Friday, August 16, 2024

Things That Aren't So Scary Any More


If frightened by dogs, grow bigger than they are,
If worried by wasps, learn to make them your friends.
If bothered by bees, then work for a beekeeper.
If socially insecure, start your own trends.

If you think you look freaky, some see it as sexy.
If you can't swim, dog-paddle around till you can.
If you can't win the game for your team, deride team sports.
Youth's and childhood's fears soon give way to a plan.

Though sooner or later all girls are molested,
We now make molesters pay dearly, in blood.
Though even rich White people live with oppression,
No one can make anyone stay in the mud.

No, I don't "scare easy," nor expect that you do.
No one lives for fifty years if bound by fear.
But there's still a cobweb that fetters my arms, when
I fear speech or action might harm someone dear.

(Fact-based, but not all my own story...Fear of insects and spiders was taught to my brother and me as children. When we were teenagers I became a wasp whisperer, and he became a beekeeper's apprentice.)

Book Review: Delights & Deadly Disasters

Title: Delights & Deadly Disasters

Author: Renee Lyles

Date: 2023

Quote: "Chocolate would be good too. Dark and bitter, laced with nuts. Like her life."

Maggie thinks that when her boyfriend tells her he's in love with someone else. She decides she's never really liked her job and work in the big city, and might as well go back and reopen the bakery where she worked as a kid, which the owner had recently died and left to her in a will. The color, flavor, and nut content of her life do not change.

Right away Maggie comes back into contact with her worst friend from high school, the homecoming queen who compulsively competes with other people, who married the football star and has been miserable ever since, who thinks Maggie's bakery is just what she needs to open her business. Mindy follows her right into the cafe, and faints when they find the dead man stuffed into the freezer.

He was the mayor, and everyone in the small town hated him. And Mindy's a suspect because the mayor had closed the bakery shortly before the owner, an elderly cardiovascular patient, had a fatal heart attack.  Also, she comes to realize, because the sheriff likes her and wants to protect her, having quickly realized that, as she's not the homicidal type, someone else might come after her, too.

Meanwhile Maggie witnesses a hit-and-run accident, adopt the dog, and finds herself asking her worst friend for advice. Mindy's obnoxious but she does know a lot about dogs. Maggie starts thinking of her as potentially a friend worth knowing, after all. But it's the recovering dog, not Mindy, who protects Maggie when the real murderer does come after her. 

This qualifies as a cozy mystery in the sense that only one person is murdered. If working out the logical solution to the question of who killed an unlovable person nobody'd ever miss is the way you like to relax, you'll enjoy Delights & Deadly Disasters.

Thursday, August 15, 2024

Book Review for 8.15.24: Fatal Legislation

Title: Fatal Legislation

Author: Ellen Butler

Date: 2018

Publisher: Power to the Pen

ISBN: 978-0-99841935-0

Quote: "For an overweight man in his early seventies, he walked at a relatively brisk pace."

Little does Karina, a lobbyist generally in favor of more tax funding for more expensive drugs, know that Senator Harper's brisk pace is being stepped up by a hacked pacemaker. (An Internet of Things makes it theoretically possible that not even your worst enemy, but perhaps a malfunctioning thermostat or washing machine, could hack your pacemaker. I may need one, some day; I don't think I'll want one.) And the underground tram has been diverted. And the guards who should be watching the tunnels have been distracted. Senator Harper is about to die at Karina's feet and, because she tries to use his cellphone to call for help and carelessly sweeps it into her bag with her personal junk, she's a suspect--a red herring the police can smell a mile away, but still...

Most of fictional Washington accepts that it was just Senator Harper's time to go, and Karina keeps it a secret that she was trying to summon help while she watched him die, when another Senator's chauffeur mysteriously rams their car into a train. A Cabinet Secretary Karina's never liked will join the body count, too, before Karina can prove that these people are being murdered because they've supported legislation she supported too. 

Political points are scored--the fictional President is still a "tweeter in chief" and, in the splendid real-world tradition of haters showing the world how profoundly confused they always were, a man with a Nazi screen name turns out to be Israeli--as Karina and her realistically mixed collection of friends fight crime with the valor of a fluffy house cat who has just seen the opportunity of a lifetime to show the world how brave he really is. Like the cat, they ought by rights to get killed, but from sheer surprise at their daring they'll win. They'll be safe because the dear old Post will publicize their whistle-blowing until the whole city has their backs. And here's to tax-funded overpriced drugs for all. 

If you like a fast-moving mystery with lots of physical danger but only one shooting (of a side-view mirror), Fatal Legislation is for you. It's a worthwhile reminder that, although our legislators can pay for better security than the average person, there can be reasons why they don't dare to stir a wing, open a mouth, or cheep. Usually the reasons have more to do with campaign funds and benefits than with physical terror, but some corporate goons are desperate enough to hire horribly competent assassins. We never know.

It's been a few years since (in the 1970s) a man with enemies in high places reportedly shot himself in the head a few times before feeling desperate enough to chain himself to weights and sink himself in the Potomac, and the case was officially ruled a suicide, case closed. But it did happen. And the dear old Post that would have defied the corporate goons, once, and publicized things like the harassment of Karen Kingston or the deliberate poisoning of me, sold out to the said corporate goons with the "Trusted News Initiative," which is best explained as "If you've not seen a hard-hitting story about glyphosate in a newspaper recently, don't trust it, don't buy it, and don't read it." 

Meanwhile, Butler's book was a bestseller and boosted its series up Amazon's charts, and Butler put it on Book Funnel free of charge because she wants blog readers to know that she's done other series, too, historical spy stories and romantic comedies and more. It's all fiction but it all shows a pleasant obsession with fact-checking.

Book Review for 8.14.24: Take Down

Title: Take Down

Author: Blair Denholm

Date: 2020

Quote: "Jack Lisbon of the London Metropolitan Police was advised by his boss to apply to Australia's Queensland Police Service."

He's in a bit of trouble back in London. Jack Lisbon does not always stick to police procedure and, although the man he's killed will never be missed, killing him wasn't very legal. So it's with some guilt and fear that he goes into an Australian bank to change some cash.

That's when the two drug-wasted robbers break into the bank and take both tellers and the whole queue of customers hostage. 

Jack doesn't like bank robbers who hit young women and kick older people around. While standard police "negotiation" gets the hostages some take-out food but no hope of getting safely home, Jack thinks of a plan. It's not proper police procedure at all. It's violent and gets Jack arrested, but he knows he'll be home in time for a proper meal and workout. 

Anyone who fantasizes about just cutting through the red tape and having a real bash at crime should enjoy this short book and, of course, the series it's meant to sell. 

Book Review for 8.13.24: Chinawoman's Chance

Title: Chinawoman's Chance

Author: James Musgrave

Date: 2018

Publisher: E,M,R.E.

ISBN: 9781943457311

Quote: "May those who see us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts; and if H don't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping."

