Sep. 10th, 2017

via Capitalism Saved the Bees:



You’ve heard the story: Honeybees are disappearing. Beginning in 2006, beekeepers began reporting mysteriously large losses to their honeybee hives over the winter. The bees weren’t just dying—they were abandoning their hives altogether. The strange phenomenon, dubbed colony collapse disorder, soon became widespread. Ever since, beekeepers have reported higher-than-normal honeybee deaths, raising concerns about a coming silent spring.

The media swiftly declared disaster. Time called it a “bee-pocalypse”; Quartz went with “beemageddon.” By 2013, National Public Radio was declaring “a crisis point for crops” and a Time cover was foretelling “a world without bees.” A share of the blame has gone to everything from genetically modified crops, pesticides, and global warming to cellphones and high-voltage electric transmission lines. The Obama administration created a task force to develop a “national strategy” to promote honeybees and other pollinators, calling for $82 million in federal funding to address pollinator health and enhance 7 million acres of land. This year both Cheerios and Patagonia have rolled out save-the-bees campaigns; the latter is circulating a petition calling on the feds to “protect honeybee populations” by imposing stricter regulations on pesticide use.

A threat to honeybees should certainly raise concerns. They pollinate a wide variety of important food crops—about a third of what we eat—and add about $15 billion in annual value to the economy, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture. And beekeepers are still reporting above-average bee deaths. In 2016, U.S. beekeepers lost 44 percent of their colonies over the previous year, the second-highest annual loss reported in the past decade.

But here’s what you might not have heard. Despite the increased mortality rates, there has been no downward trend in the total number of honeybee colonies in the United States over the past 10 years. Indeed, there are more honeybee colonies in the country today than when colony collapse disorder began.

Beekeepers have proven incredibly adept at responding to this challenge. Thanks to a robust market for pollination services, they have addressed the increasing mortality rates by rapidly rebuilding their hives, and they have done so with virtually no economic effects passed on to consumers. It’s a remarkable story of adaptation and resilience, and the media has almost entirely ignored it. …

Bull fucking shit. 

As a beekeeper who’s been following this very closely, the bounce back has been after awareness of the dangers of neonicotinoid pesticides to pollinators in general and bees in particular, which has led to decreased use of them and straight up bans in some areas. 

Those pesticides were approved even after research had been done proving they could be harmful to pollinators because pesticide companies could make a holy fucking shitload of money off of them, and they knew it, so they paid off the people they needed to pay off to get them approved anyway. 

And the reason there are more colonies now than 10 years ago? Is because of people who rose to the challenge to help bees, but it wasn’t pros (who helped in their own way, but they can’t take credit for this). 

It’s because ordinary people who don’t make squat off bees started caring, and keeping them as a hobby. There’s more new beekeepers now than there’s been in decades. I know because I bloody well helped train a good many of them in my area, and because over the last 10 years of registering my hives with the Iowa DNR I’ve watched the number of registered hives on their sensitive crop pesticide restriction maps spike drastically, from maybe like 2 or 3 in my area ten years ago to several dozen when I logged on to renew my registration this April. 

 (you cannot legally apply pesticides or herbicides to any crops within 1 mile of a sensitive crop (bees are classed as a sensitive crop) without notifying the keeper of the sensitive crop beforehand, and then you can only apply at night.) 

And it’s all hobbyists. Not pros. Not beekeepers who sell pollination services. People, like me, who end up sinking as much cash into the hobby as we earn. 

Capitalism didn’t do shit. Ordinary good people who were concerned did, and paid for it out of their own bloody pockets, with no thanks to bloody capitalism. 





So Delta flight 302 flew in to San Juan, picked up passengers, and threaded one arm of Irma on the way out. The pilot basically said “hold my beer” and took on a hurricane.

I am not entirely convinced that Poe Dameron was not flying this plane, to be honest.

You can read the Twitter thread here.

Everything about that story was amazing. Delta probably set a record for the turnaround too.

“And if the passengers would look out of the starboard window, they will see A MOTHERFUCKING HURRICANE. ALSO A HURRICANE TO PORT AS WELL.”

My dude landed and took off in less than an hour and squeezed between the arm of the hurricane and the core:

not to mention that the northwest quarter of a hurricane has the highest wind speed and most dangerous weather and they still did it

@bomberqueen17 : I feel like you would appreciate this story

Oh yes, I was watching it unfold on Twitter. Does this link to the flightwatcher guy’s Twitter moment? Only goddamn Moment™ I’ve ever bothered clicking on. I had fucking goosebumps it was so amazing. At the same time as that Delta flight took off, there were JetBlue and United flights that took off, but both the others turned back because they judged that there was not adequate time to turn around and come back. 

