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Thanks to the failings of basic democratic institutions in the US, Midwestern grain estates have incredibly disproportionate influence in US politics. This has consequences for our foreign policy that can be seen in “food aid” programmes that mostly serve as crop dumping that serves three purposes. It alleviates food gluts at home, propping up crop prices in the United States. Crop dumping also undercuts farmers elsewhere in the world. This can start a vicious cycle of dependency on imports: the American grain farmer’s ultimate gold mine. And finally, it makes America’s farmers look important. It makes their wealth and political prestige look like it is earned through the hard work of farming, instead of what it is: thieved away from other farmers all around the world through back-room geopolitical dealings.
Cash crops and technology aren’t bad in and of themselves. In democratic environments, they can build wealth and well-being in farming areas. But in economies dominated by warlords and other malignant hustlers, everything is turned to the detriment of ordinary people. Cash crops, technology, even access to food and water become struggles used to keep people bound to power players. The United States is no exception. Our history of mass hunger at home, forgotten though it may be, is witness to that.
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mcelquotes · 2 years
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mizua · 2 years
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arctic-hands · 9 months
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I've been told by many people that I should be washing my rice, and I believe that is critical if I'm cooking sticky rice, but the (cheap) short grain white rice that's commonly eaten in the United States is completely stripped of nutrients, and has to have a coating of vitamins (I forget which and how many specifically, but I think niacin, riboflavin, and b2 off the top of my head) sprayed on it after the drying process, so people who are reliant on cheap white rice won't get beri-beri and other nutritional deficiencies. Wouldn't rinsing the rice wash away the vitamin coating?
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🍓Biggest dragon in your lair (based on in-game sizes) and biggest dragon in your lair (based on lore sizes)
My biggest three dragons in each category (not including hibernal den because I didn't wanna comb through it) are
Mavros by length at 31.39 ft
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Sputnik by wingspan at 24.27 ft
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And Pellagra by weight at 10505.69 lbs
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intellectualpoaching · 6 months
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There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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corpseacoast · 2 months
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jeneelestrange · 4 months
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The best weird info dump hobby to get into when you have a chronic illness is historical medicine and quackery. It’s like misinformation mithraditism in that in helps keep you falling for absolutely insane bullshit out of sheer desperation that is just there to take your money, because after a while you will start to notice certain cycles and patterns to how this works(we just discovered a new thing in the body and don’t entirely understand how it works? It must CURE EVERYTHING)
Also it serves a very important constant psychological purpose in that you can think, “Ok yes, we are all trapped in the Byzantine American healthcare system which is set up to help absolutely no one not even the people inside it—healthcare execs only. HOWEVER, at least I wasn’t born a hundred years ago, because I would be dead. I would be dead-dead.”
I can’t tell you HOW MANY PEOPLE I ENCOUNTER are like “But we never used to have conditions like high cholesterol and all these pills for it, what did they do back then huh?????” THEY DIED, JANET. They died of tuberculosis, or fucking pellagra because their diet is made up entirely of hard tack and corn pone, or poisoned milk, or they bled out in child birth from having ten children half of which ALSO died before their first birthday from communicable diseases we now solve with vaccines and antibiotics. Your great Uncle Longevity Georg who survives entirely on whiskey and cigarettes and is somehow a hundred and two years old is somewhat of a fucking outlier, go walk in a really old cemetery sometime and see all the baby graves and get back to me. I may not be healthy but holy shit at least I’m not antivax
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portentsofwoe · 10 days
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            For corn to be sold to people as tortillas first, it is generally processed after harvesting. This is to prevent the disease, pellagra. When corn travelled the world after it was discovered by Europeans, pellagra followed in its wake. The disease itself debilitates a person over the years due to a lack of niacin in their diets. When you consume corn all your life without extra nutrients you eventually go insane and die, long after developing strange sores.12 Thankfully, we know how to prevent this disease, through nixtamalization. To sell corn tortillas, or other corn based staple foods, they must first not kill you. 
            The nitmalization process was once done by women in Mesoamerica, as part of their daily duties of making the corn dough to make tortillas with.13 The harvested corn kernels were leached in a solution of lime, usually wood ash or crushed limestone. This process releases the niacin in the corn, allowing it to reach its fullest nutrition potential. In addition, nixtamalization loosens the outer layer of the kernel, making it easier to work with the dough. Mesoamerica did not have pellagra. In modern times, nixtamalization occurs in the corn flour factory. Gleaming vats process the corn and make it safe to turn into a wide variety of products. 
