Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Web Log for 3.10.26

Animals

Cows are native to most of North America--the bigger, wilder species called bison or buffalo, which can crossbreed with domestic cows, were being herded by indigenous people before Englishmen ever reached our shores. Cows are in no way unnatural or harmful to our environment; they're part of the natural ecosystem. "Industrializing" the business of cattle farming has done damage to cows and humans, but the real opposition to cattle is coming from people who don't think most humans (i.e. other than themselves and their friends) should be able to own land, or bond with animals, or make decisions...


Writers 

No comment:


But at least there should be credits. This was shared by Messy Mimi. Google traces it to a Redditor called Buffalovely716 but does not claim, or offer evidence, that it originated with that person.

Book Review: Three Men in a Boat

Title: Three Men in a Boat

Author: Jerome K. Jerome

Date: 1889, 1957

Publisher: Penguin (1957)

ISBN: none

Length: 185 pages

Quote: “George and Harris and Montmorency are not poetic ideals, but things of flesh and blood—especially George, who weighs about twelve stone. Other works may excel this in depth of thought...but, for hopeless and incurable veracity, nothing yet discovered can surpass it.”

Was that one of the jokes? Who can say? This is a plausible story of three Victorian English gentlemen, and a dog, on vacation in a rowboat.

Jerome K. Jerome was another of those English humorists whose jokes are accessible to American readers. By current standards his jokes may be on the long and indirect side. He spends a page or two describing a scene in the favorite clichés of Romanticist novels and essays, the river singing the little song it’s sung so many thousand years and our thoughts half sad, half sweet, and so on, and then throws in a chunk of “incurable veracity”: “Harris said: ‘How about when it rained?’”

If you want to laugh out loud, Jerome will help. If you don’t...this may not be an ideal book for reading in school.

Many funny things were written in the nineteenth century, although too many comic writers felt a need to make it clear that they were joking by writing in tedious “dialect,” which could not ever have been much fun to read. Why has Three Men in a Rowboat worn so much better than Artemus Ward (I made a samizdat copy of his collected works, with standard spelling, and it’s still pretty funny) or Orpheus C. Kerr (a satire, superficially in favor of expanding government, in the voice of a fictive office seeker) or the other books and writers sampled in Mark Twain’s Library of Humor? Possibly because Jerome’s thought was ahead of his time. Several passages, though written in Victorian English words, sound like something you might read or watch on television today.

“The first list we made out had to be discarded...the upper reaches of the Thames would not allow of the navigation of a boat sufficiently large to take the things...George said... ‘We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things we can’t do without.’...with reference to our trip up the river of life generally. How many people, on that voyage, load up that boat...with a store of foolish things which they think essential...but which are really only useless lumber. How they pile the poor little craft mast-high with...expensive entertainments that nobody enjoys, with formalities and fashions, with pretence and ostentation...It is lumber, man—all lumber! Throw it overboard.”

“I...told them that they had better leave the whole matter entirely to me. They fell into the suggestion with a readiness that had something uncanny about it; George put on  a pipe...and Harris...lit a cigar. This was hardly what I intended. What I had meant, of course, was that I should boss the job, and that Harris and George should potter about under my directions.”

“That china dog that ornaments the bedroom of my furnished lodgings...I do not admire it myself...even my landlady herself...excuses its presence by the circumstance that her aunt gave it to her. But in 200 years’ time it is more than probable that that dog will be dug up...with its tail broken...and put in a glass cabinet. And people will pass it round and admire it...and speculate as to how beautiful the bit of the tail that is lost no doubt was.”

And so on. And the message of the story...readers probably wouldn’t have said it has one, if Jerome hadn’t said in his introduction that it has...the message of Three Men in a Boat was a sort of introduction to a large part of the advertising we see now.

The three men and dog spend ten fine long summer days on the Thames and are then glad to go back to their jobs, just like yuppies today. The concept of a summer vacation was new in the nineteenth century. Schools closed in summer, and all right-minded students undoubtedly looked forward to the long summer break between terms, but parents and teachers had agreed to schedule this break so that students could help harvest crops. Traditionally everyone old enough to work had been expected to work at least ten hours a day, six days a week, and give thanks that in Europe and North America employers were expected to concede either Sundays or Saturdays as days of rest. (In Muslim countries only Friday morning was so reserved; after services at the mosque, people had to go back to work.) 

The Industrial Age offered the ideal of equalizing at least the proportions of labor and leisure time among rich and poor people. Jerome’s generation fretted about the impending “problem of leisure”: if the working class had to work only eight hours a day, apparently they would need to be “educated” to use all that free time on something other than getting drunk, oversleeping, and having too many children. The idea of vacation travel was developed to address the urban middle class’s growing awareness that living in crowded cities was bad for their health. Hence the opening scene, in Three Men in a Boat, where the three men (who identify as “young” and are obviously healthy) complain of feeling “bad,” “run down,” and having all the symptoms mentioned in an ad for over-the-counter medicine. People who had been taught that “Wilful Waste Makes Woeful Want” weren’t likely to get into “vacationing” until they’d been convinced that they needed a change of pace, for their health.

The message? “Be a good writer, and eventually someone will pay you to take a vacation trip and write about it.”

Books About Knitting

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt was "Books About My Favo(u)rite Topic."

No, that would not be butterflies, or even cats, and it certainly wouldn't be glyphosate. Going by my actual purchase records, my clear favorite topic is knitting.

And here are ten favorite books, long enjoyed, from the 300 or so on the pattern hoard wall in my Home Office:

Madeline Weston, Classic British Knits


Eighties interpretations of lightweight textured ganseys, colorful (often all-natural-colors) fairisles, chunky cabled Arans, and lacy knitted shawls. They really deserve to be knitted in English and Irish wools, though I've made most of them in cotton or even acrylic yarn. When people say they want a sweater they can wear indoors, this is a book I show them. In the nineteenth century, when these knitting traditions began, people prized "fine" yarns and would rather layer on two or three lightweight sweaters than wear a "coarse" chunky one, so the most traditional, true-to-the-museum-piece English sweaters are knitted with wool no thicker than crochet cotton. Most knitters today think such lightweight, slow-growing knits might as well be done on machines. It's still possible to buy the "fine" English wool yarn, though, even in the US, if you want to pay for it.

