Google+ Twitter Twitter (“Police Line / Police Tape” by Tony Webster, CC BY 2.0) A fatal crash that happened Wednesday evening in Mishawaka was the result of a suspect running from police.Below is the full release from the St. Joseph County Prosecutors Office:St. Joseph County – Yesterday evening at approximately 8:00 p.m., Mishawaka PoliceDepartment officers were dispatched to the 500 block of E. 12th St. where a door had beenkicked in at a residence. Officers engaged in a foot pursuit with a male near that addresswho they then saw get into the back seat of a silver Pontiac Grand Prix. Officers pursuedthe Pontiac for less than a minute when the Pontiac, traveling westbound on 13th St., struck a Chevrolet Cavalier traveling south on Spring St. Two males were seen fleeing on foot from the Pontiac, and a female passenger in the Pontiac remained on scene and cooperated with investigators. At this time, the driver of the Pontiac is unknown.Both occupants of the Cavalier were taken to the hospital where they were subsequentlypronounced deceased. They have been positively identified as Clayton McClish, M/W 19years old of Osceola, and Elizabeth Johnson, F/W 18 years old of Mishawaka.The St. Joseph County Fatal Crash Team (FACT) was activated, per protocol, to assistwith the investigation. This remains an active and on-going investigation. Anyone withinformation is asked to call FACT at 574-235-9514 or Crime Stoppers at 288-STOP Two teenagers killed by suspect running from police in Mishawaka WhatsApp Pinterest Facebook By Carl Stutsman – December 3, 2020 2 484 IndianaLocalNews Pinterest Google+ Facebook WhatsApp Previous articleSilver Beach Hotel has licenses suspended for violating COVID-19 state mandateNext articleLou Holtz honored with Presidential Medal of Freedom Carl Stutsman
MULTAN, Pakistan (AP) — Pakistani security forces and police acting on intelligence have raided suspected militant and separatist hideouts, triggering shootouts that killed seven insurgents and two soldiers. An official with Pakistan’s counter-terrorism department said Wednesday in a statement the first raid took place in the district of Dera Ghazi Khan in the eastern Punjab province. The raid left three militants from the outlawed Baluchistan Republican Army dead, he said. The group is known for targeting Pakistani troops, police and gas pipelines in southwestern Baluchistan. Hours later, troops raided a militant compound in former militant stronghold of North Waziristan, triggering a shootout that killed four insurgents and two soldiers, according to a military statement.
The second student senate meeting of the school year convened via Zoom on Thursday to discuss the current state of Notre Dame affairs.The session began with a call to action from senior student body president Rachel Ingal. “We really just need to be intentional with all of our actions and be very accountable and understanding,” Ingal said. “Keep kindly having those educational conversations with our friends. I would urge you to not resort to shameful tactics but just be informative, talking about the science.”Co-directors of the First Undergraduate Experience in Leadership (FUEL), seniors Kevin Gallagher and Fritz Schemel then updated the senate on the First Year Leadership Showcase, an event that will be held virtually Sunday at 7 p.m. The showcase is meant to encourage budding leaders of the freshman class to apply for positions within student government.Student body vice president and senior Sarah Galbenski then took the floor and led newly elected first year Daniel Schermerhorn in his oath of office. Schermerhorn is filling the vacant senate seat of Baumer Hall that was last held by senior Thomas McCoy.Next, seniors Michael Dugan, Dillion Hall senator, and Ricardo Pozas Garza, Club Coordination Council president, introduced Resolution SS2021-13 to the floor. The resolution called on the University to regularly publish COVID-19 modeling. The text of the document recognizes that University President Fr. John Jenkins has explicitly mentioned the University’s risk analysis in his July 29 message to campus and states that students have a right to know what the quantified risk of being on campus is.(Editor’s Note: Dugan is a former news writer and systems administrator at The Observer.)“There’re two, one of which is transparency, one of which is substantially that I think we all deserve to know the risks associated with whatever the University’s plan is,” Dugan said. “If the University is saying internally, [that they] believe that this course of action will result in x hospitalizations [and] y student cases, I think students have a right to know that.”Following the resolution’s proposal, sophomore Keough Hall senator Benjamin Erhardt put forth an amendment that calls on the University to provide additional statistics to the COVID-19 HERE Dashboard. Several senators supported this amendment and advocated for specific statistics they believed should be published. The final list of proposed statistics to be included on the dashboard included: active and recovered case counts, current number of students quarantined or isolated, number of occupied quarantine and isolation units, dorm-by-dorm case distributions and surveillance testing statistics.Erhardt said the amendment was meant to support the purpose of the original resolution by calling for more transparency from the University regarding where it stands right now in addition to where the University thinks it will go from here. Dugan, with the support of his cosponsor Garza, agreed to add this amendment