That quote was too good not to share. Unfortunately, this book is not a feel-good read.  Not only does it feature a series of gory murders, it also deals with Victorian San Francisco, a time and place whose racism appalled people (like Mark Twain and Ambrose Bierce) who'd grown up with slavery. In Thomas Sowell's history of how people have treated other people like trash and owed them money, around the world and throughout history, San Francisco's exploitation of Irish and Chinese immigrants--and setting them against each other--still stands out.

The story uses real people as characters in ways that are admittedly contrary to fact. There was a real Clara Foltz, one of the first female attorneys to practice law in California. There was a real Ah Toy, one of the first Chinese women to get into San Francisco, a courtesan who claimed in her own defense that she trained "her girls" to be entertainers, not prostitutes. In real history they never worked together, Clara Foltz never showed any interest in Chinese immigrants, and there's no evidence that the two proto-feminists ever spoke to each other. But if you read about the plight of the Chinese immigrants and thought "Somebody ought to have stood up for some of them in court," you might think, "Wouldn't it have been cool if Clara Foltz and Ah Toy had joined forces to defend an innocent Chinese-American?"

In real life, nobody defended them. They had no rights. They were not technically slaves  in the American system (in the Chinese system several of the women were), but neither the men nor the women were considered citizens or prospective citizens either. They developed their own tong system for law enforcement, because in the White courts, if a Chinese immigrant was murdered, well, that was one less competitor against Irish immigrants or even Anglo- or German-Americans, many of whom became desperate for work when they failed to strike gold in California. Most of the Chinese men were obligated, and most of the women sold outright, to come to America; they hadn't chosen to be in San Francisco yet they found themselves actively hated for being there. "A Chinaman's chance" meant the smallest imaginable chance, just barely more than no chance at all. The White capitalists who brought in Chinese laborers did not want them to succeed or prosper; they wanted them to work cheap and then go home empty-handed.

So here is a series of seven bloody murders, solved by the two proto-feminists as a team, culminating with a shoot-out reminiscent of Silence of the Lambs. For those who want a dystopian story that'll make them cry, this might be a good choice. It's grim and gritty, with a daffy urban missionary and a crooked politician among the prime suspects. A Chinese man is blamed for the first murder of an Irish girl, because he was seen talking to her and the Irish community frowned on that. What the Irish community weren't told, and didn't care to find out, is that the same murderer had previously killed six Chinese women, and no White person cared. Foltz guesses who really "done it" but she'll have to handle literal dynamite to get the proof.

Historically, it's full of anachronisms, mostly in the way people talk. Victorian Americans did pride themselves on avoiding "ugly words" and saying things like "the excrement rolls downhill," but they didn't have the word "racism," either. (They had "racialism." They thought it meant a good thing, a healthy pride in one's ancestors and their culture.) They did have words for the racism in San Francisco at this time. Without looking it up I've always been under the impression that this was the origin of the cliche "disgrace to the human race." Musgrave subjects us to relatively little of the hatespews, religious bigotry, and misogyny that fill real historical documents of this period, althoug probably enough to curl the modern reader's nose...but then he has Foltz fulminating about "patriarchy" where the original Suffragists said "oppression and slavery." 

Though many people in Victorian San Francisco claimed to be Christians, Musgrave shows us no example of a real, radical Christian--though the need for urban mission work was desperate. I'm sad to say that the reason why I saw so little of San Francisco, during my parents' nomadic years, was that my parents always said they never met any noticeable sincere Christians there, either. So, whether Musgrave is indulging in anti-Christian bias or documenting historical fact is hard to say. The city really was notorious for every kind of vice, crime, and corruption, not for anyone sincerely trying to be a good influence. Probably there were urban missionaries out there and, as with the flaky one in this novel, their good intentions were not accompanied by any great success.

`Butterfly for the Week of 8.12.24: Graphium Abri

After studying some of the American Kites, which some scientists believe evolved either into or out of the African and Asian genus Graphium, we now come to the Graphium genus itself.

There are a lot of Graphiums, and as several of them live in tropical rain forests where they're hard for humans to find, very little is known about some of them. 

The genus Graphium is so large and diverse that it's already being written about in terms of "sub-genus" groupings, which foreign entomologists may vote to start calling by their sub-genus names before we come to the end of the list. They do this more to reward scholars than to annoy researchers, but it's a very annoying habit. So let's begin with a list of all the species currently listed as Graphiums:

abri
adamastor
agamedes
agamemnon
ageles
alebion
almansor
androcles
angolanus
anthedon
antheus
antiphates
aristeus
arycles
aunger
aurivillusi
bathycles
biokoensis
browni
chronides
cloanthus
codrus
colonna
cycnus
decolor
delessertii
deucalion
dorcus
doron
empedocles
empedovana
encelades
endochus
epaminondas
eurous
eurypylus
evembar
evvemon
fulleri
gelon
glycerion
gudenusi
hachei
hicetaon
idaeoides
illyrius
incerta
junodi
kigoma
kirbyi
kosii
laboranus [EDITED summer 2025: should be taboranus]
latreillianus
leechi
leonidas
levasson
liponesco
lynderaeus [should be tynderaeus]
macareus
macfarlanei
macleayanus
mandarinus
meeki
megaera
megarus
mendana
meyeri
monticulus
morania
mullah
nomius
olbrechtsi
phidias
philonoe
poggianus
policenes
policenoides
polistratus
porthaon
procles
protensor
ramaceus
rhesus
ridleyanus
rileyi
sandawanum
sarpedon
schaffgotschi
schubotzi
simoni
stratiotes
stratocles
stressmanni
taboranus
tamerlana
thule
timur
tynderaeus
ucalegon
ucalegonides
wallacei
weiskei
wenlingas
xenocles

 This web site will try to consider each one in order, but in some cases, as in the case of Graphium abri, very little information is available.

So what is known about abri? It's found in the Central African Republic. It looks very different from the Kites we've been studying. 


Photo by Robyn_Crowther. This butterfly was recognized as a distinct species in 2001 based on two poor little museum pieces, whose tail ends were cut off for microscopic inspection, as the elaborate structures at insects' tail ends are often the distinguishing features of species that otherwise look alike. 

A biography of Campbell Robert Smith, one of the scientists who first recognized this species,was written by the other scientist (Richard Vane-Wright) and is online at https://nl.pensoft.net/article/37808/  
In the same year that they described abri, Smith and Vane-Wright also wrote a summary of what is known about Graphium caterpillars in Africa. They are variable, and variations among caterpillars don't reflect variations among adults. They have the Swallowtail humpback look, concealing osmeteria, and somewhat widened, flattened back ends. Pupae are described as "slender" and have white stripes.

Abri is French for "opened," as in a door, or "a shelter, place of refuge," as in Francis Schaeffer's ministry, but in African English it's also short for "African Butterfly Research Institute."

David Hancock suggests that abri may be a natural hybrid between Graphium adamastor and G. agamedes. This would account for its rareness and late discovery. 

Smith and Vane-Wright proposed Arisbe, a sub-genus name, as an alternative genus name for the species abri. Their very technical description of its markings is available at 


They note this species having been found only at Zongo on the Ubangi (Oubangui) River. The scientists carefully examined two long dead specimens. Despite searching in the intervening years, nobody has found any more Graphium abri. It seems fitting that there's only one photo of what's been called the rarest Swallowtail on Earth.

