Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Web Log for 6.16.25

Such As It Is. 

Barbie Berserk 

A transgender Barbie? Yes. As hyperestrogenemic as Barbie looks, you just knew that at some point in middle age she was going to find the estrogen converting to testosterone, giving her killer PMS, muscular shoulders, and five o'clock shadow, with an overall effect that could have been designed to preserve the memory of "Caitlyn" Jenner...I think there are more important things to worry about. This is not going to be the Barbie the kids see in Wal-Mart. This is going to be a collector's item sold to adults. Most kids never see the Barbies marketed to adults. It's worth worrying about Barbie's costumes only if six-year-olds are seeing them and saying "I wanna wear underpants on my head, like Barbie!" or whatever other silly fad has been preserved in plastic, at a scale of two inches to one foot, this year.


Least Competent Criminals 

Or "offenders," anyway. I'm not sure whether "criminals" is the right word for someone hauling something that's legal in some States into another State. "Offenders" is, though; marijuana certainly smells offensive. 


Weekend Madness 

Some Ds actually just, y'know, rallied. Like some of the people who got dragged into the Censorship Riot. Went out in the air and sun, waved signs, met other people who felt the way they did, felt good. Nothing at all wrong with that.

John Scalzi's daughter reports:


A reader's comment on what the name of the demonstration should have evoked is worth copying:

“While Their Majesties Charles III, Carl XVI Gustaf, Harald V, Willem-Alexander, Philippe, and Felipe VI express their collective perplexity at this unexpected and—may we say—uncalled-for display of inhospitableness, they wish to reassure the American public that no state visits to the United States of America were planned on their part for the foreseeable future.”'

Marmelade Gypsy's Human photographed another delightful take on the theme:


What's hard for some Ds to grasp is the way unelected bureaucrats have become a class of petty "dictators." They probably don't feel it, just as we don't feel like a global elite. On their jobs they probably feel exploited and abused, like other office management types. Ds need to stop chanting their mantras and let the facts sink in: Those CDC workers facing layoffs told people to force employees, students, etc., to have a new experimental vaccine, and some of those people died. Those useless penguin-people in the EPA colluded in pushing people who knew better, in Thailand and Mexico and Zambia as well as here, to inflict the misery of glyphosate poisoning on their children. "Starve the dictators" intuitively feels humane to many people when they consider these bureaucrats. I don't like it either. I didn't like it ten years ago.

Book Review: Sarah Brown and the Cabin

Title: Sarah Brown and the Cabin 

Author: Audrey Walker 

Date: 2022 

Quote: "Sarah had no idea when she found the body of the woman that her most cherished vacation in the mountains had come to an abrupt end." 

Who the woman is, and what she has to do with Sarah, may be revealed in a later volume. The murder is somehow connected to a secret Sarah's murdered parents never disclosed to her. As if finding the victim's body in the front yard of her vacation cabin weren't a sufficiently horrible reminder of her loss, a little later Sarah's aunt's body will be dumped in the yard, too. A clue has been planted in the text (unfortunately not the one I was hoping for). Readers may guess whom Sarah, a police detective, will arrest first, but the mystery will not otherwise be solved at the end of the book. 

What was the clue I was hoping for? The victims were poisoned with the same chemical. I'm not expert enough to have any idea what that chemical would be, but when the story mentioned, twice, that the kitchen at the little-used cabin was full of roaches I was hoping Walker would dare to mention some kind of insecticide spray. Household chemicals, even the ones "generally regarded as safe when used as directed" like bleach and lye, can be and have been used in murders. But that's not the direction in which the plot unfolds. 

I've liked other mysteries by this author but it seemed to me that this one was hastily written, possibly even with some help from a computer program--that wasn't so easy to do in 2022, but, as evidence: that clunky sentence above. Online publishers have determined that the formula that sells the most books has been when a professional writer puts several manuscripts or out-of-print books online in quick succession, and sold beginning writers the idea that the key to sales is for them, too, to put a dozen or more books online in six months. It doesn't work well for them--partly because, as beginners, they don't have that many manuscripts already written and aren't giving themselves enough time to write good ones, and partly because, as writers, most of them aren't going to be the ones readers collect. People who read one Sherlock Holmes, or Peter Wimsey, or Miss Marple mystery want to collect them all. People who read most of the COVID-driven stories posted on these book marketing sites, generally, do not.

