Word: corns
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Last summer's drought has produced not only a stunted harvest but also a toxic side effect: a bumper crop of aflatoxin, a fungus-based, cancer-causing corn contaminant. It has turned up in livestock feed corn (although not the sweet corn so dear to the American palate) in nine major corn-producing states. The Illinois Department of Agriculture says a third of the crop samples tested show aflatoxin above permissible levels. But by blending the current crop with grain from uncontaminated past harvests, the corn can be used. Moreover, the Food and Drug Administration has cleared...
...contamination reduces what is expected to be the smallest per-acre corn harvest since 1970. The U.S. corn crop is just 4.55 billion bushels, down 36% from last year...
Gorbachev probably didn't reckon with this, and nor did Karl Marx. From its first days, Marxism-Leninism has been peculiarly blind to the potentiality of nationalism to trample like an enraged warthog through the neat corn rows of class theory and inevitable revolution. "National differences and antagonisms between peoples are daily vanishing," wrote Marx and Friedrich Engels in The Communist Manifesto of 1848, "((and)) the supremacy of the proletariat will cause them to vanish still faster." But the same year was the apogee of European nationalist uprisings in the 19th century...
...George Bush's long procession of buses pulling off Route 51 in central Illinois one afternoon at 3:30 and sweeping up to the Del Monte canning factory. The press corps (numbering some 120 now) dutifully takes its place not far from enormous piles of corn that are being dumped onto the vast concrete acreage, then pushed by special dozers toward the trench that will catch the corn on conveyer belts and carry it with a kind of clanking Modern Times idiot ingenuity up a ramp to be mechanically husked and then borne inside the maw of the factory...
...Sleds tried to laugh it off. "You know how we feel?" asks Stephanie. "Like a couple of black-eyed Susans in a field of corn." Donald sits uneasily in the kitchen, rising every few minutes to survey the street. "You have to be alert," he says. Early on he repainted the living room, but he has decided not to finish the other rooms. Too many uncertainties. Boxes are stacked against the back windows so that they might stop a fire bomb. Beside the telephone is the number of the FBI. The Sleds have warned their relatives that...