2024 Summer Quotes

Even though 85 percent of Americans polled in summer 2024 thought abortion should be legal in at least some circumstances, while only 12 percent thought it should be banned entirely, Republicans continued to promise a total ban.

In summer 2024, it overturned a precedent set in 1984 that required courts to defer to experts in federal agencies when interpreting regulatory laws. Loper Bright Enterprises v. Raimondo gave the right to make those judgments to judges, rather than agency experts. Taking a sledgehammer to the modern administrative state, Loper Bright jump-started the reorganization of the government that Movement Conservatives had always wanted. But rather than reviving small government, the Supreme Court advanced an authoritarian system in which judges, rather than an elected Congress, would determine the law. Immediately, conservative judges began to use junk science to reach their preferred conclusions.

Lighthouses Hot summer days ..... or - subtle breezes during Cool summer nights (An apricot sun) ..... or - a platinum moon, with its trailing veil of pale Ecru hued moon dust, the color of eggshell At night, we lay outside on blankets atop blades of grass ..... and - we love and we laugh Only pausing to gaze at the stars (Towards which, we raise up our arms) ..... and - hold out our flicked lighters As if they are, lighthouses Excerpt from: Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael © Mekael Shane 2024

She's Wild and Free” October 1, 2024 at 12:11 PM Verse 1: She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad, With a smile that could light up the darkest night, oh, she had. He came along with dreams and promises so grand, But she just laughed and said, “I’ve got my own plans.” Chorus: She didn’t need his promises, she’s wild and free, Dancing in the moonlight, like a summer breeze. With a heart full of dreams and a soul that can fly, She said, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll reach the sky.” Verse 2: He offered her the world, but she had her own, A path she was walking, a life she had grown. With every step she took, she knew where she belonged, In the rhythm of her heart, in the words of her song. Chorus: She didn’t need his promises, she’s wild and free, Dancing in the moonlight, like a summer breeze. With a heart full of dreams and a soul that can fly, She said, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll reach the sky.” Bridge: She found her strength in the quiet of the night, In the whispers of the wind, in the morning light. With every sunrise, she knew she was strong, Living her truth, where she belonged. Chorus: She didn’t need his promises, she’s wild and free, Dancing in the moonlight, like a summer breeze. With a heart full of dreams and a soul that can fly, She said, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll reach the sky.” Outro: So here’s to the girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad, With a world of her own, and a life so beautifully clad. She didn’t need his promises, she was wild and free, Living her own story, just as it should be.

The Reaper's Harvest by Stewart Stafford Vast underworld gates open on Samhain night, The grail Sun winters there, in paling sight. Unquiet spirits swarm forth in feral misprision, Trick-or-treat landlords knock in spectral vision. Autumn, perennially-early to Death's season, Winter's welcome overstayed in icy reason. Spring's distant wave thrills in emerging seed, Summer's blush in full alignment decreed. Snowflake to blossom, and greenery to withering; As effigy reminders of cyclical dithering, Seasonal standing stones sink to shifting sands, Saplings of the forest’s new strength, in nature’s hands. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

A Martian Midsummer Night's Dream by Stewart Stafford On Mars's pristine ruddy hue, we tread, Above, stars as adamantine algae spread. Phobos and Deimos, twin moons fair, Primeval river beds form a spidery lair. Dust storms tower above dried-up seas, A vast red alien desert, shorn of trees. Oberon and Titania's gamesmanship spite, Quarrel deep in the Martian summer night. Puckish antics stir starry lovers' hearts true, As spells and dreams on tangled paths pursue. On Olympus Mons, Vulcan gods watch and scheme, Echoes of old wars fuelling plans extreme; A Wellsian tome of the tripod Martian foe, Of invasive seeds, spread to Earth to sow. In Valles Marineris, where canyons stretch away, Dead of night gives birth to coppery day. A frontier vision, both opaque and diamond clear, Magical flights of fancy on an untamed sphere. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

Wicklow's Bounty: Ode to the Irish Strawberry by Stewart Stafford The Garden County's ruby hue; Juicy gush with tart aftertaste, Seeded cream teases the palate, A Summer afternoon without haste. Eireann's pride swallowed so well; Sunburst flesh, chilled bitterness, Enveloped in richest dairy pillows, Feel the divine fingerprint finesse. Amass nature's brief treasures, Don't wait, dear brother/sister, Before frosted breath chokes, Turning land's song into a whisper. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

