Thursday, April 30, 2009

Will Swine Flu Be an Economic Tipping Point?



Pandemics have been with us for a long time, are ongoing, and have never gone away.

Anyone heard of malaria, HIV, cholera, or tuberculosis?

All are huge killers, with millions dying every year across the globe, and no one blinks.

Regular-old influenza is a seasonal pandemic we have already normalized.

Consider this: in the average year, 30,000 to 50,000 people die in the U.S. from the flu, and across the globe the death toll is about 20 to 30 times that.

Ho hum. Let us bury the dead, stay calm and carry on.

So what's new about the swine flu pandemic that has everyone aflutter?

Well for one thing, the speed of transmission is pretty darn impressive.

A hat tip to the airlines and mass transit which have helped make that possible.

Another issue is that this stuff may be pretty virulent. We don't have a good denominator to work with yet, so we're not sure, but there's some small sign this strain of flu might be a bit stronger than the stuff we normally see. That, combined with the speed of transmission, gives epidemiologists a reason to worry.

The good news is that we are not living in the world of 1918.

We have better communications, better monitoring abilities, and more health care interventions than we did back then.

The bad news is that today's flu is being spread much faster, and our vaccine-producing technologies are still very old-fashioned, very slow, and very labor-intensive.

The bottom line here is that there is no way to make enough vaccine to stop a pandemic once it begins to really roar down the track.

We will just have to ride it out.

Another bit of bad news is that our crowded world has become a particularly flu-friendly place, and we are likely to see more of this kind of thing in the future.

As a 2005 article entitled "Preparing for the Next Pandemic, put it:


It is sobering to realize that in 1968, when the most recent influenza pandemic occurred, the virus emerged in a China that had a human population of 790 million, a pig population of 5.2 million, and a poultry population of 12.3 million; today, these populations number 1.3 billion, 508 million, and 13 billion, respectively. Similar changes have occurred in the human and animal populations of other Asian countries, creating an incredible mixing vessel for viruses.

Another bad sign
is that the current flu epidemic appears to be striking a disproportionately high number of healthy people between the ages of 18 and 40 years, which suggests a virus-induced "cytokine storm" may be occurring inside today's swine flu victims.

In a cytokine storm, the human immune system is pushed over the edge, and an auto-immune "do-loop" leads to acute respiratory distress syndrome, and that can lead to the kind of death knell numbers we saw back in 1918. As Michael Osterholm noted back in 2005:

If we translate the rate of death associated with the 1918 influenza virus to that in the current population, there could be 1.7 million deaths in the United States and 180 million to 360 million deaths globally.

So should we all be freaking out?

  • No.


  • Yes.

Paradoxically, both answers can be true at the same time.


The chance of any one individual actually dying from swine flu, even under a worst-case scenario, is not very high.

That's the good news.

Relax.

The bad news is that a real pandemic could lead to schools and offices shutting down, restrictions on airplane travel, and a shuttering of subway and train lines.

Add to that economic catastrophe, a further drop in productivity due to people getting sick, and well people being forced to stop work in order to take care of family members who are sick, and the undertow of an economic vortex could be set in motion.

Panic!


What if the next pandemic were to start tonight? If it were determined that several cities in Vietnam had major outbreaks of H5N1 infection associated with high mortality, there would be a scramble to stop the virus from entering other countries by greatly reducing or even prohibiting foreign travel and trade. The global economy would come to a halt, and since we could not expect appropriate vaccines to be available for many months and we have very limited stockpiles of antiviral drugs, we would be facing a 1918-like scenario.

.... we could vaccinate fewer than 500 million people — approximately 14 percent of the world's population. And owing to our global "just-in-time delivery" economy, we would have no surge capacity for health care, food supplies, and many other products and services. For example, in the United States today, we have only 105,000 mechanical ventilators, 75,000 to 80,000 of which are in use at any given time for everyday medical care; during a garden-variety influenza season, more than 100,000 are required. In a pandemic, most patients with influenza who needed ventilation would not have access to it.