to the final text of the resolution.Through the debate, several comparisons were made to the public information provided by both the University of North Carolina (UNC) at Chapel Hill and Cornell University. UNC has regularly published many statistics on their dashboard including percentage capacity of quarantine and isolation units, inventory of protective equipment and testing positivity rates. Cornell University published an extensive report of its model’s predictions for infection and hospitalization percentages during the fall semester. Many senators made clear that they have heard of a swell of dissatisfaction with regards to the transparency of the University and hope this resolution will compel Notre Dame to address those concerns.In what was a brief questioning and debate period, the resolution passed with a large majority. Thus the student senate has formally called upon the University to regularly publish internal predictive modeling for the spread of COVID-19 as well as add additional statistics to the HERE dashboard.This is a non-binding resolution and will only be presented as the recommendation of the student body.Tags: covid risk analysis, Rachel Ingal, student senate, zoom meeting
Liza Gets Sniff-n-StiffedLiza will wait for a barista Liza and Maggie head to the coffee shop to meet Gary, the recipient of Liza’s, erm, offering. The look of Liza’s face as she heads to the bathroom to retrieve said offering is a beautiful portrait of regret, sadness and disgust. And it’s all for her daughter, so Younger is essentially just a 21st century retelling of Les Miserables. Unfortunately, she makes the mistake of not getting the cash up front, and after getting a good whiff, Gary bolts. View Comments Sutton Foster Star Files Liza Gets…FiredLiza, in her quest to pay for her daughter’s tuition with as little dignity as possible, takes Lauren up on her next job offer: sequined bar girl at a startup launch party. While distributing shots, Liza runs into Empirical Press honcho Charles. Once again, 26-year-old Liza uses her 40-year-old insight to charm the people who should be her peers. It’s a promising moment until Liza drops a tray of shots all over her silver-suited boss for the night. Liza Gets an Offer She Can’t Refuse…selling her worn panties. Yep. This is the master plan to pay for Caitlin’s tuition. Liza braves the creeps of Craigslist who ask filthy questions involving asparagus and handies. Maggie the Heroic Lesbian Artist sums it up perfectly: “You gotta hand it to pervs, man. They don’t accept mediocrity.” We wish Maggie were there for us every time we sold our panties to strangers on the internet. Or at least to just get brunch with us or something. We don’t sell our panties on the internet. Stop looking. Diana’s Statement Jewelry of the Week!Here it is, everyone. Definitive proof that Diana Trout is a part of the Illuminati. When this becomes a plot point in a future episode, don’t tell us that we didn’t warn you. On a somber note, we must knock Diana’s divine jewelry down a peg this week for a serious infraction: Earlier in the episode, Diana repeated a look by reprising her “Origin of Love” necklace. We’ll let it go…mostly because we’re not quite sure what the Illuminati is capable of. We’re not gonna lie. Things are grim for Liza this week on Younger. As you’ll see, Sutton Foster channels her inner Fantine by doing some questionable deeds for the sake of her daughter. Make sure your underwear’s on nice and tight (after this episode, you’ll know why), throw on your favorite rendition of “I Dreamed a Dream” and check out what Liza endured in Episode 7 of the TV Land series.EPISODE 7: Broke and Panty-lessLiza Gets a Washboard PlayerThings with the hot tattoo artist are surprisingly tense this week. After overhearing a call between Liza and her daughter, Josh questions all of Liza’s phone and email activity. It’s of course not an unfounded concern, and it makes Liza’s insistence on maintaining the charade even more questionable. But in the meantime, Liza’s now a groupie to his bluegrass/jug band act, in which he plays the washboard. Lest you forget that Williamburg is a terrible place. Liza Gets Her Palms Read (to Filth)Liza’s daughter Caitlin calls from India, in need of tuition money (Liza’s paid her half while her soon-to-be-ex-husband David is “working on it”). Strapped for cash, Liza turns to “Queen of the Second Shift” Lauren, who initially recommends hand modeling. Remember, as Annabelle pointed out last week, Liza’s hands are a “dead giveaway” to her secret. So that’s a no. Kelsey (who’s rocking an incredible top knot this week and makes out with Anton in a Swedish candy store) suggests what Lauren used to do, which is…
The book is $15. A Windows data base is available for $90. You may order either throughthe county extension office. Or send a request, with a check to The Georgia CountyGuide, to Ag Business Office, 203 Conner Hall, The University of Georgia, Athens, GA30602-7506. Bachtel began compiling “The Georgia County Guide” in 1981. It was much harder workthen. “I spent the Christmas break that first year ranking counties by population from oneto 159 from 1930 to 1980,” he said. “Now, that sort of thing is done by computer in aninstant.” “It’s not ‘my’ data,” he said. “We just put it in an easy-to-use form.” “One of the prerequisites is that you have to have a sense of humor,” Bachtel said.”Sometimes it’s overwhelming. I don’t watch the local news anymore. I don’t want to putfaces with the numbers.” The 16th annual edition of “The Georgia County Guide” is being