And here’s the thing– they would have been right. If there had been more than one airplane, they’re unlikely to all have had time to turn around, but since that was the only plane in the damn airport trying to take off, he got it.

Still, it was cool. It was really cool. And it’s a testament to not only the pilot, but the entire support and dispatching staff of the airline and the airport. It’s amazing. That flight was jam-packed, 180 souls on it outbound– what a risk to take, but they were right and they made it.
torrilin reblogged your post and added:

Huh, I’d order them as water, fire, shelter and I’m not sure how I’d prioritize food vs signal. Technically air goes over water, but lots of people forget about air.I’m amused WI has useful hunting info, because they’ve got almost unrestricted hunting.

No, you can live three days without water, but you can die of exposure in a matter of hours, so water’s a lower priority. The thing about survival, yeah on a philosophical level we’ve got maslow’s heirarchy of needs and all, but on a practical level, people who are lost in the woods are going to have getting rescued as their #1 priority, and it doesn’t matter how prepared you are, if you’re not rescued or at least reunited with a larger party, you’re eventually going to die of something. So, yes, if you’re in a postapocalyptic fantasy novel, or a survival game scenario, you’re going to have to consider all kinds of abstract things. But from a practical standpoint, if you’re someone who was on a day walk into some woods, such as one who is out hunting, you’re probably going to die of some pretty well-studied causes, and knowing them will enable you to avoid the obvious ones.

So #1 they say you need to prioritize not freezing to death, not getting yourself *more* lost, not injuring yourself by trying to do something unwise, and then you can worry about things like finding water to keep you alive a couple more days, and maybe eventually, finding something to eat, but they reiterate, you won’t die from not eating, you’ll just make dumber decisions. Most people who get lost hunting or hiking are not going to need to forage for food. And literally never in the history of ever has someone gotten lost hiking and then instantly suffocated because they forgot that humans need air. 

Signal is a high priority because your odds of getting rescued are probably highest if you’re found right away. In fact, you may not even count it as an incident if you get rescued right away. 

So, they say, #1 thing is stop, think, orient yourself, plan [acronymized as STOP]; #2 shelter yourself so you don’t freeze, #3 once you’ve established shelter build a fire both to signal and to keep warm, #4 establish a good signal so if you’re near help, which you probably are, someone will find you (three fires, a big X visible from sky, a whistle, something like that), #5 find a water source and figure out how to purify it, and a distant #6 is try to forage for sustenance because you’ll be able to think clearer if you have stable blood sugar. But let’s be real here, if you’re lost in the woods in the winter, you’re almost certainly not going to survive long enough to starve to death.
She’s being shy, but I just had to say hi. Roommate Dolores the spotted orbweaver was not exactly delighted to see me come back to the yurt after a couple of weeks of having the place to herself. She’s so tidy, though; she completely removes her entire web, daily, and curls up to sleep in a tiny huddle. She doesn’t realize that this red scarf doesn’t camouflage her the way my roof ring used to… or maybe she does, and she’ll move back up there now that I’m back!
Meanwhile a grass spider is trying to take over the area near the door and has spun a huge untidy sheet of a web that he’s not maintaining. I might turf him out. I only like tidy roommates.
via a Jewish Soda Company Helped the Insane Clown Posse Fight the Nazis:




One of the most sacred events at ICP concerts is a sort of communion known as the “Faygo Shower.” Basically, band members spray members of the audience with soda.

But not just any soda. Faygo is a soda brand local to Detroit, where ICP originated— they even reference the soft drink in their lyrics. And so, as part of their devotion to Juggalo life, fans drink the stuff by the bucketful. Faygo tries to keep a healthy distance from Juggalos, but the company certainly benefited from the face-painted consumers.

ICP has helped a company thrive, a company started by Jewish immigrants.

Faygo is short for Feigenson— yes, really. The Faygo website euphemistically describes brothers Ben and Perry as “Russian immigrants,” but a quick Google search will confirm the obvious. In 1907 they began their bottling business, and soon began flavoring soda water with frosting flavors (they were originally bakers). And like something out of a novel about Jews making it in America, they shortened their name to something completely alien sounding to help the product sell. The company stayed in the family until the 1980s, and while it now belongs to the National Beverage Company (they own the likes of LaCroix and Shasta), Faygo is still headquartered in Detroit.

And so, the Insane Clown Posse, admittedly unwittingly, votes with their pocketbooks, and in their semi-obscure, highly regional, and affordable beverage of choice is one brought to us by the very people the Neo-Nazis stand against: Jews, and immigrants.

this is an amazing article but it gets one very salient point wrong: shaggy 2 dope isn’t white. he’s cherokee. he’s very proud of his heritage. important context


Good correction, thank you.



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