oil Spill

The following document considers several possible options for cleaning up an coal oil spill. The approaches consist of tour de force scarcely anything, utilising sorbents, raising use in respect to chemicals, and utilizing microorganisms. Pass muster ahead and read the share and opt as things go the most effective algorithm for your own needs.

Every single day, individuals throughout the world figure abuse of fast by 3 billion gallons of paraffin. Oil is principally transferred to its underlying location accommodated to means re watercraft throughout the planet. This point regrettably makes the unforeseeableness for oil spills basically undeflectable. Although the style of slick on transportation vessel has gone through sizeable innovations ever backward the 1960s, oil spillage is still huge call in question internationally. When the regrettable happening of an oil spill does happen, there are a number of strategies which may be employed to successfully cleanup the oil and reduce the volume in respect to injury that is inflicted thereabout the conditions.The sort of mutilate that is caused can vary dependant upon the locale of your spill, the kind re anoint which has been spilled, as well as the atmospheric condition. Generally there are a number of different procedures that destroyer be present eroded in expertly clean up an oil ribbon and lessen the intensity pertinent to destruction.

1. The express first technique for enthralling care of an oil spile will subsist to dope out nothing. If your gas up is spilled within an town where the sightliness in reference to sizeable marine-life harm and damage on the ecosystem is restricted, an excellent approach is commonly towards truancy the oil un-tampered with and permit themselves en route to separate by natural means. When absinthe rests it should naturally start to evaporate into the unpremeditated environment. Moreover, bacteria is going to eat the oil. Eventually, the oil will evaporate, be integrated into the yard, and be absorbed by bacteria. In most examples, this isn’t the best process.

2. Oil spills can be cleaned up despite the use of absorbent booms. Absorbent Booms are prolonged tube-like socks that are packed with fill up homefelt measure. They cut the mustard be knotted to unfold a boundary over the perimeter of a sea-based oil outpouring. Sorbent booms balsa raft on water and be of and soak thicken hydrocarbon-based fluids. Sorbent Pads, rolls, and sweeps are then cast-off for absorb the inner portion of the spillage. Sorbents are untenanted in a number of thicknesses, shapes, and shapes both for oil-spill clean-up, and business tasks. Sorbents are faithfully fabricated from lipid, so as to that they literally issue in the oil to them, instead of give offense the oil the likes of as a water based case would.

3. A 3rd choice intended in behalf of responding in contemplation of an facilitate spill could be to enforce upon substances typically called dispersants which are gone to speed up the spontaneous warrant of biodegration. The substances break the oil singly into drops. Considering that there is additional surface area on the oil again i myself is broken apart, it’s kinetics to set out in evaporate and absorb into the material world more for a moment than it would the straight continualness. The use of dispersants could possibly damage numerous marine pep such as coral.

4. Biological agents may be found added to the spill area to increase the speed of the whole process referring to biodegradation. These types of agents are made of bacteria and microbes that get away with oil. This system can even be sped up with the other as to nutrients like nitrogen and phosphorous, that activate growth and development of the microorganisms, leading ego to be present able as far as consume at a distance more oil speedier.

anonymous asked:

What is DAPL? I keep seeing it and I dunno what it is...

DAPL is the Dakota Access Pipeline, a pipeline to transfer oil.

This pipeline goes through the Missouri River and through sacred Native American Territory. 

If there is an oil spill it will pollute an entire River. 

It is a huge environmental concern. 

And it again, goes through sacred Native American Territory where Native American’s were buried. 


Lucas Cranach the Elder.

Venus and Cupid

Oil on canvas transferred from wood, 213 x 102 cm
The Hermitage, St. Petersburg

c. 1520
University Art Museum, Princeton

Oil on panel, 39 x 26 cm
Private collection

Cupid Complaining to Venus
Oil on wood, 81 x 55 cm
National Gallery, London

Venus with Cupid Stealing Honey
Oil and tempera on red beechwood, 39 x 25 cm
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Venus Standing in a Landscape
Oil on wood, 38 x 25 cm
Musée du Louvre, Paris

Venus and Cupid
c. 1530
Linden panel, 167 x 62 cm
Staatliche Museen, Berlin

Oil on canvas, 176 x 80 cm
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Venus and Cupid with a Honeycomb
c. 1531
Oil and tempera on red beechwood, 169 x 67 cm
Galleria Borghese, Rome

Oil and tempera on red beechwood, 38 x 25 cm
Städelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt

Standing Up Beyond Standing Rock: Black and Indigenous Solidarity

     By now, anyone with access to the internet and the desire to seek information beyond the anaesthetized feeding tubes of mainstream media is well aware of the ongoing crisis in the rural area of Canon Ball, North Dakota. The stalemate between a militarized police force, representing the interests of the oil company Energy Transfer Partners, and the Standing Rock Sioux tribe and their allies is a modern David and Goliath story. However, in order to understand the underlying contention between the state and the Standing Rock Sioux, we must take a closer look at the ingrained racism native peoples across North America have been subjected to. The white supremacist establishment has been on the offensive from the cultural, to the systemic and the individual spheres for the past 500 years, and what follows is a real life example of the individual oppression that informs and shapes the systemic assault on indigenous lives.  