Audrey Walker can write better than this, has written better than this, and should be expected to write better than this. 

Petfinder Post: Lonely Only Kitten Holds Fort

(I'm writing this on Monday. Since the dog and cat breeds discussed aren't super-fashionable, I'm guessing they'll still be available for adoption on Tuesday morning.)

Serena's sole-survivor kitten may or may not be able to finish growing up--some kittens who show the Manx gene aren't, and this one also shows the kinky-tail gene from Serena's remote Siamese ancestors. Presumably its father, a local rescued tomcat, is some sort of distant cousin to its mother. The tomcat I regularly greet as Tar Baby was adopted by an absentee landlord and is fed at least every other day, but, unlike the cat he was brought in to replace, he's social enough to want to hang out with Serena--and torment Drudge--more days than not. He could hardly care less how many mice are living in his official owners' barn. He is large, I've estimated eighteen pounds, but hardly the giant local people make him sound like. 

But his baby son has had all the milk he could get out of his mother, who is also a cat of some magnitude, about twelve pounds, and produces a generous supply...and he's grown fast. From nose to hind paws (never mind his poor little turned-under stub of a tail) he stretched to 11 inches when he was exactly three weeks old. He's been encouraged to learn to wait six or eight hours between meals, and does that with no fuss. Serena has encouraged him to climb out of the little nest in which she's been rearing him and scamper around the office for exercise. I didn't intend to encourage him, but he never misses a chance to snuggle up beside me and demand to be played with. Most three-week-old kittens are less active so it's amusing to watch his play reflexes develop. He does not yet follow objects trailed along the ground in front of him. He still tends to react to tickling by flopping over and inviting me to clean his bottom, though not because he actually wants that done. He still understands a stroke along one side as steering him, and moves in the direction indicated.

I left him in charge of the office this morning, Serena having assured me that in any emergency she could go in to the rescue. 

He does not yet have a name in human language. He has to survive for three months to claim the name of "Miracle." Meanwhile it's not clear whether he knows that "baby," "kitten," "itty-bitty kitty cat," "squeaker," or "little bit" refer to him, or just that, generally, he's allowed to come out and play when I'm in the office. In any case he's a friendly little thing.

He will be adoptable when he's been neutered. If I'd had the opportunity to talk to Moses, I would've demanded that "Thou shalt not suffer a Manx cat to breed" be in the Bible. It's just so painful for humans and mother cats to watch Manx kittens die. This one's siblings did go out like little lights when exposed to "New Roundup," but typically defective Manx kittens suffer before they die from failing to develop essential inside parts. Or, for those who think their odd-shaped, bobtailed or tailless hindquarters are so cute, people who let Manx cats breed should get the privilege of mopping up after those cute little defective urinary systems that cause some of them to dribble everywhere they go, or leading the ones with the cute little eyes that never open all through their lives.

But nothing seems wrong with this one's little baby-blue eyes, and Serena says his digestive system is, so far, super-efficient. She bounces in and out a few times during each feeding to limit his milk intake and says it takes three minutes or less to extract the cheese. 

Are viable Manx kittens available for adoption in New York, Washington, and Atlanta by now? It may be too soon to ask, but let's see...I suspect that most of the Manx and other kittens that have the missing-or-incomplete-tail gene are accidents. With this breed/type the only humane way to get kittens is to adopt them from shelters with pro-extinction policies. We need cats and dogs, right below us humans in the food chain, but we need the ones with non-lethal genes.

