This Week’s Farm-to-Table Aneurysms: The Agony and the Ocasio


This week proved that, in the Trump era, one week can actually not be more horrible than the last.  If only barely.  Those Thai boys were at least found alive in the cave where they’re trapped, and Gorsuch has not crushed the head of a live baby seal with his adamantium jaw so far this week (we think).  Ocasio-Cortez’s upset victory in the Bronx and Queens burst the hearts of lefties everywhere.  And there was also the excitement of the World Cup and Wimbledon, to provide a much needed escape from the news.

Whence Liberty? The Retirement of Anthony Kennedy (Nursing Clio)

How Trump’s Supreme Court Pick Could Undo Kennedy’s Legacy (New Yorker)

How Lana Del Rey became the heavenly fashioned Queen of Hollywood (Dazed Digital)

As Interest in Democratic Socialism Surges, Ocasio-Cortez Explains to Colbert What a ‘Moral’ Economy Would Look Like (Common Dreams)

1 vs 1: Politics and the Complexity of Fandom (ToM)

Does The World Cup Enforce The False Construct Of Borders Imposed On Us By The Ruling Elite? (Onion Sports)

The Future of American Democracy with Arisha Hatch (WYD Weekly)

Poland’s Government Forcing Supreme Court Justices To Step Down (NPR)

More Students Studying Immigration Law Because of Trump (Time)

Black Women, History, and the Democratic Party (Black Perspectives)

African Americans, Palestine, and Solidarity (Black Perspectives)

Longing for Mr. Rogers (ToM)

Episode 223 – Fight Court (6/27/18) (Chapo Trap House)

Right to Roam (99% Invisible)

Time Talk:

Dr. Ralph Abraham on the Mathematics of Chaos (Ultraculture)

UTC is Enough for Everyone, Right? (Zach Holman)

And finally, a Fourth of July message from Colson Whitehead:

The park sustained them, the green harbor they preserved as the town extended itself outward, block by block and house by house. Cora thought of her garden back on Randall, the plot she cherished. Now she saw it for the joke it was — a tiny square of dirt that convinced her she owned something. It was hers like the cotton she seeded, weeded, and picked was hers. Her plot was a shadow of something that lived elsewhere, out of sight. The way poor Michael reciting the Declaration of Independence was an echo of something that existed elsewhere. Now that she had run away and seen a bit of the country, Cora wasn’t sure the document described anything real at all. America was a ghost in the darkness, like her.