The human body doesn’t take special umbrage when confronted with an unnatural chemical. It doesn’t make a conscientious decision to react more adversely.
Articles by Tim Durham, Plant M.D.
Box office receipts don’t lie — the “outbreak” genre sells gobs of tickets. In “Rise of the Planet of the Apes,” a virulent strain of the fictional simian flu decimated the human population. With society in shambles, anti-ape sentiment is poised to fuel a final battle royale against the knuckle draggers. In “Daybreakers,” a plague […]
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With every new agriculture breakthrough, the public seems downright unimpressed. All we seem to hear about is outrage over pesticides, GMOs, or fertilizers.
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