Pilfering the NIH for missile-money

It’s been one of those days — long boring meeting that ate up most of my morning, and then off to the dentist. I have a cavity. I’m getting it fixed in November. My patience is a little thin today.

So this news has me shaking mad.

On September 3, Bhattacharya’s NIH signed an “interagency agreement” with Hegseth’s Department of War, transferring Congressionally-mandated NIH patient research funding into Trump’s failing war machine.

That guy doesn’t get enough attention, or hatred: he’s a rotten anti-vax grifter who coasted into a cushy position as head of the NIH on RFK jr’s coattails. He’s despicable in every way possible, and is recognized as an incompetent stooge for the Trump administration. And now, after cheerfully starving American scientists of research funds, this guy is stealing more from the budget to fund the pointless, failed war on Iran.

The U.S. Department of Defense already has a pretty healthy budget compared to the National Institutes of Health. For fiscal year 2027, the Trump administration has requested a $1.5 trillion budget for the DoD—about 36 times the budget that it’s requested for the NIH. Yet, in the first week of August, the Pentagon and the NIH quietly established an agreement that would allow even more funds—potentially billions of dollars worth—to go from the NIH to the Pentagon.

Why would the director of the NIH voluntarily cut his own budget to feed a doomed war in Iran? Because he’s a hack, a tool who only holds his position as long as he is obedient.

I have a long list of people I want to see queued up for the guillotine once Trump is out of power. Trump is first, obviously. RFK jr is second. But Jay Bhattacharya is third in line, and I will be cheering as I dip an handkerchief in his blood for a souvenir. Those three bear the most responsibility for the destruction of American science, although they also have many helpers.

No mercy.

You know Fall is here when…

…the crabapples drop.

This is the path I take to work, which is bracketed by some crabapple trees on either side, and at this time of year it is covered with little red crabapples.

It gets swept occasionally, but those are extraordinarily productive trees, and my walk is through that squishy, slippery mess. I tend to step in the barer spots, so I kind of dance my way across it, but bicyclists go straight through the middle, leaving a trail of flattened apples. What you can’t see in this photo is the sickly-sweet smell of rotting sour apples, or the tremendous swarms of flies and wasps gorging themselves in a gluttonous orgy.

It’s not pleasant, but soon enough it will be replaced sheets of snow over ice. I prefer the rotten apples.

Ha ha, meaty overlords, take your punishment

I woke up this morning to the joy of raging schadenfreude. I live in a scarlet part of the state, where despite having a vivid blue island in the middle of it (the university), the whole region happily turned out to vote for Trump. They didn’t care that he was a grifter, or that he’d bankrupted all of his businesses, or that he was a rapist, all they cared about was that he’d be sticking it to the libs and all those non-heterosexual and non-white people. They didn’t care until they discovered that he was also going to stick it to them.

I opened my internet feed this morning to discover all the MAGAs whining that that their cattle farms are going broke and that they have to sell their beef wholesale on TikTok, and all my fellow blues chortling and confronting them with the brutal question, “who did you vote for?”

Farming is important, and we should support agriculture, but we’re at this point in history where if you were a rancher, you were almost definitely a Republican and most often a hardcore far right freak. It’s an occupation that typically required only capital, and often inherited capital at that, and minimal education. And now they’ve helped elect a president who doesn’t understand basic economics and will take the farmers’ support for granted.

Dairy farmers aren’t much better. My county is about to get a massive influx of cows, to produce an excess of milk, and no one is asking who benefits. It won’t be us. We get to deal with the stench and the flies and the depleted aquifers, while someone reaps the profits.

At least I still get to chortle a little bit, since I’m a vegetarian and am not in the market for dead animal parts. We don’t drink milk at my house, only a little almond milk. I feel like my dietary habits have become an assault on Nazis.

I’m about to go to the store this morning to buy vegetables and beans…FOR GREAT JUSTICE!

The secret abilities of plants

Today I learned something that surprised me: plants that mimic other plants. The question is…how?