Annette Mitchell, The Country Diary Book of Knitting


In the 1980s, when publishers expanded their vision of knitting pattern books from plain little how-to-knit manuals (which were often easy to carry around, cheap, and useful) into big glossy coffee-table patterns for Eighties Sweaters as Art and Fashion, this was my first "favorite." It's still a favorite. The retro-Edwardian clothes were over-the-top, and still are. The sweaters are relatively simple styles, good choices for the second or third sweater someone knits, and still wearable today. This book is the source of the cotton sweater I model when marketing my knits, and of the "cluster lace" pattern shown above. (Cluster patterns were very popular in actual Edwardian knitting books but they weren't used to make entire sweaters--that's an Eighties Thing. They were usually used to make borders, sometimes lace edgings sewn onto bed linens of woven fabric.) Ahead of its time, this book also contained patterns for easy-to-make accessories. I've made all of the hats and about half of the sweaters, over the years; most recently I consulted the book for stitch patterns to use in the dish rags that still sell fairly fast in summer. 

Sue Bradley, Around the World in 80 Sweaters

Ironically, while Annette Mitchell's Country Diary Book of Knitting doesn't give a count but does contain more than 80 patterns, this book as published doesn't come near that number. The publisher undoubtedly trimmed back the page count. The book is still a gorgeous coffee-table confection with lots of the museum pieces that inspired these elaborate, very Eighties designs, lots of additional museum pieces for would-be designers, and at least three suggested variations on each of the sweaters that were actually featured in the book. Knit the elaborate versions featured in the full-page, full-color photos if you want to make something that screams "Eighties" (and has high potential for becoming an Ugly Sweater after a few years' wear and tear), or knit the simpler variations if you want something easier to wear and likely to last longer. I've made and worn several designs from this book and its companion...

Sue Bradley, Stitches in Time


Again, about twenty patterns with at least three variations each, suggested by museum pieces. My bead-free version of the "Byzantine" sweater, for which the pattern recommends beads, is shown above. 

Christian de Falbe, Designs in Hand Knitting

Challenging sweater patterns that showed off the knitter's skills were another Eighties Thing, and this book is full of them. This designer published enough designs to put out magazines twice a year, in the 1970s and 1980s, and the hardcover book contains the ones people liked best. When I've knitted them, they've sold. Marketing his designs to experienced knitters allowed de Falbe to design sweaters that were a little more fitted to the female body than was typical in the 1980s, when, no matter how flowery and "feminine" the knitted-in pictures might be, or how fluffy the fabric, most sweater shapes were unisex. He was also marketing his yarn, which was thinner than most hand knitting yarn sold in the US, and made lighter, more wearable sweaters.

American School of Needlework, The Great Knitting Book 


My late Eighties fluorescent-colors version of the early Eighties preppy blue and green sweater (and cap) on the front cover. This book contains patterns for almost everything that can be knitted, including stuffed toys, doilies, edgings to put on towels or pillow cases, blankets, hats, socks, and of course several relatively simple sweaters. You can make the sweaters look totally Awesome Eighties by using, e.g., fluorescent yarn, but they're relatively traditional, timeless patterns.

Kaffe Fassett, Glorious Knits 


Fassett did a lot to market handknitting and handknitted sweaters, as Art and Fashion, in the Eighties with his trademark rule, "When in doubt, add twenty more colors." Shown is a variation on the snug-fitted, very girly-girly floral jacket near the end of the book; someone wanted to see that pattern on an oversized floppy "comfort" sweater for a large person, so here it is. Some of the other designs in the book are even harder to overlook, and some are relatively subdued mixes of neutral colors for men.

Linda Ligon, Homespun Handknit

As the editor of Threads magazine Ligon ran a contest for original designs for hats, mittens, socks, and matching sets of the above. The winning designs were printed as a book. This is the book. Knitters can make most of these projects from scraps left over from sweaters and blankets, and they always have a timeless, cute, handmade look. 

Monica Lewandowski, Folk Mittens

Most of the traditional knitting patterns that were used to design Eighties Sweaters came from old socks, caps, and mittens found in museums. In this book all the best known knitting patterns from museum pieces are reapplied to mitten designs made with yarn that was available around 2000. 

Debbie Anderson and (later US Senator) Chellie Pingree, Sweaters from the Maine Islands


This book caught people's eye, in the late Eighties, because the cover featured not only a knitted-in hen image on a sweater but a model actually holding up a pet hen. I've knitted most of these sweaters; sold several of them. They're fun to knit but, be warned, they were designed by and for young women with thin upper arms. When knitted as designed they'll make some clients complain that they're tight around the arms and hard to wear. So, you can simplify the sleeves, as I did in the cardigan above, for a very Eighties effect, or you can add gussets to the patterns. 


Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Web Log for 3.9.26

Animals, of Personal Acquaintance 

A few years ago I mentioned on this web site having found a big Leopard Moth caterpillar clinging to my clothes, looked it up, confirmed that the younger one I'd found would grow into the older, bigger one I also knew and that it was harmless, and left it nibbling on a plantain leaf beside the front steps. 

Since then I've continued to see Leopard Moth caterpillars beside the front steps. They're not that common. They tend to wander about, munching on a different plant every day, and they've always been attracted to the not-a-lawn, but it seemed as if a local family had learned that they'd found a safe place. I don't know that they are capable of learning anything. Caterpillars and even adult moths have very little in the way of brains, and their behavior usually shows this. But these little animals kept finding their way to the front steps.