Even the wind is hot. Hashtag summer 2024

A Magic Hour’s Dreaming by Stewart Stafford Is there a sight more fair than wheaten fields, Awaiting the sun's ambush to potently ignite? Colour vibrates beyond the eye revealed, To live, dance and breathe in honeyed light. Nature’s palette, painted hues so bright, Invites the bees to sip and man to dream, Of engineered art, dazzling to the sight, Authored lightning in a celestial seam. The creator’s canvas, mint beyond decay, Invites the inner child to replenish at source, Where Nature’s staff casts shadows away, Friendships bond as a trickling stream's course. An eyeblink flash carved in history's tree, Treasured riches pooled of those by our side. For in sepia’s sunflower memory, We court the hand of an agreeable bride. Fading birdsong underscores this bottled time, In butterfly hearts, the hourglass stilled sublime. Autumn's leaves, ochre embers, curtsied fall, Farewell Summer, until roused in New Year's call. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

Old Country Longing August 9, 2024 at 8:49 AM [Verse] Old country, I miss your dusty roads, The fields where wildflowers still grow. I feel lonely when I can't see your face, Yearnin' for your warm, familiar embrace. [Verse 2] I desire to walk through your rolling hills, To hear the whisper of your creeks and rills. Obsessed, I hunger for your taste and scent, Missin' every single moment we spent. [Chorus] Old country, you fill my dreams, Your rivers and plains, your whispering streams. In your fields and farms, I long to find, The feel of your soul, touchin' mine. [Verse 3] I reminisce 'bout your moonlit nights, Your crickets singin' soft lullabies. The summer breeze that danced in my hair, In your presence, I felt no despair. [Verse 4] Your rusty barns and your forest trails, Every path tells a hundred tales. I crave the scent of your fresh cut hay, Dreamin' of home every single day. [Chorus] Old country, you fill my dreams, Your rivers and plains, your whispering streams. In your fields and farms, I long to find, The feel of your soul, touchin' mine.

Wait for Me, Daddy August 8, 2024 at 9:46 AM [Verse] Wait for me, Daddy, she yelled, don't leave me behind, Running down the gravel road, her little shoes untied, The sun sinking low, casting shadows on the pines, A memory carved deep, through the years it still shines. [Verse 2] Wait for me, Daddy, don’t let me go astray, Her small voice trembling in the last light of day, As he hoisted his bag, weariness in his eyes, The weight of the world carried with each goodbye. [Chorus] Wait for me, Daddy, I'm almost home, Through the fields of golden corn, and the wildflowers grown, With every step, with every mile's stone, Wait for me, Daddy, you’re never alone. [Verse 3] Years rolled by like rivers flowing, fast and wild, Her heart stayed true, her spirit reconciled, Letters sent from places he had never known, A father’s love, distant but never overthrown. [Bridge] Through winters harsh and summers that gleamed bright, She held his words close, they became her guiding light, Through the laughter, through the tears unshown, She’d whisper to the stars, “Daddy, call me home.” [Chorus] Wait for me, Daddy, I'm almost home, Through the fields of golden corn, and the wildflowers grown, With every step, with every mile's stone, Wait for me, Daddy, you’re never alone.

Agroforestry can be defined as the integration of trees on farmland, and this can take the form of individually protected trees within grazed (silvopastoral) or arable (silvoarable) fields, or blocks of fenced woodland, shelterbelts, hedges, or individual trees.

This prevented ice caps from forming. Compared to today, the Arctic and Antarctic were balmy, with summer temperatures similar to those of London or San Francisco, and winter temperatures that barely inched below freezing.

I didn’t want to believe it was possible that the war would be fought and so clearly decided on the Internet. Or to be more precise—in the social media and in media outlets that are sometimes instruments of and owned by totalitarian states. This not only applies to the broadcaster Al Jazeera, which is funded by Qatar and now has a reach of 430 million households. On the Chinese platform TikTok, which has more than a billion users and is one of the most important sources of information and entertainment, mainly for young people, there were 5 million posts by summer 2024 under the hashtag #freepalestine and only 60,000 posts with the hashtag #standwithisrael. On Instagram, it was 10 million posts for #freepalestine and 350,000 for #standwithisrael. The war is being decided digitally. It is no longer possible to catch up with the dominance that Hamas and its supporters have gained in terms of propaganda.