        This afternoon, on a beautiful autumn stroll along Queen Street West in the Parkdale neighbourhood of Toronto (once a territory of the Mississauga peoples), I witnessed and was a part of an incident involving a young native sister and Toronto’s Emergency Medical Services that has left a thousand suns burning in my throat. Before I get into the details of the events that unfolded, I’d like to give my readers a trigger warning on account of the structural, physical and emotional violence inflicted by those our tax dollars have designated to be the protectors of our safety and well being.

     It was an unusually sunny fall day, the surrounding trees and vegetation providing a kaleidoscope of colours that left me in a conflicted state of gratefulness for the warmth and dread for the implications of global warming. As I crossed Landsdowne Avenue, my peripheral vision caught sight of a lifeless body, clad in all black and lying face down on the sidewalk. A black handbag and a tall boy of Labatt’s Blue are strewn in her close vicinity. I slowed down to observe the situation and noticed a young white woman hovering over the still body, her brows furrowed in worry. I pull out my headphones and approach the two, knowing I had to help somehow. The person on the ground was obviously a woman by her build, but her dishevelled hair and arms folded over her head obscured her face. I knelt by the woman and asked the lady hovering over her what had happened.

     “I…I don’t know. She was like this when I came across her…” she shook her head in disbelief as she fished out her phone and started dialling 911.

     “Wait. Wait. Don’t do that just yet.” A million scenarios played in my head in the nanoseconds that followed. As an African immigrant, I knew the implications of 911 could worsen the situation despite our well-meaning efforts. The woman could be an undocumented migrant, she could be wanted by the police for other infractions, if it was an act of violence inflicted by an intimate partner, police involvement could worsen her social safety. I needed more information.

     “No, no, it’s ok, she asked me to call for help, she’s very hurt.” The woman reassured me. I leaned in closer to the woman on the ground and noticed she wasn’t unconscious, but she was barely lucid, breathing in short, pained spurts and whimpering. The smell of alcohol emanated from her pores.

     “Hello darlin, is it ok if I touch you to help you up?”

     The woman shakily peeked up from one side, her profile confused by the question, I wondered if anyone had ever asked her for consent before. I tried again.

     “Is it ok if I touch you? I only want to help you to sit up, lying on the dirty ground can’t be good for you right now.”

     She mumbled something and I caught enough to get her permission. I gently started rubbing her back to calm her and hooked my other arm under her armpit, she gave in limply, and I dragged her off the pavement into a sitting position and leaned her back against the wall. Her face came into view and the blood drained from my body in shock as I took a full look at her. She was a native woman, and the left side of her face was a violent splash of purple, blue and black, as if someone had drop kicked her with all their might. Her eye was swollen shut and her lip was split open from the injury as well as what looked like a severe abscess was eating away at the inside of her lower lip.

     “Can you tell me anything about what happened? We are calling for help for you, but can you tell us who did this to you?”

     “Where…where am I?” she looked up at me with tears welling in her eyes.

     “You’re on Queen street, in Parkdale. You’re gonna be ok. Just tell me what happened. Can you do that?”

     I repeated my hollow reassurances and locked eyes with the white woman who was now speaking with dispatch services and describing the scene. She was trying her best to answer the dispatcher’s questions, but the native woman was too discombobulated to provide us with any substantial information. We kept repeating the same questions until we were able to draw out fragmented pieces of her story.

     In the following few minutes, we were able to garner that it was a black man who had hit her, she didn’t want to tell us his name, she was experiencing severe pains on the side of her head, and she was obviously suffering from some sort of a concussion.

     The ambulance pulled up quite quickly to our relief, but as soon as the native woman clocked into what was happening, she quietly panicked as if we had sic’ed a pair of rabid dogs on her.

     “Oh, no no no no no….not them…I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m fine, it was a joke, I was joking, haha, see? Joking, I don’t need no help…tell them to go away…no no no no…” she scrambled to collect her handbag and drink.

     I looked closely at the two EMS officers, still in the ambulance and observing the situation. They were both middle aged white women who sported that exasperated, weathered, seen-it-all-done-it-all dispassionate vibe of social service workers who are overworked and underpaid. The one on the passenger side stepped out first. She marched up to us and without much ado, she crouched next to the native woman and yelled directly into her ear;


     In a move I didn’t fathom possible, the native woman shrunk even more into her coat. She began to whimper and apologize for the trouble she thought she caused.