We have no detailed plans for staffing the temporary hospitals that would have to be set up in high-school gymnasiums and community centers — and that might need to remain in operation for one or two years. Health care workers would become ill and die at rates similar to, or even higher than, those in the general public. Judging by our experience with the severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS), some health care workers would not show up for duty. How would communities train and use volunteers? If the pandemic wave were spreading slowly enough, could immune survivors of an early wave, particularly health care workers, become the primary response corps?

Health care delivery systems and managed-care organizations have done little planning for such a scenario

Bottom line: An already weakened global economy could be pushed into a very serious free fall.

... Or not.

After all, as I noted at the beginning of this post, the world is being assailed by "pandemics" all the time, and yet we, as a species, continue to roll forward without too much of a hitch in our giddy up.

Death? That old thing?

Who cares about AIDS, or cholera, or malaria?

Let's talk about something interesting, like Mel Gibson's divorce.

Of course, that will change quickly if over-educated white people start dying by the train full. Then it really will be time to panic!

That said, I seriously doubt that swine flue will be the Last Waltz.

Let us remind ourselves, however, that unless we change the way we do business, there will be a Last Waltz some day, and disease will be part of that.

As Issac Asimov noted in a speech entitled "The Future of Humanity,"


"There is no need to decide whether to stop the population increase or not.

There is no need to decide whether the population will be lowered or not.

It will, it will!

The only thing mankind has to decide is whether to let it be done in the old inhumane method that nature has always used, or to invent a new humane method of our own [i.e. family planning and birth control].

That is the only choice that faces us; whether to lower the population catastrophically by a raised death rate, or to lower it humanely by a lowered birth rate.

And we all make the choice."

Right.

Or as I like to put it: "If we continue to breed like rats, then one day we are sure to die like flies."

In the interim, however, please pass the bacon.

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Compassion


Compassion for others was from a photo taken
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Juicy Fruit


Strawberries translated means juicy fruit.
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Punked by a "Cornell" Press Release


A taxidermied museum specimen.

It sounded like amazing news.

The Cornell Lab of Ornithology reported that the long thought extinct, Carolina Parakeet has been REDISCOVERED in Honduras.

Long believed to be extinct,--the Carolina Parakeet, North America's only member of the parrot family -- has been discovered in the Rio Platano Biosphere Reserve in the Mosquitia region of northeastern Honduras ... A full report is due to be Published in the journal Science in the April issue. The findings include multiple sightings of the long thought to be extinct parakeet as well as preliminary data collected from an male bird tracked through radio telemetry. The evidence was gathered during an intensive year-long search in the Rio Platano Biosphere Reserve (RPBR) involving more than 50 experts and field biologists working together as part of the Parakeet Conservation Partnership, led by the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology at Cornell University and The Nature Conservancy.

"The bird we currently have in captivity, the individuals we have seen in the wild and the male we are tracking through telemetry are absolutely the Carolina Parakeet" said Hubin Tubbs, the Science article's lead author. "We know from historical data that the Carolina Parakeet was migratory to this general region. There must have been individuals that did not migrate and they have formed a small but viable non-migratory population all this time."


A few more minutes of research, and I discovered the sad truth -- the whole thing was (is) an April Fool's Day joke.

Which would be fine, if the damn press release was not still up.

Which it is.

And perhaps this is not such a funny joke.

You see, Cornell was complicit in the Ivory Bill Woodpecker fiasco a few years ago.

The "rediscovery" of the Ivory Bill in Arkansas now appears to be either: 1) a hoax perpetrated by folks trying to preserve land along the White Water River, or; 2) a genuine misidentification due to what the New York Times has referred to as "faith based ornithology."

Either way, it was (and is) a black eye for the Cornell Ornithology Lab.

So where does the April 1st press release come from?

No clue. It is up on a "Google Docs" account, which should have been my first clue that there was a problem with the story.

A genuine Cornell logo and a few email addresses from The Nature Conservacy and Cornell, plus a very straight-forward presentation of the story, had me fooled, however.

It all sounded plausible, and I wanted to believe. And, truth be told, I did not look at the date on the press release.

Too bad it's just another chain-pull that rips a hole in the heart.

Thanks for that, whoever you are....

Gun Nuts & Zombies Come to the Aid of the HSUS



Sometimes I think no one embarrasses ethical hunters more often than right wing reactionaries.