Book Review for 8.12.24: The Bleeding Carpets

Title: The Bleeding Carpets 

Author: B.P. Stevens

Date: 2022

Quote: "The girls Tyler...knew he could treat better, were always going after dogs."

There's not much of a mystery about this short story of suspense. There's a question: Should people like Tyler be considered insane? He understands so many things so well. He just seems to think it's all right for him to kill the couples he envies.

The Banality of Evil has often been remarked upon. Once they've been solved, most crime stories are not very original, don't leave us with any fresh insights: we already knew that envy is a Deadly Sin. If you like detective stories because they end a series of crimes, at least in the fictional world, you might enjoy The Bleeding Carpets. If you like them because they usually offer a logical puzzle to solve, pick another book.

Book Review for 8.11.24: Abba's Child

Title: Abba’s Child

Author: Brennan Manning

Publisher: Nav Press

Date: 1994, 2002

ISBN: 1-57863-334-8

Length: 192 pages

NavPress’s reputation is for well written, Bible-based, nondenominational Christian books that appeal to college students and teachers. Abba’s Child is a good example. It’s all about the familiar message that God loves you so you don’t have to torture yourself with guilt trips or repeated sin, but Manning has found fresh quotes and anecdotes and put thm together with high-quality prose, so even if you’ve read fifty other books on this theme, Abba’s Child is still a fresh, good read.



Book Review for 8.9.24: A Ghostly Guardian

Title: A Ghostly Guardian

Author: H.P. Mallory

Date: 2023

Quote: "He's always resented me, ever since I married his father."

Philippa married late. Her husband had been married before, and left her with a stepson only four years younger than she. Only the extreme stress of being in prison for having "stolen," or reclaimed, a necklace does she start communicating with her husband's ghost. From there she progresses to eeting her husband regularly "in the dream realm" and hearng from at least one more ghost. Her husband's ghost tells her and his old friend, the police detective who locked her up, where to find a late amendment to his will specifying that the necklace goes to Philippa. 

Inspector Stirling finds himself delivering this news to Philippa's stepson with unexpected pleasure. If he weren't a character in a series with a slow-building romance, he'd suspect he likes defending Philippa. And if Philippa weren't another character in the same series, she'd suspect that her eagerness to help Stirling solve the mystery of the "Poison Pen Letters" had something to do with her detailed consideration of his person, noticing particularly that he's a better-looking man than her husband was.

I don't find it credible. I can believe widows went to jail in Victorian London for having reclaimed their property from unpleasant connections, or that they were released because someone felt an impression that a desk might have a secret compartment, etc., etc. There were poison pen letters circulating ugly rumors, true and false. However, neither of those things produced a great stir, and even when crimes did produce a great stir I don't think it was enough to admit anyone in such a disagreeable position as a policeman, even a Chief Inspector, to the sort of society where Mallory imagines silly women fawning on Stirling.

But perhaps the lack of credibility makes it funnier., We are not actually in Victorian London. We are in some alternate universe with fashion and technology reminiscent of Victorian London. In other words, it's steampunk! Steampunk tends to be entertaining and, if you can forgive the ghosts, this novel qualifies.  

Book Review for 8.8.24: Corn Maze Confession

Title: Corn Maze Confession

Author: Stella Bixby

Date: 2021

Publisher: C.S. Ferry

Quote: "My hair was white for the time being."

Ellie's not a witch exactly, but she's part of that "Charmed" world where people inherit psychic talents the same way they might inherit red hair. Or, in Ellie's case, hair that magically changes color when she's solving a mystery. In this case the mystery involves poisoned flowers. Someone exposed to poisoned flowers attacked someone else at Ellie's corn maze, just before she hit the ground.

This is a short novel intended to attract readers to a series of longer and shorter stories about Ellie, the ice young woman detective with the magical chameleon hair and the very vague psychic sense of when she's closer to or farther from the solution to a mystery. If you're not neck-deep in Book Funnel books alreayd, it may well have its intended effect on you. Look before you leap. If you leap into this series you might have cozy mysteries to read before bed all summer long. 

Book Review for 8.7.24: Code of the West

Title: Code of the West 

Author: Zane Grey

Date: 1934

Publisher: Harper

ISBN: 0-06-100173-2

Length: 359 pages

Quote: "Georgiana May...on her way to Arizona to be cured...of a slight tendency toward tuberculosis and a very great leaning toward indiscriminate flirtation."

Whew. Define "testosterone poisoning" and give an example: Code of the West. Granted, the popular romances of the early twentieth century were all pretty terrible. When I read the kind of fiction that sold when my elders were looking for relationship advice, I'm not so surprised that so many of them earnestly advised my generation not to read novels at all.

But even against that field of awfulness, Grey's reaction to "feminine rant about equality with men" stands out. It's such an egregious example of Masculine Rant that it deservesd to be on high school reading lists. Classes could be marched out to the field, boys accused of excessive or non-consensual eyeballing could  be forced to read lines from the book aloud before being pelted with whatever the cafeteria staff know better than to try to feed the students, and all boys would then kneel down, place their foreheads on the ground, and repeat in chorus, "We're sorry. We're sorry., We're sorry., For all our lives we'll be sorry."

So little Georgie, who played kissing games at parties back in Erie, comes out to spread tuberculosis to Arizona. People did, back then. In a protracted and tedious beginning, Teacher Mary has a little fun with her recent graduates, leading them to believe the sister she's asking one of them to meet at the stagecoach stop might be ten years older than Mary is. Only Cal volunteers to do the decent thing; the other boys go out, though, to nobble his car. They all discover at once that Georgie is ten years younger than Mary. It starts to sound as if it was being written to fill up a minimum word count, but Zane Grey was better than that; he is setting up subplots for a man's version of a Romance. Cal falls n love with Georgie. She's seventeen; he's not much older. He's still the youngest in a large family of older brothers and cousins who have spet their lives Keeping the Child In HIs Place. He can relate to Georgie's adolescent rebellion.

Its most obvious form is being a fashion victim. In the 1920s, after the serious feminist demand for civil rights had gained serious ground came a generation of frivolous girls who thought that what they'd gained was the right to paaar-tay. Georgie's blonde hair is bobbed, and not only do her skirts show her knees but her stockings leave those knees bare to the cactus. That by itself wouldn't be so bad as the corresponding fad the Arizona boys have picked up, in the War: they don't drink alcohol, but they smoke cigarettes! But a generation's refusal to hear what women might actually have been saying had created a "code," according to which Georgie's conformity to unflattering fashions advertised... immodesty!

Modesty, the virtue of not calling attention to oneself, has always been hard to define. In a social circle like the school at Erie from which nobody even asks if Georgie bothered to graduate, modesty might have required that unflattering display of banged-up knees. Not that Georgie would have noticed; she really does lack modesty. What some people don't want to admit is that her lack of modesty does not by itself equal a lack of chastity. Georgie refuses to see any connection between bare knees and making unwanted babies. Well, there's not actually much of one, but if your house is not for sale you don't put  "for sale" sign in the yard.