released this month. Itincludes data on scores of topics in 17 areas on every Georgia county. But the rankings are important. “People are quite interested in the rankings,” he said. “Therankings can help put together important pictures of your community.” “There’s a lot of controversy in the book because it ranks statistical data by county,” saidDoug Bachtel, a rural sociologist with the University of Georgia College of Family andConsumer Sciences. “It’s like documenting that your daughter is ugly.” Bachtel is quick to point out that he isn’t “the state’s bean-counter.” The book’s datacomes from a range of sources, all available to the public. Don’t wait too long to order. They never print that many books. “We sell about 3,000 ayear,” said Sue Boatright, the data collection coordinator for the book. Poring over data on such topics as crime, poverty and leading causes of death, though,takes its toll. He originally produced the book “so a company considering moving to Georgia could findthe facts and figures it needed,” he said. “But after we got into it, we found that evenpeople living here needed that information.” “The people at the top don’t mind a bit,” Bachtel said. “They’re not the ones who write theletters to us, though.” Rankings are fine if they don’t tell you most counties are better off than you in suchserious areas as per-capita income, crime rate or births to unwed mothers. Providing the answers to questions like that makes “The Georgia County Guide” a mightyunpopular book at times, says the book’s creator. In the 1990s, Forsyth County is the fastest growing county in Georgia. So which is thefastest shrinking county?
Over the past few years, I’ve become something of an amateur mushroom hunter. My interest began when I inherited a friend’s guidebooks, complete with the copious notes he scribbled in the margins during a mushroom identification class he took. Guided by that old adage, There are old mushroom hunters, and there are bold mushroom hunters, but there are no old, bold mushroom hunters, I collect only those Jack labeled as “safe for beginners.”All summer long my husband and I feast on wild mushrooms I gather by the basketful. We’ve eaten brown, coral, yellow, orange, green, lilac and even blue mushrooms—a veritable rainbow of fungi. We’ve partaken of chanterelles, horn-of-plenty, boletes, sulphur shelf, beefsteak, chicken-of-the woods, and lion’s mane mushrooms, all so gorgeous and so delectable that they put their grocery store cousins to shame. Cellophane wrapped button mushrooms are as different to wild mushrooms as store-bought tomatoes are to those picked out of your own garden. It’s like eating at Taco Bell once you’ve dined on the real thing in Mexico.Yet the morel, the one wild mushroom that everyone seeks and many find, had always eluded me. It is among the first of the edible mushrooms to appear in the spring, often in abundance, and still I’d never come across them. Last spring in particular was a better-than-average morel year. My husband and I found a whole bag of morels yesterday, one acquaintance bragged. Facebook posts showed friends and friends of friends smiling down at tables full of the wrinkly wonders.I’d kept my eyes open in the past. I’d studied the habitat requirements noted in my guidebooks and scoured the woods looking in all the right places, but nothing. Nada. Goose egg. It galled me.I queried people who bragged about their finds, and received much advice. Look in old apple orchards, said one. Under poplar trees, said another. Find the May-apples and look near those, my cousin advised. They’re near creeks, in low-lying places, a business colleague said. Higher up, said a friend. Under the May-apple, but not the running cedar, a woman told me. Never the running cedar.The early May morning dawned clear and cool, birds singing, wind chimes tinkling. Spring was drawing to a close. It was now or never, at least until next year. With nothing scheduled until afternoon, I pulled on my sweatshirt and old pants, grabbed my cloth bag and a knife, and set out. “I’m off to find morels,” I called to Kevin. Tem, our trusty hound dog, leapt with excitement.I started out on our property, for which I had low hopes. All twenty-four acres are covered with running cedar which, rumor had it, was no friend to the morel. Finding none, I ambled down the creek as it crossed onto my neighbor’s land, the morel foremost on my mind.One hour passed, and then another but no mushrooms. There were wildflowers aplenty—Virginia bluebells, phlox, showy orchis, the elfin umbrellas of the May-apple. The last of the Dutchman’s britches —their little white pantaloons my childhood delight— and the first of the wild azaleas (pinksters, as the old timers call them) whose delicate fragrance caught my attention before I spotted them. The leaves of the trout lily, speckled like their namesake, sat naked in the woods, their flowers already come and gone. The strange maroon blossoms of the pawpaw tree foretold a sweet and luscious September.Twice I came across turtles overturned in the middle of the wood— one shell long since bleached white, while another still carried the stench of death. Something must have flipped them on their backs, lost interest and then padded away. Migratory songbirds had returned in full voice, the red-eyed vireo and the ovenbird with their repetitive chants competing for airtime nearby. The hammering of a pileated woodpecker reverberated through the woods farther away. I heard the report of a real hammer across the river, someone repairing a roof or building something