A case in point: the right wing reactionary nuts who are now bashing Rush Limbaugh because he did a Public Service Announcement for the Humane Society of the U.S.

Now, I think regular readers of this blog know three things:

  1. I defend ethical hunting 100% of the time, and;

  2. I loathe people like Rush Limbaugh, not only for his message, but also his methods.


That said, hell will freeze over before I will join this pile-on against Rush, even though I loathe the man.

Why?

Well, first of all, I believe in free Speech. Rush Limbaugh can say and think whatever the hell he wants to, and I am got going to try to bully him into thinking something else.

Bullying is the right wing reactionary Republican way of doing business.

It is what you have to resort to when you are incapable of changing someone's mind through persuasion, education or example.

In the case of Rush Limbaugh's fan base, of course, bullying is their regular modus operandi. Most of them know nothing but intimidation because they are too lazy to actually "use the Google" to collect information on their own.

These folks are such brain-dead zombies, they describe themselves as "ditto heads."

Case made.

So what was Rush Limbaugh saying about the Humane Society of the U.S. that got all the right wing ditto heads so upset?

Not much actually.

It seem he did two radio Public Service Announcement's
, one of which was to give a thumbs down to dog fighting, and other to give a thumbs up to faith-based morality and the notion that Good Original Design and Mother Nature might deserve a little respect.

Dog fighting? The right wing reactionary hunters are bashing Rush Limbaugh because he is opposed to dog fighting?

And God? The right wing reactionaries are opposed to the notion of morality and the idea that Good Original Design, as found in forest and field, might be worthy of some respect?

Are these people morons?

Well, YES. Didn't I tell you that at the beginning? Pay attention!

Now, here is what is so pathetically sad: In their attack on Rush Limbaugh, the right wing hunters have completely ignored what Rush Limbaugh actually said and instead have decided that "it's all about hunting."

Yes, that's right, the folks at Ducks Unlimited, the Masters of Foxhounds Association of Noth America, Boone and Crockett, Whitetails Unlimited, the National Wild Turkey Federation, and 23 other organizations have managed to equate a thumbs down on dog fighting with an full-on attack on hunting.

Which is perfect as far as the Humane Society of the U.S. is concerned.

"It's all the same" say the folks at the Humane Society of the U.S.

"Yes it is,"say the brain-dead leadership of these organizations, which have been stampeded into panic by the "I'm scared of the woods" crowd at the U.S. Sportsmen's Alliance.

In fact dog fighting and hunting have nothing do with each other.

Zero. Nada. Empty Set.

Anyone who thinks otherwise is simply strutting their ignorance and should STFU.

You want some more twist?

Consider this: the same ignorants who are bashing Rush Limbaugh because he did not do his research on the Humane Society of the U.S., are the same sort of people who say Rush is right about everything else.

Ha! Wonderful.

But wait .... there's more.

You see, while Rush has taken to the airwaves to denounce the torture of dogs and cats, he has simultaneously taken to the airwaves to salute and cheer the torture of human beings.

Water-boarding? Yes! Rush is all for that.

Smashing towel-heads into a wall until their brains are as loose as a coddled egg? Yes! Let's do more of that says Rush.

Rush Limbaugh wants the GOP to be the party of torture.

But only for humans.

He is a one-man cheering section for that.

Anyone else see the irony here?

Which brings me the real point of this post.

Please, God, let us strive to Kill All Zombies.

It's not too late for each of us to do a little research and think through the issues for ourselves.

Please, God, let us all take back our minds.

Let us pledge allegiance to simple common sense and independent thought based on a careful gathering of real facts.

If more people will do that, I will not fear for this nation.

But unless we begin to do that, all else is lost.


Terrierman's guide to shovels.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Closing up my studio.... aloha nui loha













Nothing Can Separate Us


Photo taken by a co-worker or her
son and a neighbors horse.
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A Little Brain and a Little Brawn


A repost from this blog from 2005


Terrier work is not for fools, the unprepared, or the physically weak. Most of the time it is a simple things: dog in, dogs bays, quarry bolts or is dug to.

Most of the time.