            Some of these products, but concerning corn tortillas here, will be sold at the taqueria, the Mexican grocery store. This is a place to both buy tortillas and consume them. At the taqueria, corn tortillas are more popular than the white flour tortillas also common in the United States. These places offer both a gathering place for a community of immigrants and a place for long time residents to discover new flavors, and fresher tortillas. If someone doesn’t want to go to a taqueria to buy corn tortillas, they are sold at any number of stores across the country. In addition, tortillas in the form of chips are hiding under all our noses in the form of nachos. 
            Gas stations and movie theaters offer another avenue for the purchase of the corn tortilla, in its deep fried “chip” formation. These are served alongside hot dogs, a quintessentially American food. They represent a quick snack for those seeking a burst of heat with their zesty cheese and fiery pickled jalapenos. Prepackaged nachos represent an easy way to purchase already prepared corn tortillas, but using fresh ones opens up a world of possibilities. 
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dwellordream · 2 months
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“Everywhere Europeans looked, the indigenous people they happened upon had their own ideas of how men and women should behave. Chief among them were notions about the kind of work men and women should each perform. These differences were deeply unsettling to the colonists.
…English migrants in the 17th century were not trying to re-imagine what it meant to be male or female. Instead, these first European settlers hoped their culture and their working lives could be easily transplanted. Immigrant women and men would each perform their customary duties; husband and wives would find their roles and their relationships appreciably unaltered.
…Almost every woman who left England for Virginia or Maryland in the early 17th century would have expected to work--and work hard--from the moment she reached her destination. Between 80 and 90 percent of the English folk who emigrated to that region, and virtually all of the women, came as indentured servants. …At first, these young women toiled for men who were their masters. After their debts had been satisfied, they might work alongside their husbands on small plantations. In either case, their labors would be shaped by the broader goal of the regions’ economy: extracting from the soil the maximum possible volume of tobacco, the intoxicating leaf Londoners were craving.
…Conditions in the Chesapeake were mean--even by the standards of those who, like most indentured servants, came from the lower rungs of English society. The average planter was likely to inhabit an unpainted wooden dwelling no larger than 25 by 18 feet--about the size of a modern two-car garage. …The indentured servant’s clothing and meals were likely to be as rude as her dwelling place. Her skirts and aprons would have been fashioned of a blend of the coarsest linen and wool. And her diet, as one traveler to the region reported, consisted mainly of a ‘somewhat indigestible soup’ of ground corn. Not surprisingly, serving girls eking out this kind of meager existence often succumbed to the Chesapeake’s many endemic diseases. Malaria, pellagra, dysentery, and deadly ‘agues and fevers’ killed off many during the crucial first six months of ‘seasoning,’ as getting used to the climate was called.
…On the positive side, it meant that virtually every female migrant would eventually find a husband--should she live long enough to attain her freedom. (Indentured servants, male and female, were forbidden to marry.) But it also meant that English notions of the proper sexual division of labor simply could not apply. In a colony where land was abundant and labor was scarce, a certain degree of flexibility regarding one’s day to day tasks was an absolute necessity.
…For men and women alike, the workday stretched from sunrise to sunset, with time off during the heat of the day in the warmer months. In the winter--the beginning of the tobacco production cycle--an Englishwoman would have spent those hours helping her master or her husband plant crops and enrich the seedbeds. By late April, she might have been called upon to transplant the tiny seedlings to the main fields--a delicate task that demanded the intensive effort of the whole plantation labor force over a period of several months. In June, July, and August, her deft hands would hoe and weed the tiny hills surrounding each plant and keep the plants free from worms. September brought the arduous labor of cutting and curing the mature leaves; this was typically men’s work.
…At first, few women could be found among the enslaved labor force of the southern colonies. Most 17th-century planters thought that strong male hands made better investments. Until the 1660s, two African men were imported for every African woman. But as white settlers began to turn the servitude of blacks into chattel slavery--a lifelong, even hereditary state--the logic of enslaving more women became clear. Enslaved men could labor only so many hours in the course of a day. But, as the masters saw it, enslaved women were always working, even when they were feeding their families or delivering babies.
…Slave women deemed incapable of field labor--the very young, the infirm, and the very old--might be put to work in household service. In the first half of the 18th century, these indoor workers accounted for a distinct minority of female slaves, well under 20 percent. And being assigned to the plantation household was not necessarily desirable. …Slave women who worked in their mistresses’ homes were always on call. Their duties ranged from hard, physical labor like doing laundry and toting water, to such routine drudgery as emptying chamber posts and making beds.”
Jane Kamensky, “To Toil the Livelong Day: Working Lives” in The Colonial Mosaic: American Women, 1600-1760
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REAL corn eaters know that if untreated corn is a staple crop, pellagra will eventually develop in the population
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“The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.”
― John Steinbeck
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apilgrimsprogress · 28 days
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There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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