Anyway Georgie moves in with Mary and is bored. Nobody would propose that a t.b. case would consider a job, but also, at this period, despite documentation that women did work, there was serious opposition to their being paid enough to live on. Mary was probably working twice the hours a man in her position would have worked, and taking home half the wages. Georgie has a serious issue to rebel against, but all she sees is a chance to rebel against the older generation's exaggerated ideas of modesty. She wants to teach Arizona teachers the "latest" dances, the "African" influence of jazz, and introduce makeup, and kissing games!

And of course everyone else is so stifled by those tattered shrouds of misguided "modesdty" that nobody can tell Georgie, in plain English: Kissing games weren't a great sin against chastity in Erie, but they were and are a sin against sanitation. Cal has a real crush on Georgie. Everyone gives it the status of True Love, which Cal might be capable of feeling some day, if he doesn't die of tuberuclosis first. The other boys who flirt, dance, and smooch with Georgie are thinking less of her for not latching on to Cal. Bid Hatfield, a big burly lout who runs with that crowd, has already "insulted" ("code" for groped, if not raped) one of Cal's sisters, and though the brothers haven't said anything to aggravate the sister's violated modesty they're not merely jealous of Bid's apparent attractiveness. Bid is the type who really might decide to "ruin" Georgie and introduce Vice to the little town of Tonto, Arizona. Wouldn't be the first place where lack of respect for women's rights allowed that to happen.

(Do we need a few generations of equal abuse for men? I hope not, but...hit the ground, boys. For all your lives you'll be sorry.)

Some days, Georgie rides around with Cal, learning why real country people always cover their kknees. (Daisy Duke was pure comic fiction.) Grey was on familiar ground, now, writing about the beauty of some parts of Arizona. He dwells on that theme whenever he gets a chance.

Funnily enough...I'm not calling Zane Grey a liar, because other people have photographed and painted all that scenic beauty in Arizona. But I have been in Arizona. Several times. It looked like this.


Mile after mile after mile. And there was always a general agreement that everyone wanted to get out of Arizona as fast as possible. I think one of the main selling points for the idea of air travel was the fear held by many people in Texas and California that YOUR CAR MIGHT BREAK DOWN IN ARIZONA...

But the settlement of Tonto, which does not exist as a town, may have been imagined as existing in what became the Tonto National Park, which is near a watercourse and is the source of many of those "scenic beauty of Arizona" photos.

So Georgie enjoys the scenery and the horses and being a useless pampered dilettante, and Mary is too kind to tell the poor little thing how badly Georgie is cramping Mary's life. The "code" forbids people to talk about things that matter. Money is not talked about. Work is seldom talked about. Sex is not directly talked about. Cal's older brother Enoch, however, wants a wife, and Mary wants a husband, and Georgie's in the way. Mary won't leave her alone; Georgie has no income and apparently no job skills, so she can't go somewhere on her own; Enoch doesn't want her living with him and Mary--so their marriage will just have to wait. 

So all the other young men go along with the dumbest practical joke they've ever played. Why should Cal feel "heartbroken" by the thought o Georgie kissing Bid? Is he afraid of Georgie? What he needs to do is give her a good scare! Get her on to his horse, ride fast to the house he's been spending his time building, bully her into saying "I do" in front of the "Parson," then let her have it: "Mrs. Cal Thurman, I want my supper!"

It works, sort of. Cal throws a screeching, scratching Georgie across his horse, rides fast, and realizes how stupid this prank was when Georgie bumps into an overhanging branch. The lads chortle that she's been adequately "scared" when, barely conscious, she gasps "I do," but Cal will always know she's concussed.

What makes the story worth reading is that Cal understands the situation of a man who has hit a woman all too well. Even incultures that denied women's civil rights, the law of nature has always been: If a man hits a woman while he is awake, for the rest of his life he will never be able to go to sleep with a reasonable expectation of waking up. Far from laughing about having "scared" Georgie, Cal lives in fear of her. Georgie agrees to stay on his little homestead, and do some of the work--there's enough for her to do. Work actually agrees with Georgie. She even starts growing again! She enjoys Cal's company as much as she always had. But he knows that she thinks he hit her, and he leaves his rifle with her and locks himself in an outbuilding, every night, as simple life insurance.

Mary is delighted that Georgie's eloped. Woen teachers' contracts in the early twentieth century often specified that the job would terminate if there were any suspicion of the teacher doing anything like dating. Sometimes things like being seen in an ice cream parlor with a brother were specfied. Enoch and Mary have been quietly eying each other for years. When they hear that Georgie and Cal have eloped, Enoch wants the wedding to be one week after Georgie's. Mary thinks one month after, during the school holidays, would be in better taste. 

So Georgie pretends to be happy with her farce of a marriage until Mary is safely married. Then she can think about her horrible future as a domestic servant in a town where few people can afford one, and she's known to have a Disease. Most of her wages will be paid in the form of "room and board." She will not be well fed. If she really needed to grow another inch, she won't have the chance. The small change that's saved up in her bank account will probably be paid directly to anyone she accepts as a husband. Then she can go on doing domestic drudgery, only without any claim on pocket change as wages. Yes. Women of her generation had more serious things to think about than short skirts and jazz dancing.

Why doesn't Georgie rush forth to embrace her fate? Why does she stay in a beautiful new house, cooking and cleaning and clearing brush, with the best pal she's ever had? Could it be True Love?

"No," the reader will growl, "it could not. They're not even full grown. It might, at best, be Puppy Love."

Well, it's not as if they have a lot of years to enjoy or suffer from it, anyway. Very few people who had tuberculosis in the 1920s survived long enough to be cured with antibiotics in the 1950s. If this story had a base in fact, Grey imight have felt free to publish it when he did after receiving the news that the model for Georgie had coughed up her lungs in, say, 1932.

But it's a romance. She'll have a blissful remission. Cal will convince her that her concussion was an accident, she'll have recovered without noticeable permanent brain damage--not that much she had much of a brain in the first place--and Cal will at least get to have sex with the vampire who's already draining his life. The other young men will enjoy a few good years of cigarette smoking and safe-in-the-sense-of-monogamous sex before they all start coughing blood, too. None of them will ever know why...

God. People. 

Book Review for 8.6.24: Town Called Fury Judgment Day

Continuing the print fiction reading binge...

Title: Town Called Fury Judgment Day 

Author: William W. and J.A. Johnstone

Date: 2007

ISBN: 978-0-7840-2878-8

Length: 216 pages

Quote: "The whites had done nothing to them. But just the fact that they existed was a thorn in Soaring Hawk's--and Lone Wolf's--side."

However unfairly treated, Native Americans were not all uniformly nice people, any more than European immigrants were. So here is an oldfashioned "western" where all the Apache characters are thoroughgoing baddies. All they are there to do is kill White men. Lots of shootouts, arson, murder, and mayhem follow until, in order to save the town of Fury, Sheriff Jason has to fight a duel with Lone Wolf. Jason's wife and sister also take wounds, but, unlike most real Western towns of that time, Fury has a doctor whose patients survive being stitched back together.