There there are the other times: when the dog goes so deep it is off the Deben box and cannot be heard; when the explosive stench of skunk poison rises like smoke from the hole; when the dog refuses to shift out of a solid rock hole; when, after four feet of dirt, you hit running sand; when the dog is unable to turn around or exit due to a rock or root slipping behind it.

This is when tools matter.

In terrier work, the most important tool is between your ears. A lot of things that are written off as a "tragic accident," are, in fact, a predictable nightmare.

"The collar failed."

Yes it did. But did you spend time to really tape the collar, and do you know how to tape a collar? Did you enter a dog under a power line? Did you test the batteries before they were put in? Did you check to make sure the collar and receiver were working before letting the dog loose?

I have been guilty of all of these failures at one time or another (as have most diggers), but let us be straight; our failure is not an accident. It is sloth. It is stupidity. It is recklessness.

So many "accidents" occur when dogs are in the field without collars and the dog's owner is without tools. Again, I have been guilty of this transgression, but let it be clear that stupidity, sloth and foolishness on the part of humans is the chief culprit in what is too easily an unfolding tragedy. Failure to put a dog on a leash is not an "act of God," it is the non-action of a human.

Another invaluable tool, along with common sense and a basic knowledge of terrier work, is a certain level of physical strength. It is not politically correct to say this, but it is nonetheless true that women, on average, have half the upper body strengths of their male counterparts. This is not to say women cannot dig. Some women diggers are more capable than most men (including me). It is simply to say that all diggers, and women in particular, need to make an honest assessment of their physical abilities. It is one thing to think you can dig a hole five feet square, but it is quite another to do it when the time comes. It is a risky and marginal thing for a relatively fit man to work his dog solo, and it is not recommended for most women. Two heads are better than one most of the tine, and two bodies are better than one all of the time.
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A Real Squirrel Story About Youth and Kindness


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Monday, April 27, 2009

A moment with my Vampire....

I found time today to visit with my vampire.   
We are leaving Hawaii on Wednesday, so my moments in the studio are precious......
Tomorrow I have to start putting things away.... sigh......
Vampire Lady will have to wait several months to get gowned.  
I'm envisioning a cloak with the lining of mirror mosaic shards....


Red Head Girl




Mrs Fannie




Swine Flu, the Movie, the Map, the Political Vote



Want to avoid swine flu? Wash your hands a lot. Nothing else will do more, short of not riding in closed subways, trains and airplanes where you are cheek-to-jowl with 250 people who might have the sniffles.

Want to track the rapid spread of what may be a pandemic? This being the modern era, there is a Google Maps application for that. Check it out.

Want to treat the pandemic if it breaks out? Vote Democrat!


"Right Underneath the Big Taco Bell Sign"

On April 4th of this year, Diana Durre, of Chambers, Nebraska, died after a 75-foot tall Taco Bell sign fell on her truck cab while she was in it. The pole broke at a welded joint about 15-feet above the ground due to strong winds. Diana was meeting a Wyoming couple to sell them some dogs. Officials said they agreed to meet in North Platte, Nebraska about 1 p.m., “right underneath the big Taco Bell sign.”

The dogs, a female Yorkshire Terrier and a male Norwich Terrier, were uninjured.
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More People Meant Less Moa

Example

The tallest bird that ever lived was the 12-14 foot tall Moa of New Zealand, which disappeared before 1400 AD.

In all, there were 11 species of Moa, ranging from 40 to 600 pounds. Early settlement sites in New Zealand are littered with moa bones suggesting they were a favorite food of pre-European settlers.

Scientists have never doubted that the moa was hunted into extinction, but what is astounding is how few people it took to accomplish the task.

A population model done by Richard Holdaway, a paleobiologist from Palaecol Research in Christchurch, New Zealand, assumed an original moa population of 158,000 birds -- a number that is double what is believed to have actually existed.

Holdaway's model also assumes no moa eggs were eaten (though midden piles make clear they were) and that all of the moas that were killed for food were at least one year old. The calculations also assume a small clutch size, which is suggested by semi-fossilized moa nests found in caves and overhangs.

So how long did the moas last? Not long.

According to Holdaway's calculations, if 100 Polynesians arrived, and their population grew 1 percent per year, and 20 people ate one female moa per week, and there was no habitat decline due to intentional burning, the birds would have gone extinct in 160 years.