When their remote ancestors used to find their way to the front yard, so many Leopard Moth generations ago, I used to be scared of them, assuming that any caterpillar that big with that much stiff, bristly hair would have to pack a lot of venom. Actually they contain no venom at all. Touching caterpillars is not good for the caterpillars and should always be avoided, since the ones you want to kill are the ones you don't want to touch, but for the human who touches a baby Leopard Moth, they feel just like the round brushes they look like. Prickly but harmless. 

Anyway, last winter the Leopard Moth larva who was hibernating off and on beside the front steps, burrowing into the ground when it felt cold and coming out to eat when it felt warm, was a casualty of the Big Freeze. I don't think it had even achieved its final molt. It was hardly more than two inches long.

I found myself missing the hapless moth-child.

Books 

I've linked to other reviews of the Little House books here, so...


Fwiw, I was a farm girl and I enjoyed Almanzo's interest in crops and livestock. Though I'm pretty sure he didn't eat as much as his memories of home cooking must have suggested to his wife. And I could do without the pigs.

Chocolate 

Found this on an old link I was clearing out of "history"...


I wonder what this has to do with my sudden intolerance of the chocolate in some gluten-free baking mixes, whose ingredients are otherwise the same as the ingredients in tolerable non-chocolate-flavored baking mixes--although M&Ms have been on the safe list of foods I can eat for a long time. The chocolate in King Arthur's and Betty Crocker's brownies does not induce a glyphosate reaction; it just doesn't seem to want to stay down. 

I wonder how many other people are noticing bizarre new reactions to chocolate...but only some chocolate.

I wonder what we'd learn by proper labelling of chocolate to identify which chocolate products are coming from "vaccinated" trees.

I wonder if these helpless trees are being used as test subjects for mRNA "vaccines" (if it's mRNA, is it still a vaccine?).

I wonder if virus-infected trees, or vaccinated trees, or both, are the ones suddenly making people sick.
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Ethical Purity, Importance of 

The wrong means to the right end...


Garden Reminder 

Dandelions are food for bees. 

And for the Little Yellow Bear caterpillar, and most of the other Bear Caterpillars that turn into Tiger Moths, or Giant Leopard Moths--they like variety, they typically nibble on one plant one day and another plant the next day. 

And for Iryna's Azure butterfly, the warm-weather-long Azure with white undersides on "her" wings. (It sometimes flies around the Cat Sanctuary.) Protect your dandelions in memory of the little Ukrainian girl who was murdered in Charlotte...

And, of course, unsprayed dandelions are excellent good for people. Specifically they're said to be good for the kidneys. In moderation, of course. If you pay attention your body will tell you how many you should eat; probably a smaller volume than you would eat of lettuce or spinach. When they stop tasting fresh and interesting and start tasting bitter to you, even though you're an adult and are accustomed to the basic dandelion flavor, you've eaten enough. 

Dandelion stems are also good to apply to warts. If you lack or lose resistance to the virus that causes warts, they will come back, but if you apply enough dandelion sap almost all warts will wither up and fall off.

So let's make this meme viral: 


A lawn without dandelions is suspicious. This is the year when nobody likes a "pesticide" sprayer. If your friends' lawns lack dandelions, try to help them fix this.

Islam 

Worth reading. If the United States stays predominantly Christian, we have nothing to fear from Islam. If we go Socialist, letting the state compete with or usurp the functions of the church, those "God-shaped vacuums" in the human soul will suck Islam in, and since Socialism never works for very long at all but Islam works--badly--for centuries, we will soon be a Muslim country.

("So, by 'Christian' the writer means capitalist?" I do not. I do mean individualist--believing in the primacy of, and respecting the liberty of, the individual. Individuals can choose communist, or say "communalist," styles of life and work for themselves, so long as they don't try to enforce such styles on others through any system of tyrannical government.)


Land Use 


Shared by Joe Jackson (surely you guessed). Google doesn't find any other source for the photo; it's probably his own. Goes double for Virginia. 

Logic, Leftists' Lack Of 


Shared in that format by Joe Jackson.

Of course, right-wingers aren't necessarily doing all that much better. JJ also posted this meme:


#1: He's not a real Republican, and #2: It's temporary.

One of JJ's readers mentioned a stamp for use on $1 bills that gives George Washington a speech balloon saying "I grew hemp." I thought it worth mentioning here...George Washington did indeed raise hemp, or have his staff raise it, at Mount Vernon. But they used it, as people back in England did, to make rope, and cheap heavy (itchy) fabric for the servants' clothes. They had not yet noticed any reason to smoke it.

About hemp clothing a British legend records that a brownie, you know, one of the sort-of supernatural beings that looked and acted remarkably like men who were in hiding, did so much good work for the humans who fed him at night that at length they decided he might want a new suit of clothes like their regular servants were getting at Christmas. Like many brownies he was oddly shaped, but they told the seamstress that he was about the size of their twelve-year-old son and she should do the best she could. So she did; made him a nice little hempen suit. The family laid it out for him on Christmas Eve. The brownie came in, and the humans sitting upstairs, listening, heard him yell, "What have we here? Hempen-hampen! Here will I never more tread nor stamp in!" And they never sawhim, or any of his helpful work, again.

But for real stupidity, consider: 


It'll be "What are you going to believe--your teacher or your lying eyes?" Teachers' credibility was none too high, among students, without that

Parents who don't like their children's teachers can always suggest that their children enlighten their teachers. "MY Daddy says there WAS no 'insurrection' during the Censorship Riot! What happened was that Trump saw that some troublemakers were trying to turn the rally into a riot and told people to go home from the rally, but because of CENSORSHIP nobody got the message!"

Meh. When I was in grade one I said "ag'in," the way most people in my home town did. Mrs. Fatso said that the word was "a-gann." I went home and mentioned this to my parents. "That woman's trying to teach you to talk like her?" Mother bristled, and Dad said the word was "a-gayne." (Senator John Warner was the only person I heard who said "a-gayne" all the time.) Mrs. Fatso had to admit that we were in Virginia and in formal speech the upper-crust way to pronounce "again" in Virginia is "a-gayne." And that young Georgia Crackers were in no position to teach us how to speak (one never says things like that out loud, at the time--one looks them). And I was Mrs. Fatso's least favorite child all year long. 

