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Mais venenos para o Brasil por Dr. Rosinha* Semana passada, o povo brasileiro sofreu mais uma derrota na Câmara dos Deputados. Pode-se dizer que, de maneira sorrateira, os ruralistas — usando de criatividade e em parceria com outros setores do parlamento e do governo federal — facilitaram mais um avanço ao uso de insumos químicos (venenos) no Brasil. Quem saiu vitorioso foi o agronegócio e a estreita relação com as empresas multinacionais (financiadoras de campanhas), que movimentam bilhões de reais por ano e que dão ao nosso país o imperioso título de maior consumidor de agrotóxicos do planeta. Cansados, como eles afirmam, de se submeter aos procedimentos adotados pela ANVISA, IBAMA e Ministério da Agricultura (MAPA), que regulam e normatizam a produção, uso, comercialização e importação de agrotóxicos no Brasil, passaram a construir uma nova estratégia. Na noite, quase sempre à noite, do dia 25 de setembro de 2013 foi votada e aprovada a Lei de Conversão (nº25/2013) da Medida Provisória 619/2013, que vai agora para o Senado Federal. No projeto, foram introduzidos três artigos, os de nº 52, 53 e 54, que tratam de agrotóxicos. O que chama a atenção é o disposto no artigo nº 53, que dá a Instância Central e Superior do Sistema Unificado de Atenção à Sanidade Agropecuária — SUASA, a autorização de anuir com a importação, produção, distribuição, comercialização e uso de agrotóxicos, e, aqui está o pulo do gato, concede ao Ministro da Agricultura (MAPA) o poder de regular essas medidas. A redação dada ao artigo nº 53 permitirá que ato do Ministro da Agricultura flexibilize as regras atuais e mesmo que em “caráter extraordinário e quando declarado estado de emergência fitossanitário e zoossanitário”, sob critérios ainda não revelados, poderá determinar que agrotóxicos sejam autorizados em situações que podem atender ao interesse público. Ou seja, dá poder ao Ministério da Agricultura, dominado pelos ruralistas, e subjuga os outros dois órgãos (ANVISA e IBAMA) para decidir o que bem entender quanto ao uso de venenos (agrotóxicos) na agricultura. Abaixo, apresento o artigo nº53 na sua integra e indexo alguns comentários para elucidar o que descrevi. 1. Define o artigo 53, que “fica a instância central e superior do Sistema Unificado de Atenção Agropecuária de que trata o § 4º do art. 28-A da Lei nº 8.171, de 17 de janeiro de 1991, autorizada, nos termos do regulamento, em caráter extraordinário, a anuir com a importação e a conceder autorização emergencial temporária de produção, comercialização e uso quando declarado estado de emergência fitossanitária ou zoossanitária (negrito meu) de:” em seguida vêm os itens. O Decreto nº 5.741/2006 que regulamenta os artigos de Lei 8.171, de 17 de janeiro de 1991, define que a instância máxima central é o MAPA. Como pode se observar no artigo 53, o Projeto de Lei de Conversão nº25/2013 flexibiliza não apenas os agrotóxicos para as lavouras, mas também para o uso nos rebanhos da pecuária (zoossanitário). 2. O § 1º do artigo 53 reza que “a concessão da anuência e da autorização emergencial temporária deverá aplicar-se somente aos produtos previstos nos incisos do caput estritamente necessários ao atendimento do estado de emergência sanitária e fitossanitária oficialmente declarado devendo ser especificado quanto: I – aos produtos e suas condições de uso; II – a delimitação geográfica; e III – ao prazo de vigência”. O Projeto de Lei de Conversão nº25/2013 dá enorme liberdade ao MAPA, pois não define o que é temporária. Seria o período da safra? Quanto tempo perduraria a autorização dada para o uso destes agrotóxicos? Também chamo a atenção que os critérios para ser decretada a emergência não estão definidos. Será que quem mandará nestas definições serão os fabricantes de venenos? 3. O § 2º diz que “a autorização emergencial de que trata o caput somente poderá ser concedida para produtos cujo emprego seja autorizado em países com práticas regulatórias reconhecidas, na forma do regulamento.” Presumo daí que não é necessário que o produto “importado” tenha sido testado e avaliado no Brasil. As empresas multinacionais de agrotóxicos devem estar muitos satisfeitas com essa iniciativa, pois é o que sempre pediram. 