If 200 people arrived, the population grew 2.2 percent per year, and 10 people ate one female moa each week, and habitat loss is factored in, the birds would have vanished in just 50 years.

While there is clearly a lot of wiggle room here (the numbers predated on would have slowed as numbers declined, human population may not have grown quite as quickly, nest size may have been a little larger that suggested in the model, and not all of the moas that were eaten were female) Jacomb's numbers appear to be supported by what scientists see in the field.

The first humans settlers to New Zealand are now believed to have arrived from Polynesia around 1280 AD, and no moa bones are found in caves that were occupied after 1400, suggesting the faster decimation scenario, rather than the slower one.

Rumors of moas existing at last as 1700 or 1800 are due to the fact that the birds often nested in caves and overhangs, which preserved bones and near-perfect eggs (see picture of semi-fossilized moa skeleton, above)

For more information, see >> Rapid Extinction of the Moas by R. N. Holdaway and C. Jacomb, Science, March 24, 2000, pp. 2250-4.

The current total fertility rate of New Zealand, by the way, is 2.0 -- just below replacement. Immigration, however, means New Zealand's population continues to grow.
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Tranquil Reflection


This was photographed by a friend of
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Medical Maintenance and Digging on the Dogs

A few minor problems over the course of the last week...

Mountain and Pearl got into a knock-down fight, probably over the Invisible Fence shocking Mountain. Pearl was standing close by, so she got nailed simply for standing there. Not good! Pearl suffered some punctures, one of which was close to an eye. Those healed up in a few days (there were no rips), but then Pearl came up lame in her back leg. The lameness was unrelated to the fight, but perhaps associated with three days of crating. The good news there is that her leg seems better now, and everything is back to chaotic normal again.

Trooper seems to be doing better in terms of cognition. He's still a few marbles short of a complete set, but he seems happy and healthy and his back legs are no weaker than they were. I am going to take him to the vet this week to get a small sebaceous hyperplasia/benign mammary tumor taken off. He may last longer than I thought. We'll see...

I have discovered a soft mass on my elbow where I think I may have chipped something. It feels like a fatty tumor, perhaps built around a bone chip. Not sure. which my research tells me is elbow bursitis. It hurts when pressed on, and it needs to come off get drained as soon as possible, so I will be going in to see my vet as well. Oh joy!

Doug P. came up from North Carolina for a little digging, and he brought Gracie, his 7-year old miniature schnauzer.

At the first hole where Mountain located, we ended up having two groundhogs in the sette at once, but both got away due, in part, to the fact that Mountain needs to lose weight and Pearl was not with us due to her convalescence. Mountain was trying to work both sides of the sette at once, with the result being that one groundhog got to dig in, while the other slipped off into an undiggable part of a tree trunk. You win some, and you lose some ...

On the upside, we found another occupied sette a little way up the creek, and Gracie got to see what a groundhog looks like up close.

Gracie's a bit big, and not too game, but I could see the wheels rolling around in her head, and by the end of the day she was checking holes out. Not bad for a first time out!

Doug and I spent another hour or so at another farm, and I misplaced an old fox sette at about the same time I lost Mountain. I thought the sette was in the corner of this one hedge, but it was actually about 80 feet up.

When we finally found Mountain, she was in that sette and had been underground for at least 15 minutes. Mountain stayed underground, but did not open up to a bay. I located her with the box and popped into a very shallow hole in a rocky pipe, just as she exited from a nearby bolt hole.

There's no way of knowing, but Doug and I both suspect she may have bolted a fox out of this five-eyed sette while we were up the hedge. A fox can slide out of a hole and disappear into the brush as quickly and quietly as cigarette smoke dissipating in a strong breeze.


Gracie and groundhog.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Inspiration.....

A friend sent me these images.  Aren't they amazing?!   They are images taken by German photographer Hans Silvester.








Roberta Smith of the New York Times wrote on September 26th, 2008

"At once revelatory and disturbing, these color photographs taken over the last five years by Hans Silvester, a German photographer, document the extraordinary body painting of the Surma and Mursi peoples of the Omo Valley in southern Ethiopia. Semi-nomadic warriors, they live primarily by keeping large herds of cattle; their only Western accessory seems to be the Kalashnikov rifles they trade with Sudanese tribes.