Seven years ago, Gianoli and Carrasco-Urra reported on their discovery of Boquila trifoliolata (Lardizabalaceae), a woody vine from temperate rainforests of southern Chile, capable of complex leaf mimicry, when leaves of up to three different host plants were mimicked by leaves of one B. trifoliolata plant. However, according to a side-by-side published commentary, the absence of any plausible hypothesis for such a phenomenon makes this report unexplainable and mysterious.

Gianoli and Carrasco-Urra preferred some chemical volatile signals released from the host plants, which would allow the B. trifoliolata to mimic leaves of host plants. As an alternative proposal, they also speculated that horizontal gene transfer between host plant and Boquila vine, mediated perhaps via airborne microbes, might allow this leaf mimicry. They proposed this scenario because B. trifoliolata leaves mimic the nearest foliage, irrespective if these leaves are from the host plants or some other neighboring plants.

Interesting ideas, and I find them very reasonable. Sure, horizontal gene transfer, of the diffusion of morphogenetic signals — that seems plausible, initially, when I didn’t know the degree of mimicry. These plants copy the shapes of leaves, and the degree and pattern of venation. That seems a bit much to attribute to the chance transfer of multiple genes, or picking up signals that change or modify the plant’s intrinsic signals. The authors of this paper propose a surprising alternative: the plants are watching other plants in their neighborhood, and copying them visually.

No way, I thought. Plants don’t have eyes. How do they see? Let’s skip right past that minor anatomical difficulty — maybe we can return to that issue another day — and instead block the possibility of genetic or developmental signaling. They came up with a delightfully simple experiment.

we have been given a rare opportunity to test plant vision in more detail. The simplest way to test the vision hypothesis with the B. trifoliolata would be to see if it would mimic a non-living leaf shape from an artificial plant. In this study, B. trifoliolata was exposed to the artificial plastic plant with a characteristic leaf shapes. The results of this study show that this is indeed the case as leaves of B. trifoliolata mimicked leaves of the artificial plant. Hopefully, this report will stimulate more experiments in future to improve our understanding of the plant sensory abilities.

Surprise! Organic Boquila leaves copied plastic leaves to varying degrees!

Leaf shapes in Boquila trifoliolata. (a) Non-mimic leaf, with three lobes, dense vascular network. (b) Mimic leaf, with a single lobe in the apex, less dense vascular network. Red asterisks shows examples of free-ending veinlets.

Now I’m confused…how do they do that? I haven’t thought of any alternatives, yet. I welcome your speculations.

Until I have a better explanation, though, I’m going to have to cover the houseplants.

Putting on my prophet hat again

Another prediction: He won’t show any shame

I am compelled to make a prediction about Ken Paxton of Texas, who is running for the Senate.

Paxton, the Republican nominee for U.S. Senate, reported owning seven homes…

Stop right there. Seven homes? Who needs 7 homes? I have ONE, and I was quite proud of the fact that I have paid it off before my retirement. I figure I’m not rich, but am moderately self-sufficient and financially stable, but now I’m question that. What are people doing with seven homes?

Paxton, the Republican nominee for U.S. Senate, reported owning seven homes but said he earned no income from any. Yet all but one was listed for rent during the reporting periods, and some current residents and neighbors at those addresses confirmed that the properties were rented, the news organizations found. Receiving income and not reporting it is a violation of federal disclosure law, three ethics experts said.

Oh. He’s a landlord. I guess if I had 7 homes, that’s what I’d have to do with 6 of them, but I wouldn’t be proud of that.

And he didn’t bother reporting them, and further, LIED to say he received no income from them? I wouldn’t do that. I’d declare everything openly, and would maintain and pay taxes on them, which would probably mean I’d be selling them off as quickly as I could. Paxton, though, doesn’t believe in ethical behavior.

Which leads to my prediction. Ken Paxton, endorsed by Trump, will be Texas’s next senator. And by this accomplishment, you will know that Texas, and perhaps the rest of the country is well, is so corrupt that we’re going to need to plow it with salt and eject it from the Union.

Maybe Mexico could do something with the real estate.