4. O § 3º estabelece que “a importação, produção, comercialização e o uso de agrotóxicos, seus componentes e afins, ao amparo da autorização emergencial temporária, prescindem do registro de que trata o art. 3º da Lei nº 7.802, de 11 de julho de 1989”. Esse parágrafo acaba com a necessidade de registro dos agrotóxicos no Brasil. Eliminam-se as diretrizes e exigências dos órgãos federais responsáveis pelos setores da saúde, do meio ambiente e da agricultura. 5. O § 4º define que “a anuência e a autorização emergencial temporária de que trata o caput não poderão ser concedidas a produtos agrotóxicos e afins que causem graves danos ao meio ambiente ou que reconhecidamente: I – não disponham, no Brasil, de métodos para desativação de seus componentes, de modo a impedir que os seus resíduos remanescentes provoquem riscos ao meio ambiente e à saúde pública; II – não tenham antídoto ou tratamento eficaz no Brasil; III – revelem características teratogênicas, carcinogênicas ou mutagênicas, de acordo com os resultados atualizados de experiências da comunidade científica; IV – provoquem distúrbios hormonais, danos ao aparelho reprodutor, de acordo com procedimentos e experiências atualizados na comunidade científica; e V – revelem-se mais perigosos para o homem do que os testes de laboratório com animais tenham podido demonstrar, segundo critérios técnicos e científicos atualizados” Alguém conhece algum agrotóxico que não cause danos ao meio ambiente? O que se espera, primeiro: que o disposto nesses artigos seja retirado pelos senadores; segundo, caso isso não ocorra, que a presidenta Dilma vete-os em defesa do meio ambiente, da razoabilidade, com prudência na autorização de agrotóxicos e pela preocupação com a saúde humana. *Dr. Rosinha, médico pediatra, é deputado federal (PT-PR) e presidente da Comissão de Seguridade Social e Família da Câmara dos Deputados. No twitter: @DrRosinha

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The 3 P.M. Brunch With the 4 A.M. Vibe By BEN DETRICKNOV. 16, 2011 Continue reading the main story Share This Page Share Tweet Pin Email More Save Photo An enthusiastic reveler parties to a performance by Roxy Cottontail, a promoter, at Eat Yo Brunch at Yotel on 10th Avenue, where the $35 brunch allows patrons to eat and drink for two hours. Credit Deidre Schoo for The New York Times BRUNCH, an occasion for flapjacks, Bloody Marys and meandering conversation, is traditionally the most sluggish of meals. But a smorgasbord of clubby New York restaurants have transformed lazy midday gatherings into orgies of overindulgence with blaring music, jiggling go-go dancers and bar tabs that mushroom into five figures. No, boozy brunches aren’t new. Inspired by the daytime debauchery on Pampelonne Beach in St.-Tropez, where jet-setters arrive by Ferrari and yacht, early iterations began at Le Bilboquet on the Upper East Side in the early ’90s, and spread to meatpacking district flashpoints like Bagatelle and Merkato 55 in 2008. But more recently, these brunches have been supersized, moving from smaller lounges to brassy nightclubs like Lavo and Ajna. The party blog Guest of a Guest has taken to calling it the “Battle of the Brunches.” “Not everyone gets to run to the beach or jump on a plane,” said Noah Tepperberg, an owner of Lavo in Midtown, which started its brunch party a year ago. “If you want to leave your house on the weekend, brunch fills that void.” On a recent Saturday, Mr. Tepperberg stood in Lavo’s basement kitchen, surrounded by meat slicers and employees readying confectionary “poison apples” for a Halloween party for a pre-split Kim Kardashian. Upstairs, patrons in costumes danced atop tables and chairs, bobbing to the carnival syncopation of Jay-Z and Kanye West’s “Paris.” Confetti and blasts of fog filled the air. Continue reading the main story Related Coverage slideshow The Brunch Party Takes Over Clubs NOV. 16, 2011 Advertisement Continue reading the main story It was 3 p.m. “People walk in and say, ‘I can’t believe this is going on right now,’ ” Mr. Tepperberg said. The brunch bacchanalia shows no sign of running dry. The Mondrian SoHo is starting Scene Sundays this month at its Imperial No. Nine restaurant. In