Oh, and a happy ending for Jason's sister involves dumping a husband she despises--not watching him grow into a man she can respect, nor yet losing him in the way Victorian families tended to lose weak members. 

I was not thrilled by J.A.'s addition to the Johnstone corpus. Some "western" readers may like it.  

Butterfly of the Week for 8.5.24: Hispaniolan Kite

Eurytides zonaria is called the Hispaniolan (or Haitian) Kite because it is native to Hispaniola island. Most information about it online comes from the half of the island known as the Dominican Republic. It is sometimes found on other northern Caribbean islands and in Florida. It looks almost like a Zebra Swallowtail, only different. 


Photo by Jeimyfilposisa, taken in April in the Dominican Republic.


Photo by Pedrogenarorodriguez, taken in June in the Dominican Republic.

Adult butterflies are primarily pollinators.


This photo by Pedrogenarorodriguez is one of several documenting that zonaria sip nectar from, and thus pollinate, many semitropical flowers. 

It's not hard to find or photograph, but little written information about it has been digitized. The usual bickering has gone on about whether to call it Eurytides, Neographium, or Protographium (and originally it was called Papilio zonaria). Real scientists go out and learn facts about living creatures, and then there are the bores who mooch around at universities quibbling about how they might have evolved out of some other species of living creatures, yeah right. More information is available for ?Eurytides but I checked all three names while writing this post, The IUCN says that it's not known to be threatened, but since it's not actually well known at all, more research is needed.

Papilio zonaria was identified and described, in 1782, as "alis caudatis, nigris, viridi fasciatis maculatisque, posticis subtus linea sanguine." Remarkably little has been added to this description over the years. Walter Rothschild thought some attempts at a more detailed description had confused zonaria with E. marcellinus, E. philolaus, and/or E. celadon, which also have dark wings streaked with a pale color that looks white, blue or green in some lights.

As an example of how poorly known this species is, it's been the subject of one of the great postage-printing errors of all time. The name Eurytides zonaria appears on this stamp...


...though the painter clearly was looking at a completely different butterfly. 

Nicer than some other Kites, these butterflies live in family groups as young caterpillars, and sip water from the same puddles as adults. Mother zonarias don't have to wear themselves out finding a separate host plant for each egg. 


Photo by Jimu96, taken in August. Nobody at Inaturalist was positive about identifying the host plant. 


Jimu96 also found hatchling caterpillars in August. Some are already molting from blackish to brown skins, and that humpbacked look is more conspicuous than it is on some other Swallowtails.

Link Log for 8.14.24

With one link from 8.15.24...

Butterflies 

Note on Monarch populations on the East Coast:


Censorship 

The story could be filed under several other headings. The part we can do something about is the censorship. The Christian-phobic judge doesn't want this dear old lady "spreading inflammatory material" during the election, as it might be by doing her job and paying her fine. Dear me, that does make this disgraceful presidential administration sound like a lot of haters--and cowards, afraid that they'll lose their job if their bigotry and abuse become known--and bullies, picking on a harmless praying grandmother instead of going after the troublemakers who really did break laws during the Censorship Riot. Let's all make sure their bigotry and abuse do become known to every voter in America. 

Wouldn't be a bad idea to start correcting "the January 6" whatever to the proper name of the event, either. It needs to go down in history as THE CENSORSHIP RIOT. Directly caused by censorship, which needs to be better recognized as the aid to criminal activity it really is.


Then...I was listening to the replay of the Trump speech, and I laughed out loud. Has the Biden Administration been an epic fail? Yes. But, has Mean Girl McTackypants been the worst Vice-President in history? Golly. It's not exactly an endorsement but the names of Calhoun, Breckenridge, and the three Johnsons, especially the loathsome Richard, leap to mind. 

And then this came in.


Well, y'know...if you censor the plain people who are not paying to advertise on X, such that we're not even watching, and you keep the flagging mechanism that allows a few Ds to report R posts as spam (or "hateful" or "hurtful"), you know that flagging mechanism is going to work the other way at some point. What goes around, comes around. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoot!

Investments, and Conflicts of Interests

Some things Ilhan Omar's done because of her bothersome Muslim loyalty, some things because she's very young, and some things because they were actually good things to do...but that's a lot of money to have invested in a company that's due for some heavy congressional scrutiny.

Book Review for 8.5.24: Mojave Crossing

Any time it rains, not even to mention any more dramatic form of Weather, my part of the world is subject to power outages. We really need to break up the whole idea of an electric power grid, to have each household tapping into its own battery storage system rather than frying people's computers all over the county when one pole collapses in one mudslide. I currently have a sad little queue of five electronic devices waiting for the right sort of vehicle to drive up so they can go off to see the wizards, the wonderful wizards of Compuworld. Anyway, during one of these power outages, in July, there was enough sunshine for me to be able to read a paperback novel. Here's the review.

Title: Mojave Crossing 

Author: Louis L'Amour

Date: 1964

Publisher: Bantam

ISBN: 0-553-27690-8 (2001 reprint)

Length: 148 pages

Quote: "Seemed like trouble dogged my tracks wherever I put a foot down, and here was I, heading into strange country, running into a black-eyed woman."

Tell Sackett doesn't tell us his whole story all at once. He left Tennessee to join the Union Army and continued going west. His aversion to the black-eyed woman, travelling under the name Dorinda Robiseau, at first seems to spring from his self-identification as "tall and homely." Later he mentions a woman called Ange who's waiting for him. He doesn't think Dorinda Robiseau is using her original name, he tells us, but he's heard names that sounded stranger than that.

Dorinda is not the ideal trail buddy. She doesn't tell a party of men from town that Tell has gone for water, or that the horses and gold she's watching are his. When they get to a settlement, Dorinda considerably ahead of Tell for obvious reasons, Dorinda seems to be close to an older cousin of Tell's, who tells Tell that she's one of "the great courtesans" who have no feelings about men, who are all about money, but he doesn't care. In one scene Dorinda begs Tell to travel further with her, and "I will love you as you've never been loved." In her next scene she points Tell out to his enemies. She's not a sex worker; she's not even the sort of adventuress "courtesan" was being used to imply. She is a Piece Of Work. 

And Tell's another. Only at the end of the book does he reveal why Dorinda, adventuress though she is, has such intense and mixed feelings about him. I don't want to spoil all the suspense, but let's just say that Tell deserves the sort of trail buddy Dorinda's shown herself to be. 

There are the obligatory number of bad men who have to be killed. However, the challenges of travelling across Southern California at this period gets more attention than the fight scenes. Louis L'Amour tells readers what fun he had tracing Tell's course across what became Beverly Hills and Hollywood. If you've ever wanted to visualize that part of California free of its "people-lution," you'll enjoy Mojave Crossing.