Even a person who's still confusing the Loony Limousine Lefties with the real Democratic Party, who obviously is not very observant, ought to be able to perceive that it's just plain wrong to order teachers to teach things that (a) set them against the students' parents and (b) are easily disproved. What did those poor longsuffering teachers ever do to these Ds? 

Book Review: Fitness from Six to Twelve

Title: Fitness from Six to Twelve

Author: Bonnie Prudden

Date: 1972

Publisher: Harper & Row / Dial

ISBN: 0-385-27895-9

Length: 312 pages plus indices

Illustrations: black-and-white photos

Quote: “It isn’t only the lessons of life that come out on walks. There is a world to be discovered.”

For those who don’t remember, Bonnie Prudden was the physical fitness activist of the Kennedy Administration. Most people have heard by now that “young,” energetic President Kennedy, much like his coeval Robert Dole, had been badly injured: both veterans would have been completely disabled for life without physical therapy programs based on exercise, massage, and also Dr. Janet Travell’s innovative program of “trigger-point therapy,” which initially involved giving innocuous fluid injections into the “trigger point” of a cramped muscle.

Brief digression: Although I came along too late to meet Bonnie Prudden personally, I can fairly be called a “grand-student” of hers. Travell and Prudden experimented further and found that the injections weren’t necessary—simple pressure against the “trigger point” would relieve the pain. The results are discussed in Prudden’s later books, Pain Erasure (for families) and Myotherapy (for massage and rehabilitative therapists). I remember learning about these techniques from a small group of factory laborers who claimed that they were the only thing that relieved the tension built up by twelve hours of heavy labor. When I found Myotherapy in a library I realized that there was some theory behind the laborers’ odd demand for a massage treatment that I didn’t imagine could be helpful. I learned that trigger-point massage really does work what more primitive people have long considered miracles—we really can restore sight to some blind people and hearing to some deaf people, although it won’t happen during every practitioner’s career. I was able to help enough people to save up enough money to study with Judith Walker Delaney, who was Prudden’s designated heir and now teaches cutting-edge trigger-point techniques known as Neuro-Muscular Therapy (NMT). I have seen hearing restored, seen marriages revived, seen people go in to a therapy session “walking like old ladies” and go out walking like teenagers...but even Bonnie Prudden never personally restored sight to a blind person. Blindness can be caused by muscle cramps too, but this is rare.

Anyway, the concept of regular physical fitness tests in elementary school, and the “President’s Medal” for kids who did well on fitness tests, originated in the synergy among JFK, Prudden, and Travell. Prudden, already a grandmother, demonstrated to the country how bouncy and stretchy senior citizens could be, while she put groups of children through their paces; she taught primary school children the rudiments of trigger-point massage, and didn’t even mind writing what quickly became a rare book called Exersex. She wrote a variety of books promoting the idea that actual fitness, as measured by strength and flexibility, rather than success at games was vital to children’s future health. She advocated swimming lessons for infants and gymnastics for schoolchildren.

It should be noted that most exercise gurus no longer use some of the tests and exercises Prudden used. If the instructions in her books are followed carefully, exercises like standing knee bends and straight-legged sit-ups are safe, but too many people were doing them too fast and without adequate preparation.

This is the book specifically about exercise and stretching for elementary school students. Prudden considered this is a key age for fitness, when most kids are starting to calm down enough that they can become sedentary, sluggish, and not fit enough to become healthy teenagers. She shares the benefits of years of experience organizing fitness classes for kids, whether they were “little girls’ dance classes” or “conditioning classes” for mixed groups of future athletes. Her “conditioning classes” were to some extent customized around the trendiest physical activities of the period—horseback riding, tennis, swimming, ballet, skiing, skating, gymnastics—but she also give tips for students who might be more interested in baseball, basketball, etc. There’s also a chapter on the benefits of “conditioning” for children in this age group who have major disabilities (she recommends going back to her books on exercises for younger children, since disabilities may place children in the developmental equivalent of a younger age group).

A funny thing happened when I wrote about the benefits of exercise on AC, especially for middle-aged women. My audience betrayed a degree of gender polarity. The loyal female readers who read reviews of books like Shaunti Feldhahn’s For Women Only rated my summary of one chapter as “The family that works out together, stays together” not helpful. The male readers who skipped the book reviews and read the firsthand sport-and-exercise articles rated those articles helpful. So I may be addressing the least receptive part of the audience here, but I’m going to say it anyway, just to “spite the devil.” Most middle-aged women are not going to look like our First Lady in any case. We have to work with what DNA gave us, and some of us just aren’t ectomorphs. If your ancestors handed down genes for a top-heavy or bottom-heavy shape, a wide frame, and/or round face, the range of celebrity looks available to you may be narrow. Exercise is the key to looking more like Dolly Parton or Jennifer Lopez than like Lizzo or Roseanne. Then as a bonus, if you stick with the exercise for another twenty years, exercise is also the key to being a trim, alert, energetic grandma like Bonnie Prudden! So you might as well get the children into the swing of things, and this is the book that makes it easy, fun, sociable, glamorous, and musical.

Fitness from Six to Twelve is warmly recommended to all parents and all children.

Bitter Clingers to Glyphosate

(This week's Petfinder Post will appear on Thursday.)

I've been mulling this since the news of Trump's loathsome executive order slowing the natural disappearance of glyphosate, which is no longer even considered effective as an "herbicide," due to the inevitable Vicious Pesticide Cycle, and is now known to feed harmful fungi and disease bacteria even though it has an "antibiotic" effect on several neutral or benign bacteria, from the Earth...

I think Glyphosate Awareness has entered a new era.

We've seen that every responsible researcher has come to accept that, if not a primary carcinogen, glyphosate certainly and obviously is a powerful pro-cancer factor.