Zipcode 10101: Bugsy (and Kit) from Walnutport 


His web page: https://www.petfinder.com/cat/bugsy-76398779/pa/walnutport/furry-feet-rescue-pa508/

Kit looks more like Serena's kitten, but has a complete tail. Both "Tuxies" are described as sweet pets.  Both are male. Reasonable adoption fees probably mean you have to pay separately for neutering. The shelter doesn't demand that they be adopted together but does want  them to stay within an hour's drive from where they now are. 

Zipcode 20202: Candy Cane from Rixeyville 


He's not really a kitten any more. His web page has not been rewritten as the system has bumped him up to "young." This last spring's kitten is still bouncy, playful, and snuggly. 

Zipcode 30303: Eclair from Kennesaw 


Eclair's adoption fee is on the high side because it includes a substantial veterinary bill. She's been checked. The only effect the Manx gene should have on her is expected to be making her look "more special." She likes to play; they recommend adopting her with another kitten if you don't already live with one. (Serena, who was a sole survivor kitten, says it's ESSENTIAL that all kittens have other kittens to play with!) 

All Manx cats have a wider build than most American Shorthair cats have. This is not part of their deformity. They share their wide sturdy frames with healthy British Shorthairs. Most of them are just on the large side of average size, but a few just keep growing back to the original size of wild cats--two or three times the size of most house cats. It is not possible to tell from the size of a Manx kitten how big it will grow up to be, if it grows up at all. Big kittens can become small cats; average-sized kittens can become oversized cats. People who live with oversized cats say they're still gentle house pets; certainly our Graybelle was. 

Bonus Kitten: Brussel Sprout 


Her web page: https://www.petfinder.com/cat/brussel-sprout-76803186/dc/washington/final-victory-animal-rescue-sc497/

The Petfinder page was trying to steer me toward this kitten--plain American Shorthair so far as anyone knows. Yes, she does look a bit like Serena, and they say she's showing signs of "sprouting" up into a real Queen Cat, too. (It's easy to see differences; Serena has more white on her face and Brussels Sprout has that blob of black extending across the edge of her eyelids.) Now, obviously, for those reasons, I could not adopt her. Serena does not like her own mirror image and likes to keep junior cats firmly in their places. But somebody out there may be thinking, "Why does she show us all these alley cats while raving on and on about her wonderful Serena? Why can't I adopt Serena?" and, although obviously that's not possible, you now have a chance to adopt a kitten with a similar look and attitude. 

Brussel Sprout is listed for adoption in Virginia and Washington (DC), but is actually in South Carolina.

Now for the dogs...At least once a year we have to feature a dog breed that is also known for its sturdy body shape, and that is disproportionately represented in shelters...the Pit Bull Terrier. These dogs' ancestors were bred to fight, to amuse people who thought it was amusing to watch animals fight. Like most animals, they'll fight if they think they need to. Much more than most animals, they are strong for their size and very very determined. Like most animals, they can become accustomed to a peaceful life where things are done out of love and nobody ever needs to fight. Nobody should be breeding more Pit Bulls, they get dumped into shelters because so many landlords won't rent to people who own them, but if you have a safe place where you can keep one for the ten or even fifteen years it may live, you might want to rescue one.

The dogs shown below are Pit Bull mixes. Though they may have been discriminated against because of their breed type, they are warranted by shelter staff to be gentle pets. You could do things like training them to destroy a paper bag you throw when you say, "Hey look--here comes N" (where N represents the name of a person by whom you don't want to be visited), but these Pit Bulls seem to have been designed to be better suited to teaching people that they don't need to fear every Pit Bull Terrier on Earth. 

Zipcode 10101: Walter from NYC 


They say he's a cuddly pet with a soft coat. Snuggling is his favorite thing but he also likes to walk around the big city with a human, and plays nicely with other dogs. He's described as big for a terrier. Might there be a bit of retriever in his ancestry?

Zipcode 20202: Delaney from DC 


Another mix of Pit Bull and something larger and mellower, possibly retriever, Delaney can show stress when kept among other animals but is said to be a clever, obedient pet, good at Sitting, Staying, and Finding Toys. He's described as "super sweet and goofy," willing to stay in and snuggle all day or go out with you. He likes resting on a couch or bed beside his human.