     “I’m so sorry, I’m fine, it was a joke, i’m really fine, you…you can go, I’m so sorry…”

     “Yeah you’re a joke all right, your face is bruised up girl, who did that to you? Was it your boyfriend? Tell me right now!”

     The EMS woman is filled with disgust and contempt and she sprung back up and threw up her hands in defeat.

     “Wait, wait, she needs your help, just give her a min…”

     “Nope, nope, I can’t help her unless she wants to be helped, legally, I can’t touch her unless she lets me, can’t you see she’s unwilling. She doesn’t want to go, I can’t force her to go, what do you want me to do? Huh?”

     The EMS woman was now squared up and in my face, accusatory and damning, waving her arms forcefully into my personal space as she tried to intimidate me with her steely blue stare. I clenched my jaw and swallowed the barrage of comebacks I had in store for her. This wasn’t about me. But, it was also about me. She didn’t choose to step up to the white woman. She stepped up to me. And every other woman of colour who had the misfortune of interacting with police, fire or EMS services. We were nothing but mere outcasts burdening the economy and their day to day “work”. The other young woman who was helping before I arrived clocked into what was happening and knelt down. She gently repeated the question to the native woman.

     “Michelle! She says her name is Michelle! You just had to ask her gently.” She called out to us. The EMS woman’s face flickered with doubt and she backed off me a few steps.

     “Well, I still can’t help “Michelle”” she said her name dripping with vitriol and disbelief. “if “Michelle” doesn’t want to come into the ambulance, I can’t touch “Michelle”. Legally, I can’t touch her. Do you get it? Do you?”

     “Maybe if you spoke to her without so much force and…”

     “Well, whatever, I can’t help her unless I know what happened…” the EMS officer started rummaging through Michelle’s handbag without so much as a glance in her direction. The blatant violation of Michelle’s personal belongings wasn’t lost on me, but her medical condition far outweighed her privacy so I decided to pick my battle carefully.

     At this point, the driver of the ambulance had also disembarked but was nowhere near helping the situation. She loitered nonchalantly at a distance, her gaze switched between Michelle and the two of us civilians. She switched from contempt and disgust at Michelle to pity and condescension at the two of us for attempting to help.

     I gave her a shot anyway, I approached her and in a low voice, started explaining with the minimal information I had, but she cut me off as well.

     “I know you’re trying to help, I get it, I really get it, ok? But listen, I deal with them everyday, this…” she flicked her wrist at Michelle as if she was pointing at a pile of garbage, “…this is their usual. She’s a drunk, she doesn’t have to be here, there are many many shelters all up and down this street, you get me? She did this to herself, she could’ve gone to any of the shelters of her choosing, but what is she doing? What is she doing?” she spread her hands as if she was helpless to the situation.

     The dehumanizing pronouns and the prejudice hung in the air like dank sulphur smoke. Who is “they”? Native people of course. What is it that “they” usually do? Get drunk on the government’s welfare dime and give ambulance services headaches, of course. At this point, her partner was done rifling through Michelle’s belongings. Having found no useful evidence, she tossed the purse aside and hooked her fist on Michelle’s collar and dragged her to her feet violently.


     Michelle stumbled forward and nodded in fear.

     “Ok, ok, I’ll come with you. My head hurts…where am I?”

     “Come on, come on, in the van. Let go of that, right now!” Michelle was still hanging on to her beer. “We can’t take you with the beer, drop it, drop it right now!” the driver left my side quickly and helped her partner wrestle the beer can out of Michelle’s grip.

     She turned towards us, “You see what I mean, always, they’re always like this. We can’t take her with open alcohol…”

     “Ok, ok, just one more sip, one more…” Michelle’s attempt at levity was met with snorts of disgust as she tried to swig from the can. The other civilian gasped audibly as one of them yanked the can and beer spilled onto Michelle’s chest. They didn’t bat an eye.

     “C’mon you.” Michelle had one foot in the ambulance as the EMS officer looked back at her partner and said reassuringly, “cops said they’ll be right behind us, should be an easy one…” at this announcement, Michelle visibly panicked.

     “Oh shit, no no no, I’m fine, I live around the corner, I’m jus gonna go home, please, let me go, I don’t wanna…I can’t, you don’t understand…I’m gonna just go home…around the corner…” Michelle slumped back on the ground and passed out again. The EMS officer let her go. She rubbed her temples and clenched her whole face as if she was curbing a huge blow up inside herself. Her partner gave a short laugh of derision, shook her head, and walked away to the driver’s side and hopped into the cab. She was done with the whole situation.