We've seen that glyphosate predictably harms people each of us knows personally--people who are not motivated by money or politics or conformism or even that syndrome where a certain percentage of medical students tell the school clinicians they think they've got every condition their classes have studied. Glyphosate does not have a distinctive taste or scent of its own, so people usually don't know when they've been exposed until their reactions set in. People don't always even recognize when they are having reactions that are obvious to observers; their obvious reactions feature mental symptoms and they think their anxiety, depression, anger, or stupidity are perfectly reasonable, until the reaction passes. Although not everyone has an obvious physical reaction to glyphosate, by now the statistical odds of anyone not knowing a person who has such a reaction are minute. Most of us have a close relative who has been systematically tortured by these reactions since 2009. Many of us have a close relative who has been killed by them. 

We've seen that, while politicians clearly motivated by money are trying to dig up old whines about the poor pitiful farmers who can't raise crops without glyphosate, the fact is that "organic" farmers--even though their crop yields per acre are lower in weight--are producing crops that don't make people sick, are earning some small amount of profit more years than not, are keeping their land, and are, if anything, healthier and likely to live longer than city dwellers, while chemical farm workers' life expectancy is...I said "little more than half" of organic farmers', recently, on X. It was revealing. The actual figures are, with some variation among sources, 48 or 49 years for immigrant laborers who are more often used to handle pesticides because that group includes less educated and more desperate people, 50 to 58 for native-born chemical farm workers, and 75 to 85 for organic farmers. You can reasonably say that 58 is a lot more than half of 75 but the self-styled "farmers" didn't make that sort of reasonable quibble. They tweeted as if they thought that confusing activists with words, confusing the average age of present-time workers with their average life expectancy, and throwing in the odd verbal attack, would keep them happily profiteering on alleged "food" that makes people sick for another twenty years.

They are not debating ideas in order to learn facts and make informed decisions. They are intentionally harassing people who present facts.

It's time to stop talking to these people. 

Really stop talking to them.

What I'm actually calling for, let me make this absolutely clear, is nonviolent, Amish-style shunning.

When an Amish person sins against any of the church's multitude of rules--from murder to wilful persistence in wearing or using something that doesn't fit into the group's uniform--other Amish people stop talking to that person. 

Person's spouse may move back in with per parents.

Person is not served or waited on if person enters an Amish-owned business.

Person's business no longer exists, as far as the Amish community are concerned. Non-Amish people who persist in trading with the person being shunned, if any, may be warned that the business is not really Amish.

Usually an Amish person who gets this treatment is on per knees, weeping in penitence, in a few weeks. Their subculture has such a strong social bond that they don't hold out the way a few non-Amish people who have been shunned by their former social circle have done. Most non-Amish Americans who've been shunned on account of their opinions have, in fact, been able simply to move to the other side of the social aisle: before their relatives officially disowned them most Jews who've become Christians, Christians who've become Buddhists, Democrats who've become Republicans or vice versa, hawks who've become doves or vice versa, public school employees who've become advocates of school choice, psychiatrists who've recognized the dangers of Prozac Dementia, etc., have built up social networks on the other side and prepared themselves for the loss of some old relationships, even if the loss still hurts.

But what if all these people have in common is that they're clinging to profits...and the people who shun them are able to take those profits away? 

Gentle Readers, they are going to be sooo miserable. And they deserve it. And if anything can do them any good, our laughter at their tears is likely to be it. 

Enough farmers had naturally stopped using glyphosate, seeing that it made customers complain (and avoid their products) while it wasn't actually having much effect on the nastiest weeds, even by 2022 that even those of us whose bodies detect and react to glyphosate on the parts-per-billion level have been able to eat an almost balanced diet. All the rest of you have to do is shop and eat in solidarity with people like me to bring the Bitter Clingers to Glyphosate to their knees.

Will you miss a lot of foods you've always loved? I still do. I have found Mott's applesauce to be a safe food, although processing destroys the Vitamin C and I've not found a safe brand of fresh apples. (If you do eat apples, even if you live in Michigan and you traditionally bite into those peels, it's a good idea to peel apples thickly; the inner part of the fruit may be less damaged by glyphosate vapor drift.) I've found it safe to eat peeled oranges--but I like orange peel. I've not dared to eat any commercially grown green leafy vegetables. You have to raise your salads in your kitchen or back yard, and if you don't get a lot of sunshine your selection of salad greens may no longer include lettuce. I've not chosen to risk eating any kind of berries yet, either, because berries, cherries, and other fruits that don't have thick rinds just soak up glyphosate vapor drift like little sponges. So do carrots. So does celery. 

But I have been able to eat some oranges, pineapple, bananas, melon, even commercially grown peaches; some beans, tomatoes, corn, potatoes, peas, cucumbers, squashes, and lentils, in addition to onions, garlic, rice, and nuts. So should you be. Vitamin supplements aren't as good as food but should prevent deficiency diseases long enough to leave supermarkets and their suppliers sitting on a lot of alleged food nobody's buying. 

Let them cry. Let their families break up as they lose what they've made of their family farms. 

Don't wait on them in stores or restaurants. 

Block them on social media, in order to activate shadowbanning algorithms. If you happen to see a point that needs to be addressed in something they've said, address the point after blocking the Bitter Clinger. 

Walk out of religious services if they walk in. Without making your usual donation

Withhold membership dues from social clubs if the clubs don't drop Bitter Clingers from their membership.

Don't see Bitter Clingers as patients.

Don't trade with businesses that continue to employ them in any capacity.

Don't talk to the Bitter Clingers. That's all. Until they confess that they're not fit to own land and use their savings to compensate people who are willing to accept the financial loss involved in reclaiming the land they've poisoned. Repentance for actual physical deeds is not an emotional matter. Ignore the emotions until they've shown sincere repentance with more actual physical deeds.