Zipcode 30303: Umbrella from Atlanta 


Not much is known yet about this little fellow, but someone who's used to living with cute, sweet, innocent, stubborn pups ought to love him. For a dog he looks remarkably like Serena's surprise kitten.

Monday, June 16, 2025

Web Log Weekender: 6.13-15.25

It wasn't much of a weekender. I popped online on Saturday afternoon and mentioned that I wouldn't be online long. Shortly after I came back and settled in for the night, I heard the pop as all those cables that connect "the grid" dropped into the branch creek again. One would think the linemen get tired enough of picking cables out of water to prune the trees near the cables, at least the ones that are dead or leaning ominously over the wires...well, perhaps in summer they enjoy a dip in a cold stream. I thought hopefully that perhaps they'd be out to repair the damage on Sunday morning, since they arrived so promptly last week. No such luck. Only the telephone repairmen had reached a house nearby when I came out this morning; rain fell off and on all day Sunday, all night last night, and it's falling on McDonald's as I type; lots of repair vehicles are on the road, though...and slushy soil is failing to hold down trees either in old-growth forests with little undergrowth, or in town where people have never corrected the long-ago craze for planting isolated trees surrounded by "lawns" of bermudagrass. It looks like being a very long, dull, sweaty, mucky summer, Gentle Readers.

Perhaps we should just let the whole idea of grid-dependent private Internet connections die and move back to the idea of public computer centers for whole neighborhoods. The role of electronic technology in any weather emergency is still to break down, primarily, but at least neighborhoods could share the cost of replacing all that expensive new cable. I've only been saying this for thirty years.

Health News 

Polysorbate is not what's making celiac disease stubborn and even fatal. Glyphosate (and now glufosinate) is/are doing that. But polysorbate is not helping anybody deal with the effects of the deadly poisons. The situation is analogous to having a broken leg: You need the bone set and supported if you want to use the leg again, but, meanwhile, you don't want to dangle the leg in the sewer.


Pranks 

Even if the computer made up a batch of fictional books to recommend, somebody had to tell it to do that. So the first news story discussed in this post qualifies as a prank.

Butterfly of the Week: Elegant Lady

People like this week's butterfly species, but they don't know much about it. It is not common, but not known to be endangered. It has two English names, the Elegant Lady (because a group of similar butterflies are called the Ladies, and because it's "elegantly" dressed in well-matched neutral colors) and the Milky Graphium (because its wings are "splashed" with milky white). It's been called the national butterfly of Nigeria. 


Photo from INaturalist. The darker band at the edge of the hind wings can be almost black, like the patch where each wing joins the body. Undersides may be a warmer shade of brown than the more grayish upperside. The wingspan of the male museum specimens collected was 3 to 3.5 inches. Photos of living Elegant Ladies are hard to find, but one can be seen if you click through to page 20 of this beautiful PDF:


Its scientific name is Graphium hachei. There are two subspecies, Graphium hachei hachei and G.h. moebii. Hache and Moebius are family names. The subspecies moebii is sometimes also listed as Suffert's Graphium, suggesting that some Mr. Suffert might have named it after some Professor Moebius, but Google is not showing any explanations. Funet shows early reports of this butterfly as descriptions of male specimens only, published in German. The females, as well as the early stages, remain undocumented.

These butterflies are found in several adjacent countries on the western side of Africa. Click here to see a map. 


They are found all through the year but populations seem to divide into three-month generations, with declining reports of adult butterflies in March, June, September, and December, and increases in January, April, July, and October. As a sub-equatorial species, these butterflies are most often seen in January.

They resemble Graphium adamastor, G. almansor, and the other Ladies but nothing seems to be known about their lives. Marcot's photo documents that males hang out at puddles with other mineral-salt-craving butterflies. 

Book Review: Guarding Georgia

Title: Guarding Georgia 

Author: Anna Brooks 

Date: 2023 

Quote: "The boy I'd crushed on my entire life but was too afraid to tell because I knew he saw me only as a friend." 

