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Israel’s bombing of Qatar interrupted ceasefire negotiations in a war made possible by U.S. support.
The post Progressives Urge U.S. Arms Embargo After Israel Bombs Qatar appeared first on The Intercept.
“The Supreme Court on Monday lifted a federal judge’s order prohibiting government agents from making indiscriminate immigration-related stops in the Los Angeles area that challengers called ‘blatant racial profiling.’” — New York Times
Welcome to your first day on the job as an Immigration and Customs Enforcement officer. We hope you enjoyed your $50,000 signing bonus and were finally able to pay off your legal fees related to January 6 and/or your divorce.
As an ICE agent, you’ll be responsible for detaining undocumented immigrants, who have completely overrun American cities, like Boston, Massachusetts. Because when people think “Boston,” they think “city with too many Brown people and not enough White people.”
In “a mockery of international law,” per one expert, Israel has bombed the residence of Hamas officials negotiating peace in Doha, Qatar.
The post Israel’s Peace Plan: Assassinate the Ceasefire Negotiators appeared first on The Intercept.
The Trump administration wants to exert more control over Latin America. Will it come by deal-making or by force?
The post The Rift in Trump World Over Venezuela appeared first on The Intercept.
When I go out to brunch, I’m a divorcée.
When I eat my second post-breakfast snack, I’m divorced.
The divorcée in me buys the houseplants.
The divorced woman in me kills them all.
When I consider adopting a Persian cat, I’m a divorcée.
When I clean my child’s lizard terrarium, I’m divorced.
If I’m crying at a foreign film, I’m a divorcée.
If I’m crying on my therapist’s floor, I’m divorced.
Champagne, bourbon, and herbal teas. These are my divorcée beverages.
When I steal all the La Croix out of the fridge at work to save $4.99, that’s divorced behavior.
When I’m wearing a lacy, matching underwear set, I’m a divorcée.
When I’m wearing frayed underwear of unknown provenance that was left in the laundromat dryer seven years ago, I’m divorced.
I graciously accept a monthly parenting honorarium when I identify as a divorcée.
I get child support when I’m feeling divorced.
Last summer, a landslide defeat threw a shambolic Tory government out of power. After a pandemic that showed the fundamental importance of workers to society in a way not seen since the war — and in the wake of a wave of strikes in 2022, which saw people rising up to defend their living standards […]

How I learned to hear the voice of my ancestors and speak Lenape, a language silenced for generations
- by Dawn Fallik

The current theory for the origin of the Universe is remarkably successful yet full of explanatory holes. Expect surprises
- by Jim Baggott
A radar system is set to map near-Earth objects as they fly by
The post Meet the Asteroids Next Door appeared first on Nautilus.
Which came first: colorful signals or the color vision needed to see them?
The post When Nature Burst Into Vivid Color appeared first on Nautilus.
A childhood spent under the spell of sleight-of-hand taught me skepticism, curiosity, and the habit of looking beneath appearances
The post When Your Father Is a Magician, What Do You Believe? appeared first on Nautilus.