All these people, or things that nature intended to have been people, care about is money so the effects of seeing their streams of income dry up should be valuable to other Bitter Clingers as examples. It's not absolutely necessary to laugh out loud in public when a Bitter Clinger commits suicide, as some of them will do, but it may be good for the other Bitter Clingers if we do.

I'm posting this after having had a sort of vision of an alternative future in which Bitter Clingers were allowed to roll on, in the way Trump and Kennedy seem to imagine they can be, and groups of their neighbors, armed with everything from machine guns to pitchforks, beat on their doors. In the group I was watching a Bitter Clinger came out to the door and tried to duck back inside. People beat on the door until the frame began to crack. The Bitter Clinger came out onto his porch. The crowd shouted, "Bring out your daughter," and a man stepped forward carrying a sack, unzipped the sack, and threw the dead body of a child right into the Bitter Clinger's face. The Bitter Clinger gasped, "No, not my daughter! Take me!" Then his wife was on the porch and the crowd shouted, "Take him back!" and threw a bleeding, broken body into her face. 

Justice denied tends to lead to violence and to further injustice.

Justice can be served, I believe, if enough people decide simply to stop speaking to the Bitter Clingers. Including "speech" on social media, or in the form of trade. 

Make the farmers themselves demand a ban on all open-air spraying of any chemical with a formula other than H2O, so that nobody will feel as much hated as they feel this summer.

Hurt their feelings so that nobody has to do more permanent damage to them.

Monday, March 9, 2026

Web Log for 3.8.26

I walked a little too far, a little too fast, on Friday and have been feeling unreasonably tired again all weekend, but I'm starting to feel less tired than before, so no worries. 

Animals 

This web site has just adopted a virtual guard burro. 


(Photo from Google.)

I don't know its gender but its name is Lily White, because...


Though I personally don't own one, I can now speak for the web site, according to the Rule of Perfect Auntliness, and advise the bitter clingers to glyphosate to kiss my Lily White Ass. 

Burros are not perfect guard animals. They are pretty good at defending themselves from coyotes if they can see them coming. Living among wild canines has caused them to evolve a general feeling that nature intended all canines to be doormats, so if they can get at a coyote or even a pet dog they will stomp it into the appropriate shape and level of passivity. Burros like to run with a herd but can become frustrated if the other animals in the field don't include any other donkeys; they have been known to lose patience with sheep and start trampling them into doormats. They usually like horses, cows, goats, and alpacas as company, but they need a different diet from any of those. And, because burros are right about coyotes being enemies, sometimes a pack of coyotes or feral dogs kills a donkey--usually at the cost of one or two of the pack. Nevertheless, burros are reasonably good and cheap guard animals.

Considering everything, this web site has decided to keep Lily White well separated from the Petfinder kitties and pups. LW is free to spend most of its time hanging over the fence and visiting with the burros who frequent the Meow.

Meanwhile, on the Mirror, I found an old photo of a behavioral anomaly:


It's been available online for some time and is for sale as a poster, titled "The Jury Is Out." It shows something that is very rarely seen in nature: Six male and three female cardinals are flocking together even with smaller birds.

This can happen when young cardinals are caught in a snowstorm. Before the spring chicks pair off, they travel as a family group for a few weeks. Siblings find mates and go their own ways. Cardinal couples usually avoid each other and drive smaller birds off their territory once they've found a place to rear their own young, but in the first winter, before they've chosen mates or territories, they can be as mellow as the other little "snow birds" who form big mixed flocks when they have to travel further south during unusually cold or snowy weather.

I've seen my cardinals' brood move out as a family group, here at the Cat Sanctuary. I've not seen them flying south in groups with "snow birds." Usually our young, if any, move out before the snow; most years our adult pair stay through the snow. But a flock of "snow birds" including cardinals does occasionally happen.

National Security 

Hoot!


Found on the Mirror. Lens traces it to someone whose Instagram name is Theruralbadge.

Page View Counts 

Something went wrong last week. My page view count shot up and, as suddenly, dropped back down. Google's system still highlighted the country where twenty thousand page views had come from, on the little map graphic, but counted it as "Other" on the list. In any case we now know that, when some sort of glitch allowed Russians to visit US web sites for a day, they rushed over here.

Everyone should be reading this web site! Twenty thousand Russians can't be wrong! LOL is ROFL!

Actually, of course, more than twenty thousand humans (of any tribe) have been known to be wrong about the same thing at the same time. I doubt that private Russian people have been consulted about bombing towns, but they do seem to have a high level of Glyphosate Awareness.

Weather, Effects of 

To find the video, go to x.com, type @accuweather into the search bar, and scroll down to see the video of gold, blue, and purple flowers in Death Valley. 

Book Review: Deliver Us from Evil

Vintage book of the week...and is this one ever "vintage." Historical interest.

Title: Deliver Us from Evil

Author: Sean Hannity

Date: 2004

Publisher: Harper Collins

ISBN: 0-06-058251-0

Length: 326 pages plus index

Quote: “We cannot prevail tomorrow without courageous leadership today.”

This book makes the case for war. Since I believe war is generally a bad thing, and I know that complete and accurate information about the justification or lack of justification for any specific war is not going to be made available to civilians until the war is over, it’s not possible for me to like this book. It has historical value. It’s a well written summary of what we read in the papers. How true was what we read in the papers? Future historians may be able to judge.

I’ve read articles by Hannity, on other topics, that I liked. I’m not thrilled by the way he comes across in Deliver Us from Evil as a 24-karat fire-breathing hawk; I understand the competitive urge, the sense that we thrive on conflict, that whole Irish thing, but my feeling is that if tennis and politics aren’t a sufficient outlet for your competitive urge, either you’re not getting enough exercise or you’ve spent too much time in New York. Hannity presents himself here as a patriotic Irish-American writer who needs to nurture his talent with a nice long working vacation on an organic farm. 

Butterfly of the Week: Monkey Swordtail

In the tradition of naming Swallowtail species after characters in literature, Graphium rhesus was named after King Rhesus of Thrace in the Iliad. So in English it was promptly nicknamed the Monkey Swordtail. 