When they reach high school, Beau is about to tell Georgia otherwise. He sees her as The Prettiest Cheerleader Ever. But so does Tad, the much less lovable son of someone Georgia's less than lovable father owes money. Georgia's father says that Beau and his family are trash and Georgia is to be seen dating other boys, never Beau. 

At this point the story almost goes where the Southern reader begins to expect it to go. Beau's father and Georgia's mother were once very close friends. When a high school boy's father has a legitimate job and the boy keeps up with the work in the same classes the girl does, comes to school on time clean and sober, and stays out of trouble with the law, he's not trash, exactly. The only reason why the girl's father might call him trash would be that the father knows the boy is his daughter's cousin--or even half-brother. 

But this story shows a bit of foreign influence. If Tad still wants Georgia when they get through high school, and Tad's father will accept a rich, good-looking daughter-in-law in lieu of some of the money Georgia's father owes him, then as far as these un-American men are concerned, Tad and Georgia are engaged. 

I'm sure Brooks got this idea from an item of local news or gossip, but I'm also sure the older men involved weren't born on this continent. In a free country, most parents know that, if fantasies about A's son and B's daughter as a couple ever cross their minds, they have the right to remain silent. Children can't be married while they're subject to parental authority; marriages are legal in most States only after the bride and bridegroom are full-grown and on-their-own and have had time to consider other offers. 

However, Tad, being a bully, decides he wants Georgia just because he knows Beau does and for some reason they don't seem to be a couple. Things come to a head when Georgia goes to the prom with Tad, they drink a little too much, and Tad tries to rape Georgia. Beau knocks him flat and takes Georgia home with him, where the three middle sons in the family like her and the youngest one has a real crush on her--their mother has been dead for a few months and they're starving for an older female's attention. When Georgia comes home, still a perfect virgin and now over her head in Teen Romance, her father orders her never to speak to Beau again. If she wants to go to college, she'll have to marry Tad first. 

Georgia's mother has some money saved up against this kind of possibility. Georgia goes away to college. A long way away. Beau goes to police academy and joins the police force in their home town. (It's in Texas, we are told, though it does sound sort of Arabian.) 

 And now, in the present reality of the story, Georgia's father is dead. Georgia is still a perfect virgin, and although Beau is not, he's only ever used other women, never really dated the same one for any length of time. (In romance novels that makes it all right.) Is it safe for Georgia to come home and live with her mother now? Can Beau forgive her for going away? Can she forgive Beau for not coming to Chicago to find her? 

Of course they can, because this is a romance novel, though it's one of the steamy kind with liberal mention of who touched what and how it felt and what they did next, on and on for three or four pages at a time. Recommended strictly for use as a marital aid...

I'm underwhelmed. Maybe it's the portrait of Beau on the cover, maybe just Beau's eagerness to avenge every perceived insult to Georgia (at this stage) by decking somebody...Beau seems to me like the sort of boy who'll soon be dumping his anger on Georgia, though then again, as a police officer, he's already demonstrated (onstage) that he's capable of just going to the local jail and beating up an inmate. Even if it's only Tad, who deserves to be beaten up and whom Beau undoubtedly owes a few bruises because Tad was the sort of boy all the other boys owed several bruises by grade five, that does not read like a portrait of a man who has gained complete control of himself. But maybe someone else out there knows a couple like that who've been happy together for even ten years. I hope so.

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Morgan Griffith on "Juneteenth"

Editorial comment: If any readers remember when we were following the Virginia Legislature during its sessions, they'll remember Onzlee Ware. With respect. I think a majority of readers were Republicans and Delegate Ware was a Democrat, but he was the sort of mature, intelligent, balanced D of whom we've lost so many. We liked some of his contributions.

Right. It's official. I still think it's a bit of a Hallmark Holiday, but this web site will observe Juneteenth in memory of Delegate Ware. 

From US Representative Morgan Griffith, R-VA-9:

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Thursday, June 19th marks America’s celebration of Juneteenth.

The national holiday is meant to commemorate the end of slavery in the United States.