Book Review for 8.4.24: God in the Dock

Title: God in the Dock

Author: C.S. Lewis

Date: 1970

Publisher: Eerdmans

ISBN: 0-8028-1456-5

Length: 340 pages plus index

Quote: “The young people today are un-Christian because their teachers have been either unwilling or unable to transmit Christianity to them.”

Most of “the young people” of whom Lewis was writing, in 1946, have died of old age by now. Lewis, who wasn’t young when he died in 1963, never became really rich but left enough of an estate to provide his secretary with a lifelong career of curating his writings. The secretary, Walter Hooper, compiled several collections of Lewis’s short stories, articles, and poems. God in the Dock was the most successful of those.

What readers didn’t like about this collection is that it contains, for their historical value, some of the earlier versions, discussions, and explanations-of-revisions of chapters in Mere Christianity, Miracles, and The Problem of Pain. Not only have we read some of these thoughts before, we’ve read them better written. The articles that were improved into Lewis’s books are valuable, though, to a certain type of reader.

Lewis was one of a whole generation of writers whose superbly rhythmic, readable, quotable prose style was shaped by frequent early exposure to the Bible—though some of them rejected the Bible, as adults, and Lewis himself deadpanned that he didn’t hear anything about the rhythm of “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth” that wasn’t in “At the regatta, Madge avoided the water and the boats.” But that was the point. If Lewis, or contemporaries like H.G. Wells, Dorothy Sayers, or J.R.R. Tolkien, or the older generation from whom they learned, George Bernard Shaw, G.K. Chesterton, or Mark Twain, wouldn’t have automatically chosen the phrasing “At the regatta, Madge avoided the water and the boats,” they would have chosen one that sounded even better. The tin-eared writer of a previous generation might have wrought, “The regatta commencing, Madge, fair daughter Of Bill and likewise Betty, themselves sprung Of Jones’s lineage,” and so on for a few pages of genealogy, “Glanc’d on the sparkling waves, and then retreated To Brownleys’ inn...” The tone-deaf writer of today might report, “In boating news, Joe Smith and crew of the Madge winning the Club Silver Cup; Madeleine ‘Madge’ Jones reported missing earlier, since found at Brownleys’ Tourist Haven, citing nausea as reason for not attending...” Or any number of other things compared to which, yes, although it’s not an especially poetic line, “At the regatta, Madge avoided the water and the boats” is better.

That trained ear, plus a demand for exposition of the basic doctrines of Christianity worldwide, made several writers successful and made Lewis the “giant” among them. He expounded Christian doctrine so well that some of my generation mistook his excellent prose style for direct inspiration from God. It wasn’t. It was the work of a gifted but thoroughly mortal writer who also wrote shorter, hastier articles that he later revised into great books. Lewis did write lines that weren’t the best lines that could possibly have expressed the thoughts in his writing. God in the Dock is a collection of some things he wrote that made readers, or even Lewis himself, turn back to them saying “You can do better than this.” And so he could and so he did.

In God in the Dock we learn that some things that no one else had written, or at least not nearly so well as Lewis so memorably wrote them, were fresh in English because they’d been familiar to older audiences in Latin. We see that there were times, too, when his arguments were logical but wrong; his argument against “priestesses in the Church of England” accurately observes that there is no room for “priestesses” or Goddess cults in Christianity, but overlooks the corollary that, in the apostolic tradition, there was no room for “priests” or male-god cults either. In the great biblical tradition Lewis saw romantic love as an illustration of God’s love for humanity; he accurately accused the majority of men of being “insufficiently masculine” to relate to their wives as God does to the Church, but failed to follow that thought to its logical conclusion that, if the majority of men don’t relate to their wives as God does to the Church, then an appropriate description of God’s love for the Church might be something other than “masculine,” just as it is other than “maternal.” (Could the best word for God’s love be simply “loving”?)

We also get some fresh thoughts that might have been worked up into chapters in books Lewis might have written if he’d lived a great deal longer, but they weren’t; some thoughts and articles are found only here. The title essay is one of them. Lewis was a teacher not a preacher, so he was only occasionally invited to teach ministerial students (“ordinands”) anything about preaching, and wrote relatively little about the problem of evangelical preaching to people who saw themselves as the judges and God as the accused on trial—“in the dock.”

We see that Lewis was more prescient than he knew. Assessing his own Christian writing, he said that his literary and intellectual books might have a function analogous to that of John the Baptist; that Lewis felt unable to write or preach “emotional ‘Come to Jesus’” messages, and thought Britain was due for a visit from someone who could do those well. Lewis, who wasn’t especially fond of Americans as a group (his American wife was unique), had met then-young Billy Graham and liked him, but did not recognize him as the great evangelist of their century.

We learn almost as much about Lewis’s political views as we do from Present Concerns, and although they’re not identical with the views of this web site, we believe Lewis would have approved of this web site’s political strategy. (I don't think anyone at this web site would have liked Lewis much in the flesh, but oh, what an e-friend he would have been!)

Book Review for 8.2.24: Afraid of the Dark

Title: Afraid of the Dark

Author: H.P. Mallory

Date: 2014

Quote: "I almost felt as if the house and I were buddies."

Retired building contractor Hank thinks Peyyton's house is beyond hope. He's retired at forty-eight because his first wife died in an accident on oen of his construction sites, so he doesn't want to work with Peyton either. But she's an attractive divorcee who obviously misses sharing a bed, though she insists she does not miss her husband.

Fortunately Peyton flies all her red flags, confiding to Hank about her istory of drug use, the ex's having helped her sober up as a sort of mission project and apparently identified sobriety with being a quiet church lady, her urge to reclaim her inner party animal. It's not the house that's beyond all hope. It's Hank.

But, romantic though sharing a job can be, they find things in the old house that distract them from their mutual attraction. Someone papered some of the walls inside the house with reports of a series of murders committed about a hundred years ago. As Peyton saves the papers and reads the story, she starts dreaming about a charming French-American policeman from that time period. He flirts with her and encourages her interest in the house's history. This leads Peyton into a Ouija board session, in which the board spells out the victims' names and then goes into a countdown that supposedly indicates that a malevolent spirit is trying to get at the living people present. So she rushes out to start a "cleansing" ritual, buying a "gris-gris" bag from a punker who seems to despise her for not being a voodoo practitioner already--embarrassed by own lack of knowledge, I'd guess. But, before the cleansing, she goes out to dinner with Hank...

To find out how the cleansing ceremony goes, readers will have to buy the next book. To find out how Hank and Peyton resolve their differences and get married, they'll have to buy the five-book series.

If you're willing to suspend disbelief in ghosts and voodoo, otherwise this short novel has much to recommend it. Mallory wrote like the published professional she wanted to be, ten years ago, and has become by now. Thehistorical mystery is fact-based. The characters are credible,. The atmosphere is delightful. Of course, the novel's being reviewed by a person who fell in love with a co-worker on a construction site doesn't hurt anything, but I tried to exclude that from consideration. I really tried. Like Hank tries to keep a level head about Peyton and her house, in the novel, I tried.

How you feel about cliff-hanger serial fiction is, of course, up to you. 