Photo by Mangge Totok, June 2024, Sulawesi.


Photo by Iwank, June 2021.

Relatively little is known about this species. It  has been seen and caught often but most of what Google has to tell us about it is who's offering photos and who's trafficking in dead bodies. 

It is found on a few islands in the Malay archipelago. Males are often found sipping brackish water from sand, often in large mixed flocks. With a wingspan typically a little over three inches, it's comparable to the larger North American swallowtails, but in the company it keeps it seems small:


Photo by Erlandreflingnielsen, April 2017, Sulawesi.

Four subspecies are recognized: 

Graphium rhesus parvimacula is found on Sula and nearby islands. Parvimacula means "small spots," but the three individuals described for the record had larger spots on their underwings than other Graphium rhesus had.

Graphium rhesus rhaphia is found on Tanahdjampea and Tukangbesi islands.

Graphium rhesus rhesulus is found to the south of Sulawesi and on Banggai island. The subspecies name means "little Rhesus." The dark stripes on its wings are said to be blacker than on other subspecies.

Graphium rhesus rhesus is found in the northern and eastern parts of Sulawesi island.

None is considered especially uncommon or threatened. However, this species' survival is tied to its host species' survival in humid lowland forests. Local populations disappeared when forests were "cleared" on Sulawesi. Exactly which species the caterpillars eat is not known. 

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Link Log Weekender for 3.6-7.26

Animals 

The British nanny state contemplates banning 67 dog breeds and, to keep you from feeling a need to click on any clickbait links that don't tell you up front which breeds they mean, here's the list: 

Affenpinscher
American Cocker Spaniel
Australian Cattle Dog
Australian Shepherd
Basset
Basset Bleu
Basset Fauve
Beagle
Beauceron
Bergamasco
Bloodhound
Border Collie
Boston Terrier
Boxer
Bracco
Brittany
Brussels Griffon
Bull Mastiff
Bulldog
Cairn Terrier
Cardigan Welsh Corgi
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel
Cesky Terrier
Chihuahua
Chowchow
Clumber Spaniel
Dachshund
Dandie Terrier
Dogue de Bordeaux
French Bulldog
Glen of Imaal Terrier
Grand Basset
Great Dane
Japanese Chin
King Charles Spaniel
Lancashire Heeler
Lhasa Apso
Mastiff
Mudi
Neapolitan Mastiff
Newfoundland
Norfolk Terrier
Norwich Terrier
Old English Sheepdog
Pekingese
Pembroke Welsh Corgi
Petit Basset
Polish Lowland
Pug
Pyr Mastiff
Pyr Shep
Rough Collie
Schipperke
Scottish Terrier
Sealyham Terrier
Shar Pei
Shetland Sheepdog
Shih Tzu
Skye Terrier
Smooth Collie
Spanish Water Dog
St Bernard
Staffordshire Terrier
Sussex Spaniel
Swedish Valhund
Tibetan Mastiff
West Highland White Terrier

They claim that it's because these breeds' genotype can involve dysfunctional genes, or genes for dysfunctional traits. Reality, I suspect, is pure control freaking. Each of these dog breeds has typical health problems, but most of the individual dogs don't have the problems. Or they're not serious--the small and short-legged breeds are automatically considered dysfunctional just because they're small, low-slung dogs, which was a survival trait for cow-herding dogs and is still one for dogs kept in urban apartments. 

Which is the point. The idea of herding people into apartments where they pay rent forever is to break up the whole system of owning and passing on homes, land, farms...and family ties. Including ties to animals. Never forget Wayne LaPierre's infamous assertion that in the future, when "we" as a species (a "we" that excluded himself) are all herded into slums, "we" can just redirect our urge to bond toward the cockroaches we'll all be living with. (Cockroaches are thigmotactic; although they run away from lights and people, once caught they like being held. And they're trainable; they could learn to hide from light in people's clothing.) Think of that as you make the mere suspicion of being soft on socialism a career ender for any politician.

How is this different from my saying that nobody should breed Manx or Rex cats? Saying people shouldn't do something is one thing; calling on government to ban it, which would probably involve mass killing or at least mass neutering of pets, is a very different thing. 

Additionally, the alleged dysfunctionality of these dog breeds does not compare with the dysfunctionality of Manx and Rex cats. Short-legged dogs are vulnerable to a lot of things, long-haired dogs are vulnerable to eye problems, and floppy-eared dogs like beagles are vulnerable to ear infections if and when people don't look after them properly. With the right human companions they're just fine! Yes, collies and poodles need a lot of grooming, and small short-legged dogs need to be close to their humans whenever they're outdoors--and the right humans for them enjoy doing it.

Books 

When Jeanie at themarmeladegypsy.blogspot.com reviewed a novel inspired by the life of Margaret Fishback, and she mistyped the real writer's name as Fishbeck, I confused Fishback (who wrote lots of advertisements, several books of poems, and some children's books and the sort of guides to etiquette that amounted to advertisements) with a different author. Margaret Lee Runbeck was a contemporary of Margaret Fishback. Runbeck wrote more books, and she was the one who wrote mom-com magazine articles that grew into several books about a daughter anonymized as "Our Miss Boo." 


The Miss Boo story that was reprinted in junior high school literature books, which my parents liked to offer to me as storybooks when I was in primary school, was about Miss Boo's love of what was then a new fad food: peanut butter sandwiches. 

DEI Must Die 

It's not altogether bad that employees were asked if they had friends in different demographic groups, including "gay"...but to what extent did the time spent on that sort of chitchat take away from their ability to respond to the Big Freeze?


Religious Issues: From Sabbath to Sunday 

For some people, the decision to observe the biblical Sabbath from sunset on Friday to sunset on Saturday is an affirmation of religious liberty, a statement that "we ought to obey God rather than man." But it's possible to read the change, which occurred long after Christ's time, from mostly Jewish-born Christians observing the Sabbath as their day for rest and worship, to the Roman Emperor decreeing that they so observe Sunday, as something other than a statement of arrogance and egotism. (The Roman solar cult really worshipped the Emperor.) It's possible to read it as a shrewd political move.