Interestingly, this date does not signify the official nationwide end to slavery.

Slavery was a fairly common practice, even in the North, as the United States transitioned from its colonial period to its independence.

In fact, full emancipation would not be granted until 1827 in New York and 1847 in Pennsylvania.

According to the Equal Justice Initiative (website), even after Congress abolished the Atlantic Slave Trade in 1807, traders from Massachusetts and other states continued activities trafficking Africans.

In the first half of the nineteenth century, the abolition movement which advocated for the freedom of slaves spread. In the North, prominent abolitionists, like Frederick Douglass and William Lloyd Garrison, gained many supporters, mostly in the North.

Debate over slavery intensified in the halls of Congress as the country grew and admitted new states. The admission of “free” states and “slave” states complicated legislative efforts and national unity.

During the American Civil War on New Year’s Day of 1863, President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation.

The Proclamation declared “all persons held as slaves” in states that were in “rebellion against the United States” were free.

The Proclamation could not be enforced at that time, as the South did not recognize Lincoln’s order.

In addition, the Proclamation did not apply to border states which had not seceded from the Union.

Kentucky, West Virginia, Maryland, Delaware and Washington, D.C., were all slaveholding areas, but they did not secede from the Union. Accordingly, the slaves in those areas were not freed as a result of the Emancipation Proclamation.

Therefore, slavery was still practiced in both the Union and the Confederacy during the Civil War.

West Virginia separated from the Commonwealth of Virginia during the Civil War. On June 20, 1863, the U.S. Congress formally recognized West Virginia as a state.

After General Robert E. Lee’s surrender at Appomattox Courthouse in April 1865, others in the South followed suit in laying down their arms.

Accordingly, the path to freedom could commence and/or continue for many slaves. Juneteenth focuses on those in Galveston, Texas.

Galveston’s slave community was unaware of Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation. On June 19, 1865, Union troops arrived in Galveston, Texas, where they notified the local slave population that they were free.

However, more progress had to be made to fully destroy the institution of slavery in the United States.

The U.S. Constitution amendment that abolished slavery, the Thirteenth Amendment, was ratified by the States in 1865, but not until December, well after Union Troops arrived in Galveston.

As the Reconstruction era continued, the Fourteenth and Fifteenth amendments soon followed to expand rights to slaves.

Despite these significant milestones, Juneteenth always resonated within the African American community as the major date to celebrate their freedom.

For many years even before its birth as a national holiday, Juneteenth celebrations were commonplace in many African American communities.

Of those to launch such celebrations in Southwest Virginia, I remember my friend and former colleague in the Virginia House of Delegates, Onzlee Ware.

The two of us were often on opposite sides of legislative efforts. We differed in policy ideas and beliefs.

As a result of knowing each other while practicing law in the Roanoke Valley, Delegate Ware and I became friends. We were not afraid to work across the aisle to get things done for the people we represented in the Roanoke Valley.

Accordingly, Delegate Ware, the first Black legislator from the Western part of Virginia, invited me to a Juneteenth celebration that he organized.

Because of his invitation, I began to recognize the importance of this day.

I appreciated Delegate Ware for the invitation and the opportunity to spend time with the community that spread awareness about Juneteenth.

While Delegate Ware has since passed away, my memories of him and his leadership in making me and many others in Southwest Virginia aware of the importance of Juneteenth will always remain.

Folks in the Ninth District commemorating Juneteenth include the Fayette Area Historical Initiative in Martinsville. I visited them last year during their Juneteenth celebration.

There will be many other such celebrations in Southwest Virginia this year.

To everyone in the Ninth District, no matter your heritage, I hope on this Juneteenth you will reflect on the value of freedom.

If you have questions, concerns, or comments, feel free to contact my office.  You can call my Abingdon office at 276-525-1405 or my Christiansburg office at 540-381-5671. To reach my office via email, please visit my website at www.morgangriffith.house.gov. Also on my website is the latest material from my office, including information on votes recently taken on the floor of the House of Representatives.