on this fine day. Barry Lopez calls this the philosophy of hand tools. I felt grateful to live among so many philosophers.I like cutting and splitting my own firewood. I feel most in harmony in places where I can procure my own food within walking distance of my house. I like knowing I can kill and clean a deer or a fish. I like the satisfaction of cooking a meal over an open fire. I prefer to collect wild mushrooms for nothing but the price of a few scratches on my legs.Most of the landowners along the way were people I know. The ones who live here had given me permission to hunt mushrooms. Their biggest fear wasn’t so much that I’d find their secret stash, but that I’d sue them if I got sick eating a poisonous one. “You know what you’re doing?” they asked as though I’d strung a tight rope across Niagara Falls and was about to unicycle my way down the wire. Each time I offered to share whatever I found, they politely and firmly demurred—Nooooo, thank you! As for the absentee landowners, I’d never asked permission for the simple reason that they were never around. Except for the one guy I’d introduced myself to as he graded the steep drive to the top of the mountain he recently purchased. I hinted around about wanting to hunt mushrooms on his property, and though he didn’t comment either way, by the very next weekend he’d erected a locked gate and posted NO TRESPASSING signs all along his road front.By the time I worked my way down to the Tye River, I was trespassing my fool head off. But I was ready with my story if someone approached me. Just looking for my hound dog, I’d say, tucking my mushroom bag under my sweatshirt while employing Virginia’s legal excuse for entering someone else’s land. I even had Tem for proof.The river still coursed, barely contained within its banks after the heavy downpours earlier in the week. Once the leaves were fully out, the water would rise and drop quickly after a rain as the trees pumped thousands of gallons of water vapor into the air, but until then a good deluge would keep the level high for a few days.Tem ranged away, racing back to touch base periodically before disappearing again on his hound-dog pursuits. Later he took up with a pack of friendly beagles, who wiggled up and sniffed my hand, then bounded down a deer path, their bays trailing behind.Still no morels.In spite of the wildflowers, the rarefied air of the day, and the sound of the rushing Tye, I carried a stone of bitterness that grew larger with each minute the morels eluded me. I am a forester after all, yet people far less competent in the woods were finding the things like there was no tomorrow. It shamed me. Entire symphonies have been written about springtime in the Appalachians, but here I was, eaten up with envy and failure. Now I knew how renowned ornithologists—those experts who spend their whole exotic vacations standing in roadside ditches for the chance to add a rare bird to their life lists—felt when some amateur spied one at a birdfeeder. It’s the journey, not the destination, some say. Well screw that. I was all about my destination: the pot of mushrooms at the end of the rainbow.I tied my sweatshirt around my waist as the day warmed, and picked my way through the poplars and the May-apples along the river, eyes trained on the ground while the earthy fragrance of spring humus mingled with the scent of fresh water rapids pounding over nearby rocks. I squatted in the leaf litter, and stared, hoping the morels would reveal themselves much as stereogram pictures popped into 3-D relief when you looked at them long enough in just the right way. A few minutes of crouching like a tracker, and nothing. Still, I couldn’t give up because of the fear—no, the certainty—that the mother of all mother lodes lay just fifty feet beyond the point where I turned back.Time to search at a higher elevation. I straightened slowly, pausing to massage my lower back muscles as I faced the hill.And gasped.There it sat, curving out of the side of the bank. A morel the size of my palm.Oddly beautiful, its pale gold cap balanced atop a thick hollow stem the color of pallid flesh wrinkled much like my fingers and toes after a long hot bath. I stood frozen at first, as though it might disappear like a leprechaun if I glanced away. Then I scanned the ground nearby. There emerging from the leaves sat four others of its kind.Of the mushrooms I’ve encountered, the morels are the most magical. Peeking out of the leaves in the dappled light of the forest floor, they appeared to glow from within like tiny lanterns shaped like wizard hats lighting the footpaths of woodland gnomes. I was charmed by them, utterly.I remained still for a minute, two minutes, absorbing the details, soaking up the feel of their particular habitat. Then I harvested my discovery, tucking each of the fanciful mushrooms into my cloth bag before turning to spot several smaller ones nearby.I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face; bliss had replaced my bitter stone. As I inched my way along the edge of the hill, I spied a morel here, another there. Some I gathered, older ones I left to spread their spores. And then they were gone as suddenly as they appeared, the patch played out. Or maybe the little wizards had stolen away.No matter. I had my eye in now. If there were morels to be found in the future, I knew I could find them.I was caught in the thrall of the wily morel, and would forever look toward spring. Tem trotted by my side as we walked back home with our mushroom bag, two hunter-gatherers at peace with the world.