Las Vegas, the original Lavo started a Champagne brunch a few weeks ago. Similar affairs have bubbled up in Boston, Los Angeles and Washington. For those looking to replicate the formula, here’s a guide to some of New York’s frothiest. Day and Night Ajna Bar (25 Little West 12th Street, dayandnightnyc.com); Saturday, noon to 6 p.m. This extravagant French-themed party landed in October at Ajna Bar in the meatpacking district, after dousing the Hamptons, Art Basel in Miami and the Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel with rosé. Beneath an industrial skylight and fluttering flags from the United Kingdom, France and Israel, well-heeled patrons pumped their fists and posed for purse-lipped Facebook photos, racking up huge tabs every Saturday. “I understand there’s a lot of people out there going through hard times,” said Daniel Koch, the promoter who helped start the Day and Night parties at Merkato 55. “But what you want to do with your money is your business.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES “If you’ve been sprayed with Champagne, make some noise!” a hype man will shout between piercing dance tracks from Robyn, Calvin Harris and Oasis. Dancers in orange bathing suits will emerge; pipes will blast jets of fog. In a dangerously drunken take on a bar mitzvah ritual, a man spooning dessert out of a giant bowl will be seated on a chair and lifted high into the air by his cronies. BRUNCH SET Club-savvy guests seem piped in from Miami, Monaco and Merrill Lynch. “I’m from the South, so drinking during the day is not new to me,” said a woman who wore a Diane Von Furstenberg dress but not the necessary wristband to enter the V.I.P. area. Outside, near a black Aston Martin coupe, a young man wearing paint on his face and sunglasses delved into socioeconomics. “We’re the 1 percent,” he said to a woman, matter of factly. THE BUFFET The Nutella-stuffed croissants ($12) cater to Europeans, while a gimmicky $2,500 ostrich egg omelet (with foie gras, lobster, truffle, caviar and a magnum of Dom Perignon) is for aspiring Marie Antoinettes. Champagne bottles start at $500; packages with several bottles of liquor and mixers for mojitos or bellinis are $1,000. The check can be sobering. “You didn’t look at the price of the Dom bottle!” a man barked into his iPhone, to a friend who apparently ditched before paying. “It’s $700!” STILL-HOT ACCESSORY Slatted “shutter shades” live on at Day and Night. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Lavo Champagne Brunch Lavo (39 East 58th Street, lavony.com); Saturday, 2 to 6:30 p.m. Smog guns. Confetti cannons. Piñatas. Masked masseuses. Dancers in Daisy Duke shorts (some on stilts, obviously). Since last November, this Italian restaurant has roiled with the energy and pageantry of Mardi Gras. At the recent Halloween party, Slick Rick, an old-school rapper with an eye patch and glinting ropes of jewelry, lethargically performed several ’80s hits. Some of the younger “Black Swans” in attendance were unsure of his identity. “Is he big in London?” asked an Australian woman wearing a top hat. SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES Caffeinated anthems like Pitbull’s “Hey Baby” and Roscoe Dash’s “All the Way Turnt Up” are accentuated by processions of bouncers carrying women above them in tubs, like Cleopatra on a palanquin. Polenta pancakes taking up precious square footage? Just kick them aside with your stilettos. Newsletter Sign Up Continue reading the main story Open Thread Newsletter A look from across the New York Times at the forces that shape the dress codes we share, with Vanessa Friedman as your personal shopper. You agree to receive occasional updates and special offers for The New York Times's products and services. See Sample Privacy Policy Opt out or contact us anytime BRUNCH SET Share Champagne spritzers with willowy model types and inheritors of wealth. The scrum on an October afternoon included the son of a Mongolian dignitary, six scions of Mexican plutocracy wearing novelty somberos, and at least one supermodel. “She’s everywhere,” said Mr. Tepperberg, as the nymph, whose name he couldn’t remember, disappeared into the jungle of merriment. THE BUFFET With the emphasis on tabletop dancing, Italian trattoria offerings (margherita pizzas for $21, and lemon ricotta waffles for $19) are often abandoned underfoot and sprinkled with confetti. Proving alcohol reigns supreme here, ice buckets are carefully shielded with napkins. Bottle service rules: Moët Brut is $195 and liquor starts at $295. Balthazar and Nebuchadnezzar sizes surge toward the $10,000 mark. RISKY ROSé Alcohol and high-altitude dancing can be perilous: there was a brief hullabaloo in one corner when several women took a tumble. