03 Monday Oct 2022
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endocrine disruptors, fertility, over-population, phthalates, plastics, Shanna Swan, The Sun Magazine
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Over the past 50 years, sperm counts around the world have declined by over 50%. Environmental and reproductive epidemiologist, Shanna …
21 Wednesday Sep 2022
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American English, Changing Speech Patterns, Cockney English, Enunciation, Linguistics, pronunciation
My teeth rattle when I listen to young American radio and TV journalists. I can’t figure out what happened to …
31 Wednesday Aug 2022
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#SNRA50th, backpacking, camping, Cecil Andrus, Frank Church, hiking, horseback riding, Idaho, Len Jordan, Mountain Home, Rattlesnake Junction, Sawtooth National Recreation Area, Wyoming
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As are many poor suckers who arrive at Mountain Home AFB in southern Idaho, I was underwhelmed by the parchment …
28 Sunday Aug 2022
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cheating, childhood lessons, consequences, death threats, entitlement, failure, lying, Mar A Lago
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For the first four years of my education, I was a lackadaisical student. My average grades horrified my family of …
22 Monday Aug 2022
Did you think if you shat in the middle of the path and plopped a few rocks over your mess it would be ok? REALLY?
Or, perhaps I should give you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps you actually stepped off the path into the bushes for a bit of privacy. And THAT is where you left your unburied shit and shit paper. REALLY?
So your shit paper is now wallpaper for how many rodent burrows and bird nests? Oh, you can blame the rodents. They carried your paper up to the path. REALLY?
The height of irony is that this was not even in a wilderness area. My footprints were the only human prints on this path that was well worn by motorized vehicles. So you drove in here, stopped and hopped off your OHV, bared your bum, let go, wiped your ass, dropped your paper and left it for a 69-year-old hiker to carry out for you. You came prepared with paper, but not with a plastic bag in which to put the paper? REALLY?
I wish I knew where you live so I could come and take a shit in front of your door. I might even leave my plastic bag under a rock beside my shit so you could get a bit of practice.
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