Oh no! A schism!

I hate you both equally, boys

How dreadful that an organization of polite, well-dressed people are experiencing a disruptive division. They’re such thoughtful people!

For a gathering of people devoted to denouncing the inferiority of blacks and sounding the alarm about civilization-threatening Muslims, the biannual conferences thrown by the New Century Foundation, publisher of the racist newsletter American Renaissance, are decidedly genteel affairs. Men dress in suits and ties, women in formal business attire, and there are no uniformed skinheads or Klansmen to be seen. Large plasma television screens, Starbucks coffee spreads and fancy linens adorn the hotel meeting hall. Epithets have no place here.

The article continues with an anecdote about a speaker, David Duke, saying There is a power in the world that dominates our media, influences our government and that has led to the internal destruction of our will and spirit (you know who he’s talking about!), prompting a member of the audience to rise up and shout, You fucking Nazi, you’ve disgraced this meeting!, before walking out. It’s a schism between the people who hate brown people and Muslims, and the people who hate brown people, Muslims, and Jews. They’re all fucking Nazis.

This extraordinary incident marked the beginning of an open rift between those on the radical right who see blacks, Hispanics and Muslims as the primary enemy, and those who say “the Jews” are ultimately behind every evil — a split that has usually stayed just below the surface but now threatens a leading institution of American extremism. While in the past he has managed to bridge this divide mainly by ignoring it, American Renaissance founder Jared Taylor now must finally come to terms with the split. His dilemma boils down to this: Throw out the anti-Semites and try to build a larger movement with electoral possibilities like those increasingly seen in Britain and Germany; or openly join hands with the very energetic neo-Nazis even though that means the loss of any remaining shred of respectability.

I suggest that we throw out the whole deplorable, bigoted mishegoss of American Renaissance. It’s a battle between two giants of racism, David Duke and Jared Taylor, both of them contemptible and repulsive, and we’re supposed to care which one wins the struggle for dominance? Sure, Taylor is less aggressively anti-semitic, but that doesn’t matter in the long run — if the organization is shaped in his image, it will still be white nationalist, and eventually it will be purebred Nazi. There isn’t a meaningful hair of difference between the two.

The attack of the mega-farm!

A local dairy proposed building the largest herd of cows in the entire state of Minnesota right here in my county — a massive enterprise that would suck our aquifer dry and turn the water into giant stinking fecal pools that will breed more flies. Much of the local population is opposed, and Riverview Dairy has never made a case for why we need so much milk. I was motivated to attend a packed meeting of Stevens County officials where they were considering giving the dairy a permit.

The outcome of the meeting was that the county officials did not issue a permit, but adjourned to think about it. At the time, I made a prophecy.

In the end, a small group of old white men, the planning commission, will retreat into a meeting room and make the decision, and I predict that they will decide that Riverview doesn’t need any more studies of their environmental impact. The county has a total population of 10,000, and this one dairy operation will be pumping out waste equivalent to the output of a city of 750,00 people, but we’ll just let them do their thing and then find out the consequences. Short-sightedness will win again.

Am I a true prophet? The Land Stewardship Project shares the latest news.

On Tuesday, Sept. 1, Stevens County officials approved Riverview’s conditional use permit for the proposed West River Dairy expansion near Morris. This decision largely clears the way for what will become the largest concentrated animal feeding operation (CAFO) in Minnesota history. Once completed, this 18,855-cow facility will be more than 60 times the size of the average Minnesota dairy.

The county’s approval comes after farmers and other rural residents expressed deep concerns over the past several months about the potential environmental and economic impacts of this facility. More than 1,400 people submitted official public comments about West River Dairy to the Minnesota Pollution Control Agency (MPCA), and 1,140 people signed LSP’s petition calling for a full environmental impact statement (EIS).

Despite deep community concerns regarding incomplete local water data, massive water usage (319 million gallons per year), and 250 million gallons of liquid manure storage near impaired waterways, local officials declined to impose protective groundwater conditions. We are deeply disappointed in the county commissioners’ decision.

I have a gift.