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Eat Yo Brunch Yotel (570 10th Avenue, yotel.com); Sunday, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. If spending thousands of dollars makes your stomach turn, this newish party at Yotel is more easily digested. This affably cartoonish affair, held at the space-age hotel in Hell’s Kitchen with the design aesthetics of a Pokémon, draws a gay-friendly crowd lured northward by Patrick Duffy, a promoter. “There’s a lot of pressure in night life,” Mr. Duffy said. “But I feel like Sunday is a comedown. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES These connoisseurs of brunch wear designer shoes too stylish for tromping atop omelets. With a D.J. spinning dance tracks from LeLe and Earth, Wind & Fire, guests sip bellinis at the bar or banter at long communal tables. The performers are looser. One afternoon, Roxy Cottontail, a pink-haired promoter, vamped around the sunken dining area with a microphone. “Don’t make kitty pounce,” she rapped, before climbing atop a table. BRUNCH SET Clusters of trim men wear leather motorcycle jackets or shroud themselves in patterned scarves. “It’s an eclectic, downtown vibe,” Ms. Cottontail said. “We have the most fabulous gays in New York City.” When a platinum-blond waiter in skintight jeans pranced in front of a wall decorated with pictures of sumo wrestlers riding Japanese carp, it seemed straight from an anime cell. THE BUFFET For an egalitarian $35, patrons receive unlimited grub — options include chilaquiles, halibut sliders and seaweed salad — and a two-hour window of boozing. “It’s not bougie,” said Mr. Duffy, who bounded across the room hugging guests and hand-delivering shots. “You could be a poor, starving artist or someone that doesn’t take a client for under $20 million.” COLOR CODE Wear purple if you hope to be camouflaged by the staff outfits, chairs and ceilings. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? No. Sunset Saturdays PH-D Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown (355 West 16th Street, dreamdowntown.com); Saturday, 5:30 to 10 p.m. Despite a happy hour time slot, this sunset party atop the Dream Downtown hotel is not for pre-gaming. After funneling in brunch crowds from elsewhere, 8 p.m. has the frenzied atmosphere and intoxication of 2 a.m. The offbeat timing may deter conventional weekend warriors. “No matter how cool the place, some people feel Friday and Saturday nights are for amateurs,” said Matt Strauss, a manager of PH-D. “We’re not for amateurs.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES The D.J. rapid-fires through tracks from C+C Music Factory, LMFAO and Rick Ross, but booze-lubricated guests scramble on couches with little hesitation. Those grappling with bursts of existential angst after six hours of brunch can gaze pensively at the spectacular views of Midtown Manhattan. BRUNCH SET Attractive women and affluent men knot around tables; hotel guests gawk from the bar. On a recent Saturday, Mark Wahlberg danced with a few friends, and David Lee, a former New York Knick, enjoyed downtime provided by the N.B.A. lockout. “We saw an angle,” said Matt Assante, a promoter. “People spend more money than at nighttime.” THE BUFFET Brunch is thankfully over, but crispy calamari ($17) and guacamole ($12) could constitute a light dinner. A bottle of Veuve Clicquot is $475. Cîroc vodka is $450. Cocktails like the Cloud Nine (Beefeater gin, Campari, grapefruit) are $18; a Bud Light is $10. WINDING DOWN After the rigors of daylong gorging, relax with the help of an on-site masseuse. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Obviously.

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