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Despite Trump’s claim that FBI had “free rein,” his aides limited witness lists and scope of questioning, per a senator’s report.
The post Trump White House Got in the Way of Brett Kavanaugh Sexual Assault Investigation appeared first on The Intercept.
Mark Martin crosses paths with plenty of people described in Jack Smith’s latest brief.
The post This Law School Dean Sure Is Associated With Lots of Trump’s Alleged Co-Conspirators appeared first on The Intercept.
The next generation is still feeling the effects.
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The state said Alan Miller’s execution by lethal gas would be “more humane.” He writhed and gasped for air in his final moments.
The post “Agony” and “Suffering” as Alabama Experiments With Nitrogen Executions appeared first on The Intercept.
No one wants a nuclear reactor in their backyard. It’s an eyesore and a health hazard, not to mention the hit to your property values. And don’t forget the existential danger. One small miscalculation and boom, there goes the neighborhood! In the 1970s, in the southwest corner of Germany, the tiny community of Wyhl was bracing for the construction of just such a nuclear reactor in its backyard. Something even worse loomed on the horizon: a vast industrial zone with new chemical plants and eight nuclear energy complexes that would transform the entire region around that town and stretch into nearby France and Switzerland. The governments of the three countries and the energy industry were all behind the project. Even... Read more
Source: Ask (Not) What You Can Do for Your Planet appeared first on TomDispatch.com.
Oh no, everyone’s done eating, and the lady hosting this dinner party wants us to “retire” to the living room. Retire? There’s a turkey leg dangling from my mouth. I’m not done eating. Can I bring it with me? Because I don’t see any other food in the living room, just paintings of cylinders and National Geographics and a coffee table you definitely can’t put your feet on.
If I give up this real estate now, I will never get it back. The momentum will move from the living room to the coat room and then outside where there are no garlic mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy and bread I didn’t bring. Cannot be cast out of this culinary garden of Eden to have work by the sweat of my brow.
They’re moving. And they’re only bringing their drinks with them, not plates of food or the entire roast beef tray. What if the roast beef wants to retire to the living room as well? Who speaks for him? Must think fast, pretending to tie my shoes is not going to work much longer.