Book Review: Maid of Honor Meets Best Man

Title: Maid of Honor Meets Best Man 

Author: Willow Finn

Date: 2024

Quote: "Caleb had already arrived...with plans to have the bridesmaids and groomsmen meet."

Caleb and Stacey are an unusually generous couple. They've rented large, spacious accommodations for a week of fun and games in exchange for their friends doing more than stand in the church with them at the wedding ceremony. It's almost as if they think Maverick, the sensible organized best man, and Maria, the chattery, impulsive maid of honor, need to get to know each other. But of course nobody would expect people so different, even if both of them do seem to enjoy organizing the party for everyone else, could like each other...not, at least, unless the person is a serious believer in physical attraction as an aid to True Love. 

It's a sweet romance so you know how it will go. Maria has a sort of job, helping a friend make and sell designer purses, but nothing she can't do online if she happens to fall in love. We don't see her working or having a life of her own. We see all the details of organizing a wedding and a week-long party, shared by a couple who we can believe are going to become Partners for Life--possibly in a wedding-planning or travel-planning job. 

I've found other stories and characters by this author more appealing but, if you like planning social events, you'll love this one. Some readers have been waiting for the Idaho setting, too.  

Hemileuca Magnifica: Post for 8.1.24

Last week's moth article uncovered a researcher who was determined not to regard H. latifascia as a subspecies of either artemis or nevadensis, although most researchers do. This week we consider H. magnifica, sometimes considered a subspecies of hera but, perhaps because the moth is so eye-catching, Google still yields dozens of links (Yahoo says there are 17,600) to pages whose authors consider magnifica a separate species. Whatever. As we have seen by now, the Hemileucas seem to defy our idea of what a species is. 


Photo by Stephanie N.

Magnifica live in Colorado and eat mostly sagebrush, sometimes snacking on plants in the genus Eriogonum. Their black and white wings usually span a little more than three inches. Like the smaller Hemileucas, they often fold up their wings and look smaller.


Photo b Matthew Priebe.

Some scientists think the "magnificent" wings of silk moths make it easier to flap unpredictably about, as they do when they suspect they're being attacked. Silk moths' wings are actually too big for maximum speed and maneuverability in flight, which is demonstrated by the sphinx moths, but they are good for flapping and fluttering in that indecisive way that can be so frustrating to a hungry bat.

Moths do much of their communication by scent, recognizing many scents humans seem unable to smell at all. We don't know what the female magnifica smells like though the chemicals humans have been able to identify in Hemileuca moth scents include some "fresh, clean" scents. A few spiders have the ability to mimic Hemileuca scents and lure male moths into their webs. Male magnifica seemed to be very vulnerable to this deception. That's just another way nature makes it hard for the silk moths to multiply.

Their life history was recorded by Stone, Swift, and Peiglrr in 1988. 

Adult moths begin seeking a mate as soon as their wings have unfolded. Unlike some other Hemileucas, females usually perch in the lower branches of a sagebrush plant while they are "calling" with their scent, and instead of flying for a quarter-hour or half-hour after mating, they climb higher up the same plant to lay their eggs.

Mother moths lay eggs in clusters around a sagebrush twig. Magnifica often lives through most of two years, spending one winter dormant as an egg, the next winter dormant as a pupa. The first egg cluster contains 50 to 75 eggs; later egg clusters, 30 to 35 eggs each. They live five to seven days after emerging from the pupa. During this time the female moth produces a total of, on average, probably 175 to 200 eggs. A female needs to mate only once. Male moths continue trying to mate every day if they find a female every day, but seem unlikely to get the chance since each female may attract over a hundred males and will mate with only one of them.

They fly in the daytime and roost on sagebrush at night. Early in the morning they sit on the top of the sagebrush plant and bask in the morning sun. 


Photo by Pete Thompson.

Eggs hatch in May in New Mexico, June in Colorado. 

Caterpillars live in a cluster at first, gradually growing bigger and feeling a need to move out on their own. Their backs and sides are covered with bristles, each of which contains about as much venom as a bee sting. They use their bristles to maintain a close but breathable distance during the first three instars of their lives. Before molting into the fourth caterpillar skin, they become solitary animals. During the day they alternate between looking for the most succulent leaves at the top of the plant, in the sun, and the coolest places on the plant, in the shade. Their defensive behavior also changes as they mature; in the second and third instars they use the head-thrashing (and self-induced purging?) routine to confuse or disgust possible predators; by the fourth instar they drop to the ground and roll up with their bristles out to punish possible predators. They usually go through six instars, sometimes seven.

The base color is a dark blackish or purplish brown. White spots cover more of the skin surface as the caterpillars mature. The bristles form a double row of rosettes on the back with branching birstles on the sides and toward each endo of the caterpillar. As caterpillars and as moths magnifica look similar to hera but are half again as big. No clear photo of a magnifica caterpillar was available for this post. Stone et al. include a black-and-white photo showing that, while observation over their lifetime shows that these are dark brown caterpillars with black and yellow bristles and white speckles on their skin, they photograph as whitish caterpillars with dark patches on the skin and dark bristles.

Even more than other Hemileucas, magnifica seem vulnerable to fungus infections. If reared indoors they need a special full-spectrum "Gro-Light" and lots of air and space. 

Robins have been known to eat magnifica caterpillars, but most of the predators holding this species in check are smaller than the caterpillars are. Tachinid flies and several kinds of small wasps parasitize the caterpillars, preventing them from maturing and reproducing. 

By midsummer they are ready to pupate. They burrow an inch or two into the ground to shed the last caterpillar skin and spend the winter in the pupal form. They may spend two winters, and the summer in between, in pupation. 

In support of the claim that magnifica is a distinct species, Stone, Swift, and Peigler say that subspecies usually occur in different places with intermediate forms found on the borders between their ranges, while hera and magnifica are distinguishable by size at all points of their ranges. The most obvious difference is size, and individuals reach the just-over-two-inches size or the just-over-three-inches size.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Things I Wish More People Talked About Openly

Topic suggested by Long & Short Reviews: 


Sometimes I wish more people talked openly about our glyphosate reactions. Most people do have a consistent pattern of reactions to this ubiquitous chemical, though many people don't recognize it. Most people don't think of themselves as chemical-sensitive. With glyphosate, especially, people's reactions can include almost anything. Glyphosate affects humans most directly by killing friendly bacteria in our digestive systems. Nobody feels that happening, directly. What we feel may be noticeable minutes or hours later and usually involves a physical weak point. Our weak points may have causes and triggers that have nothing to do with glyphosate, yet exposure to glyphosate triggers reactions that may be more serious than our reactions to the original causes or triggers. 

People often say, "I used 'Roundup' for years and I never noticed a reaction." They might feel offended if they were told that others noticed their reactions, though that may be the case. Glyphosate reactions can include mental confusion, learning disabilities, and mood swings. They can also include tiresome little physical reactions that people think they're concealing from others, like stomach gas, an unsteady walk or a stiffness that makes us "look old," blurred vision, or shaky hands. 