Religious Issues: How Groups Acquire Image Problems

Cat Stevens thinks it takes a "monstrous propaganda machine" to turn people against Islam. Meowreally? You don't think little things like ricin gas in the London Tubes and THE ATTACKS OF SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 have been factors? You don't think the basic tendency for people to dislike a "fellow who came in to sojourn, and now wants to rule over us" may have something to do with anti-Islamic feeling in the US and UK right now? 

Program for Muslims who don't want to find people turned against them when they move to English-speaking, historically Christian countries:

0100 Accept that you are and must remain a minority--that if you become even a large minority you risk expulsion. The more successfully you proselytize, the fewer of your compatriots will be allowed to move here. 

0150 Accept that our culture is Christian. Make NO attempt to change that. 

0200 Accept that we no longer live in a world where God has made souls of equal value, but humans have deemed male bodies to be more valuable than female. Accept that the majority of jobs that are still done by humans today are jobs for which women are better suited than men. Accept that the biological reality, unenlightened by Christian, Jewish, or Muslim religious teachings, is that male humans have become as biologically disposable as most other male lifeforms are. Spend time in basic training courses learning to defer to any female you may meet on any point, to lower your eyes so that you don't know what non-Muslim women are wearing on the street, and to take orders from female superordinates with good grace. Affirm that no man who has touched any female without her full consent has any business being alive.

0250 Affirm that you understand that eye contact works differently here than it does where you came from. Specifically, some parents work hard to teach their children to stare into the eyes of people of the same sex who may be annoyed by them and people of the opposite sex who might feel attracted to them, even though it's probably true that this behavior is unnatural and confusing. If necessary, take a course in breaking eye contact that feels inappropriate to you by looking at your shoes, without blaming or reacting to the local person in any way.

0260 When hugged or kissed by same-sex friends most of us may think that you're overexcitable or that your inferior education never taught you that that behavior spreads diseases, rather than reacting violently, but accept that you're not supposed to hug or kiss same-sex friends. 

0300 Sign a statement affirming that, if you object to any behavior that our culture accepts and yours didn't, your way to express your feelings will always be to go home

0400 Accept that sharia law is not the law of the land where you are sojourning and never will be. If not satisfied with the way our law punishes crimes, go home.

0500 Use your opportunity to study what our laws actually say, and what the Bible actually says, so that you know your rights and can lawfully claim what's due to you. Accepting that you're in a minority in no way implies encouraging bigotry, which does our native-born bigots even more harm than it does you.

0600 Accept that, if you bring children here or stay here long enough to have children, those children will have a legal right to flout your cultural and religious rules. Try to surround yourself with people of different generations who can encourage your children to respect those rules. Jews and Christians don't have to fast for Ramadan or wear tunics outside our belts, much less study Arabic and the Quran, but many, perhaps most, of us do believe that it's honorable for children (even adult children) to follow their parents' rules while living in their parents' houses. Some of us will say to our children, "If your school friends are fasting, don't eat in their faces."

0700 If you come here as a bachelor and want to be married, marry someone from your own country. Although we do, in practice, have "temporary marriage," we don't have a tradition that accepts and respects it. We require ourselves to pay lip service to the ideal of marriage for life; we associate marriage with love rather than obligations. There are American women who could probably be satisfied with a "temporary marriage" to a guest worker if our culture honestly said to them, "Look, you're not a virgin, you're not planning to give this man sons and bring them up as Muslims--you don't want a permanent marriage to this temporary resident. You want to play house with a cute boy for two to five years. Just don't complain when it ends." But no. When you leave our cultural perception is going to be that you USED and DUMPED and BETRAYED a woman who, we want to believe, wanted you to be part of an American or British Christian marriage for life. Why go there? Marry a nice hometown woman for life.

0800 There are things you have to teach us, by setting a good example. Show us what loyalty, honor, hospitality, generosity, friendship, and even relative freedom from color prejudice look like. 

0900 It IS One God. There is only One God. To whatever extent people perceive a difference, they perceive human misunderstanding. Wa Salaam Alaikum.


Women's Issues 

Tacky human beings take credit for an idea when it seems to be working and blame other people for it when they have to deal with unpleasant consequences. Trump reassigned Secretary Noem because Trump is a tacky human being. The alarming thing is Trump fans' willingness to play along with this tacky game. How else is it possible to account for anyone calling this woman ugly?

And why, after all these years, should it have mattered if she'd been uglier than a warthog?


(Photo by Alex Brandon.)

"Do they mean that she did ugly things?" The confrontational quality of last winter's INS raids was ugly all right, but Trump took credit (in his mind it was credit!) for that and it does seem more Trump's kind of thing than any woman's. Nobody's claiming to have any actual "dirt" on Noem. If they're saying she did ugly things, they're passing judgment on her speeches or gossipping about her teamwork with another federal employee (the old "If a woman and a man support each other on the job, they're undoubtedly a couple" line of slander). 

To me Secretary Noem looks as if she's trying a little too hard to copy more of Melania Trump's styles than she can copy effectively, but she's certainly not ugly. At the very worst she might be called a fashion victim.

Writing Life


 Shared by Mona Andrei. Google says this one is actually for sale on Zazzle, and so are several other "Writers' Clocks" with more helpful timetables. Buy the one that features "Drink heavily" (which I don't do) at 


Buy one I consider more relevant, although it doesn't mention things like "Read Pbird's blog so I can exercise to her favorite songs," "Network," "Go into town to use phone to negotiate ways to schedule bill payments, fending off poorer people begging for help to pay their bills approximately every third of a mile," "Try to think of different ways to cook beans that don't cost more money," or "Generate Monthly Fluffball," which might be why this month's Fluffball was so late, at