The National Police have arrested four individuals allegedly affiliated with the Islamic State-linked Jamaah Ansharut Daulah (JAD) terror network in Batang regency, Central Java.The police’s Densus 88 counterterrorism squad raided a house in Subak subdistrict of the regency on Wednesday afternoon, during which the personnel made the arrests, National Police spokesperson Brig. Gen. Argo Yuwono said.“They are allegedly members of the Semarang and Temanggung chapters of JAD in Central Java as well as the Makassar chapter of the group in South Sulawesi,” Argo said during a press conference on Thursday.Densus 88 personnel initially found five alleged terrorists at the house, but one of them had tried to retaliate by attacking the officers with a samurai sword, prompting the police to take lethal action against the person, Argo claimed.Read also: Pro-IS deportees played major role in radicalizing West Sumatra groups: IPAC reportThe police later carried the attacker’s dead body to Bhayangkara Hospital’s mortuary in Semarang, Central Java.“Therefore we only detained four alleged terrorists in the operation. They are now under interrogation,” Argo added.The police also gathered a machete, a samurai sword, several jerry cans containing suspicious liquid, 10 boxes of matches, 10 electrical resistors, four smartphones and 24 small bottles as evidence from the operation. (glh)Topics :
There was plenty to drool over in this striking designer residence in Jabiru Estate, which was snapped up by a local family for $4.6 million well before the scheduled auction. READ MORE: One-of-a-kind house sold for record pre-auction 15 Susanne St, Southport.The property was among the 10 most-viewed properties on realestate.com.au across Queensland this week, with more than 5600 people having looked at the listing. “In Southport, houses with three bedrooms and two bathrooms are the most-searched configuration so this property really matched what people were looking for,” Mr Saveall said. 6 Jake Court, Bonogin. MORE: Gold Coast set for a blooming spring selling season 15 Susanne St, Southport.More from news02:37International architect Desmond Brooks selling luxury beach villa7 hours ago02:37Gold Coast property: Sovereign Islands mega mansion hits market with $16m price tag1 day ago 15 Susanne St, Southport.With COVID-19 restrictions limiting gatherings to 10 people from 8am on Saturday morning, Mr Saveall said 42 groups formed a long line down the street for their chance to see inside. Positioned on a 506 sqm north facing block, the house was fully renovated a year ago with warm timber flooring and a fresh colour palette hitting all the right notes. Luxury living hits new heights with garages in the sky Homesick expats crave a dose of green and gold 15 Susanne St, Southport.Although the price has not yet been revealed, Mr Saveall said the settled sale would set a new benchmark for a renovated three bedroom residence on Susanne Street, which is described as family-friendly with kids playing in the neighbourhood after school. 3 Lagoon Way, Mudgeeraba. Most-viewed on the Gold Coast last week 6 Jake Court, Bonogin Video Player is loading.Play VideoPlayNext playlist itemMuteCurrent Time 0:00/Duration 2:31Loaded: 0%Stream Type LIVESeek to live, currently playing liveLIVERemaining Time -2:31 Playback Rate1xChaptersChaptersDescriptionsdescriptions off, selectedCaptionscaptions settings, opens captions settings dialogcaptions off, selectedQuality Levels540p540p360p360p270p270pAutoA, selectedAudio Tracken (Main), selectedFullscreenThis is a modal window.Beginning of dialog window. Escape will cancel and close the window.TextColorWhiteBlackRedGreenBlueYellowMagentaCyanTransparencyOpaqueSemi-TransparentBackgroundColorBlackWhiteRedGreenBlueYellowMagentaCyanTransparencyOpaqueSemi-TransparentTransparentWindowColorBlackWhiteRedGreenBlueYellowMagentaCyanTransparencyTransparentSemi-TransparentOpaqueFont Size50%75%100%125%150%175%200%300%400%Text Edge StyleNoneRaisedDepressedUniformDropshadowFont FamilyProportional Sans-SerifMonospace Sans-SerifProportional SerifMonospace SerifCasualScriptSmall CapsReset restore all settings to the default valuesDoneClose Modal