     The other civilian and I knelt back down and tried talking to Michelle again. I tried to tell Michelle she should trust them to take her to the hospital, they were trying to help her. I knew I was lying to her. But, I knew I had no choice. The beast was unleashed, they wouldn’t let her go without some kind of investigation and it was best they left before the police arrived on the scene. I was hoping the hospital staff would have more empathy than the first responders. The EMS officer turned on us with an anger fizzing out of her in a low gurgle, like a faucet on a dam.

     “Listen, ladies,” she said through gritted teeth. “I know you think you’re helping, and I appreciate that you tried, but this, at this point, you’re not helping at all, just back off ok?”

     The young woman and I exchanged looks of disbelief, but we both felt helpless and in the way. Michelle was completely out and unresponsive, and the EMS officer seemed more agitated by our presence. The last thing we needed was the EMS officers abandoning her on the pavement because of us bearing witness. We backed off hesitantly but we still hovered around. The EMS officer was not having it.

     “I need you to leave us with her, I assure you we won’t leave her on the street, but you can go now, we’re the professionals, we got this.”

     After a few strained exchanges, we were forced to walk off together, our steps uncertain, we kept looking back at what we had just dealt with. The white girl didn’t miss a beat as soon as we were out of earshot.

     “You know what that was about. If she wasn’t a native woman they wouldn’t have treated her like shit. Like, if she was a white woman, you know they would’ve been way nicer. I can’t stand how they get away with such obvious racism!”

     We walked together a few blocks, we tried comforting each other as we recounted the trauma we had just seen inflicted on an undeserving native woman. As we parted ways, the girl said,

     “I feel so helpless, I wish I was connected to the media or something, this isn’t right, they should be called out for their stereotyping of the woman. They had NO information. NONE!” Her voice cracks under the weight of helplessness. We shook hands, and I continued on, but her words lingered with me.

     What this experience has made glaringly obvious is the need for a number of fundamental changes in the structures designed to serve and protect us civilians. Toronto, and Canada as a whole cannot in good faith call itself a multi-cultural hot spot as it throws acid in the face of the very people who’s land and legacy was stolen by white settlers and now justified by our governmental bodies. The white supremacist establishment continues to wipe out indigenous lives and culture in every genocidal way, from the denigration of their bodies to the poisoning of their life giving water and land.

     Black solidarity in indigenous struggle is not just an act of ethical righteousness, but an imperative that will sustain each other’s existence. The same racist, murderous policies that displaced millions of Africans and wiped out the majority of native peoples is the very tool that continues to be wielded against our communities, be it in inner cities or reservations. Those of us, without the privilege to stand with our brothers and sisters at Standing Rock Sioux Reservation can do much more than just change our location statuses on Facebook.  

     We can show up at our elected municipal offices, write letters and make phone calls to our council people to demand peer-led, ongoing anti-oppression training for all first responders and emergency services across all sectors. Harm reduction education as a treatment for people living with addiction illnesses needs to move from an alternative, fringe policy towards the centre of care from EMS to medical services. We must demand for an impartial third party to be created to ensure transparency and accountability in the daily operations of all first responders work. We need to demand for the mandatory use of body cameras not just for police officers but for EMS and fire fighters as well. We need to hold monthly community town hall meetings where the chiefs of police, EMS and the fire departments will meet with community members in their respective jurisdictions. Every civilian deserves a chance to communicate their lived experiences with their officers and demand to be informed on the next steps of action to curtail and put an end to the ongoing disrespect on our lives and our bodies.

Writing this story and sharing it with you is just a first step for me. Writing as healing, writing as bearing witness is just the beginning. This horrible encounter, was a rude awakening from the recent comparative illusion I’ve been living under, where I had been convincing myself that Canada is a way better country in it’s treatment of indigenous folk than the US. As much as it hurts that the lesson was carved on Michelle’s native body, I will not let it go by unlearned, I will keep her name in my mouth until the discomfort forces me into action. I will be actively trying to engage our respective communities moving forward, and with a humble awareness of my privileges that let me write Michelle’s story, I hope to find my place in the resistance, I hope after reading this, that you will join me too.

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Dakota Access Pipeline Funding: Banks and Oil Companies in the Endless Destruction of Native Lands | We Are Change

Back on Sept. 3, 2016, Labor Day weekend in America, protesters in North Dakota representing the Standing Rock Sioux were attacked with dogs and pepper spray while attempting to halt construction on an approximately $4 billion crude oil pipeline that would extend nearly 1,200 miles from the northern interior of the U.S. to south-central Illinois. One of the oil companies “responsible” for the pipeline is Dakota Access, LLC — a subsidiary of Energy Transfer Crude Oil Company, LLC.

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Eleonora di Toledo (1522–1562)
Title: Eleonora di Toledo (1522–1562)
Date: circa 1560
Artist: Studio of Bronzino (Agnolo di Cosimo)
Dimensions: 46 3/8 x 34 7/8 in. (117.8 x 88.6 cm)
Medium: Oil on canvas, transferred from panel