People who are being paid by chemical companies often say, "The (corporate-sponsored) 'science' says glyphosate has very low toxicity..." That's based on animal studies that selected for the species least likely to show reactions, and when you look at the actual studies, anyway, the studies show that most animals DID show reactions, but each animal's reaction was different so each reaction could be described as statistically insignificant. Thousands of animals suffered and died to get those cherry-picked results showing that at least the animals didn't all develop the same kind of cancer. I've debated on this topic, before the corporations prevailed on Twitter to block the topic from view, and "won"--once even in a language I don't actually speak. Corporations have spent a lot of time choosing statistics that seem to support the conclusions they want, but however well the numbers may seem to add up, those statistics do not accurately reflect reality. The facts are pretty clear to an open mind, and they just don't support the conclusions the corporations want them to support. 

My clinching argument is: "If (name of corporation) really believes glyphosate is safe, they can always test a half-dozen samples from any patient who has an internal bleeding disorder and see whether the level of glyphosate in each sample correlates with the level of bleeding." I say that because my observation of my celiac disease certainly does show a correlation--deadly precise. I believe that, if there are patients whose internal bleeding varies and is not correlated with glyphosate exposure, it would be worthwhile to find out what is going on inside them, so the corporations really ought to fund those tests. They can afford it; glyphosate has been incredibly profitable. But for some strange reason no chemical company has ever funded any such studies. They prefer to cling to their studies of mice and dogs.

It should be noted, though, that there is a well documented pattern in which some fertile females, of many species including humans, don't react to various toxins because their bodies store toxins in placentas of what then come out as defective, often stillborn offspring. There is also one in which people who don't show immediate reactions to various toxins tend to be the ones who, perhaps because they're more likely to expose themselves to greater levels of those toxins, develop cancer later on. Some people really don't show immediate glyphosate reactions. I don't think those people can be considered lucky.

And it's hard to tell when we've been exposed to glyphosate. Food manufacturers refuse to test for it (tests are expensive) or warn us about it on labels; many foods, including "natural, healthy" favorites like celery, strawberries, and spinach, are still likely to contain enough glyphosate to make people sick. Very few restrictions have been placed on people's spraying glyphosate into air and water. "Roundup" sold for "lawn care" has a trademark scent that breaks down quickly in the air and, if it's noticed, is easily mistaken for cut grass and/or pool chlorine. (This scent is produced by a chemical that's been shown to be toxic all by itself.) Glyphosate sold for public or agricultural use has no odor or taste. Home gardeners very often sell or share food they believe they have "organically grown," but the food products have absorbed enough glyphosate from routine spraying of nearby road verges that they still make people sick. Tracing the source of glyphosate exposure can make people feel that the situation is hopeless.

Finally, as the Vicious Pesticide Cycle completes its round, farmers are observing that spraying glyphosate actually breeds more kudzu, jimsonweed, and Spanish Needles. Corporations have had to Do Something. What Bayer ("Weasels of the world, unite") has done is to bring out New Roundup for "lawn care," which is supposed to be a weaker solution of glyphosate, and New Roundup for farm use, which is a fearful concoction of glyphosate plus four more "active" poisons, some new and some known carcinogens. Exposure to New Roundup (for farm use) is generally agreed to be an unpleasant experience for anybody. I described my first reaction as "measles and mononucleosis and food poisoning, all at once." That's a description most people who are old enough to remember measles seem to relate to. People who didn't notice reactions to plain glyphosate notice reactions to New Roundup.

Nobody wants to talk about their glyphosate reactions. When they're not little things we want to believe nobody's ever noticed that we have, they're disgusting, like the celiac and pseudo-celiac reactions that have been more frequently reported every year since glyphosate's been on the market. If polite people have to mention celiac reactions, all they're ever going to say toward defining their terms is "Look it up." They're certainly not a topic people would want to bring up on a date, or in a job interview, or in a sales presentation, or at church, or on any social occasion. If we call friends and say "Do you have five minutes to talk about recurring, disgusting symptoms?" most people will probably say "Isn't there anything else at all you'd rather talk about?" 

That's what the corporations are banking on, as they continue frantically marketing glyphosate while paying off the cancer victims. Bayer is actually pushing "Roundup" in order to have enough money to pay the cancer victims! And these corporations have leaned heavily on news media and social media companies to suppress this whole topic. And they have smeared, harassed, even physically attacked people who persist in talking about it.

So, are we going to let the corporations get away with that? If you don't want to let the corporations keep selling poisons while knowing they cause chronic disease symptoms and contribute to cancer, then you need to have those unpleasant conversations. They're disgusting...and they're embarrassing...and they just might save the life of someone close to you. We have to keep talking to each other, and putting pressure on health care providers and on elected officials, to get glyphosate and similar poisons banned. 

Regular readers know that celebrities have talked and are talking about these topics--although what they've said is being suppressed. The Glyphosate Awareness movement has room for everybody--entertainers like Neil Young, politicians like Robert Kennedy, activists like Ralph Nader, as well as universities like Purdue and, not to suggest that they have any business dictating policy to any government, the World Health Organization. (If the Devil had a body, that body would probably have glyphosate reactions and we'd have room for it in Glyphosate Awareness...WHO is the next thing.) 

Glyphosate Awareness is a grassroots movement, NOT an organization that raises funds/ I don't want your money and I'll denounce anyone who does (though writers have a right to ask people to pay for books, and politicians have a right to ask people to donate to campaign funds--those are separate things from Glyphosate Awareness). We want your activity. We have documents; you can find them online (a good curated collection of documents in one place is at MomsAcrossAmerica.org) or order printed copies, at cost, from this web site. We ask you to share the information in these documents in ways that seem right to you.

In fact, because people in Glyphosate Awareness have been smeared, harassed, and attacked, I recommend that students and parents maintain a low profile when sharing this information. If I live another fifty years, I'll still have a long list of things to do, and if I die tomorrow, I'll still have had a longer and better life than most humans ever had. I can take the heat. Robert Kennedy can. Vandana Shiva can. If you're over age 50, you can too. If you still have, or still think you might have, children at home, we want you to share information and sign petitions, but you need to raise those children first. 

Book Review for 8.1.24: Suspected Ingredient

Title: Suspected Ingredient 

Author: Stella Dorn

Date: 2023

Quote: "You poisoned my husband!"

It's the worst nightmare of everyone who's dreamed of starting a nice little bakery, or cafe, or bar...the man was old enough that the police didn't seem to think his death needed investigation, but his widow knows he had some sort of food poisoning., After eating one of Sienna Monroe's most popular baked treats, the chocolate croissant. 

Sienna, also a widow, calmly hears the accuser out and calls for an investigation. And, yes, the man was poisoned. Someone put cyanide in her croissant. The only way she can defend her honor is to find out who it was.

This is one cozy mystery that I think is worth reading by serious people who want to prepare for situations that could arise in real life, not only people (like my late husband) who enjoy solving a little puzzle before bed. What happens to Sienna never happens to most people who start their own restaurants, but it's worth "wargaming" and thinking about how one would cope. I'm not sure I believe Sienna's conciliation skills; I do admire them.