DialogEnd of dialog window.This is a modal window. This modal can be closed by pressing the Escape key or activating the close button.Close Modal DialogThis is a modal window. This modal can be closed by pressing the Escape key or activating the close button.PlayMuteCurrent Time 0:00/Duration 0:00Loaded: 0%Stream Type LIVESeek to live, currently playing liveLIVERemaining Time -0:00 Playback Rate1xFullscreenIs it a good time to list?02:31First time buyers lined up down the street for a look inside a charming renovated residence which went under contract after the first open home. More than 40 groups turned out on Saturday to inspect the split level weatherboard home at 15 Susanne St, Southport, which was listed for offers over $549,000. 15 Susanne St, Southport.McGrath – Surfers Paradise agent Mark Saveall said six written offers were received, with a local young couple signing a contract “well above” the asking price to secure their first home. “Around 75 per cent of those who inspected the property were first time buyers,” said Mr Saveall. “The price, the location and the big backyard with space for kids, a dog and a pool were all very appealing.” 3 Lagoon Way, Mudgeeraba This newly constructed timber pole home is the next best thing to a hinterland hotel. The resort-style residence offers green glimpses at every turn, with seamless indoor-outdoor living making the most of the forest surrounds. READ MORE: Two-year wait for unique pole homes
The New York Times 12 December 2018Family First Comment: “There’s always been the expectation that big business was going to come in; we’ve been hearing rumors about ‘Marlboro Greens’ for decades now. Now we’re past the point of no return.”Legalisation of marijuana is simply the same thing as Big Tobacco II.They’re already lining up.#SayNopeToDope www.SayNopeToDope.nz Proponents of legal marijuana spent decades fighting a slow battle for mainstream acceptance. Now, with recreational use legal in Canada and many states in the United States, big business is suddenly swooping in.Altria, the maker of Marlboro and other cigarettes, last week paid $1.8 billion for almost half of Cronos Group, a cannabis company in Toronto.In August, Constellation Brands, which owns Corona and other beers, paid $4 billion for a major stake in Canopy Growth, another Canadian marijuana company. That month, Molson Coors, another brewer, formed a joint venture with a cannabis company in Quebec.“There’s always been the expectation that big business was going to come in; we’ve been hearing rumors about ‘Marlboro Greens’ for decades now,” said Bethany Gomez, director of research at Brightfield Group, a cannabis market research group. “Now we’re past the point of no return.” The arrival of large multinational corporations portends sweeping changes for an industry that until recently operated in the shadows. As billions of dollars pour into product development, marketing and manufacturing, these companies will be looking to create big brands with the market share to match. Brightfield estimates that global legal cannabis sales will reach more than $31 billion in 2021, up from less than $8 billion last year.But while large-scale investments suggest that the mainstream acceptance of marijuana has reached a significant tipping point, longtime cannabis advocates are worried that the idealistic entrepreneurs who made this moment possible may get left behind.READ MORE: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/12/business/cannabis-business-altria-canopy-constellation-cronos.html
At least 15 people were killed on Thursday in tribal clashes in the southern Libyan city Sebha, Libyan official news agency LANA reported on Friday.The deadly clashes occurred between members of Tabu and Tuareg tribes, two large rival tribes in southern Libya.The report said that three others were killed on Wednesday. And tribal clashes have claimed the lives of over 60 people in the city in a month, according to the city statistics.Sebha, Libya’s largest southern city, has been witnessing escalating violence and similar clashes between the two rival tribe members despite government and elders reconciliation efforts. Enditem