They paint themselves or one another two or three times a day, using pigment made from earth or ground stone mixed with water. Executed quickly, the abstract, vibrantly patterned motifs reflect a sophisticated vocabulary of mark-making, finger-painting and hand-printing techniques; they extend across faces and sometimes center on a single feature, like a breast. They function as personal decoration, cultural expression and, when ash and cattle urine are added, insect repellent. Mr. Silvester says these people's interest in their painting supersedes any in sculpture, mask making, music or dance.

Mr. Silvester's pictures are almost exclusively closely cropped views of painted torsos, which objectify the subjects and enable us to look at them without them looking back. Yet the ephemeral art we encounter is humbling; it further erodes the idea of abstraction or painting as Western forms. They become basic human traits, expressed here with a skill that accrues through daily practice from childhood on. I'm grateful to learn of their existence, but can't help wondering what, if anything, art-world attention might bring them."

Animal Rights Once Said Terriers Were Solution


A hungry fox patrols the edges of a duck pen.

A repost from this blog circa 2005:

From the BBC:

Fox Hunting To Fore 30 years Ago

  • A ban on using fox traps could have been lifted 30 years ago Scottish ministers considered ditching a ban on "extremely cruel" fox traps 30 years ago, it has emerged.



The countryside lobby complained to the Scottish Office in 1969 that attacks on lambs were soaring due to the ban on gin traps which have serrated jaws.

The devices were laid in the middle of pools and would shut and drag a fox into the water where it would drown.

National Archives of Scotland documents released on New Year's Day revealed the plans to listen to the landowners.

The government papers from 1971 showed then Scottish Secretary Gordon Campbell told lobbyists he would bear in mind their case.

But he told them he would have to balance their arguments carefully against those of other interests before taking any action.

However, ministers later told the Scottish Landowners Federation and the National Farmers Union (NFU) of Scotland they would not lift the ban because such a move would spark outcry from animal welfare groups.

Instead they advised landowners to use more "humane" methods of culling foxes such as hunting with dogs, shooting, snaring, poisoning or gassing.

Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scotland/4138193.stm
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A Recidivist with a Tattoo, And This Is News?

Talk about your bad news bears!

The state of Maryland has caught a recidivist, whom they have identified from his tattoos.

The perpetrator in question was a young black bear found on the Eastern Shore in Maryland.

Originally thought to have come from Pennsylvania, he has been identified as a New Jersey bear based on his tattoos, his propensity for wearing "Members Only" jackets, and his insatiable love of bird seed.

The full story can be found at The Washington Post.
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The Fruit of the Vine & Cheese


This was fun to paint. The real painting is
beautiful. Acrylic on 16x20 stretched canvas.
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Friday, April 24, 2009

Back in the studio.....

Today was all mine....mine to fill as I wish....and what I wished produced 
3 transfer painting.   They're so easy and so fun.
Ahhh.......fun feels so good.



Strawberry Bowl



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Weights and Measures at the Polo Grounds?

21 polo ponies died all at once under mysterious circumstances in Florida.

Before the last one had even slipped into rigor, I was asked whether I thought it was the work of animal rights lunatics?

No.

I doubted it.

"My bet is that it will be an accidental supplements toxin due to mislabeling by someone who does not speak English too well," I replied.

It looks like I might be right.

This was an Argentine polo team trying to get their hands on a vitamin supplement (Biodyl) made by a U.S.-based veterinary supply company called Merial (they make Heartgard).

Biodyl is not approved for use or sale in the U.S. for animals or humans.

Rather than live with the ban on this not-FDA approved substance, the Argentine polo team apparently got their regular veterinarian, Felix Crespo, to partner with U.S.-licensed veterinarian to do a "work around" on the law by going to a compounding pharmacist.

What's a compounding pharmacist?

Compounding pharmacies are generally small-time operations that cock up mixtures of cold medicines and lotions for doctors. It is not uncommon for compounding pharmacists to pay kickbacks for referrals.

I am not alleging any kickback in this case -- I am simply describing the slippery nature of compounding pharmacies where the "slither quotient" is often pretty high. If a doctor sent me to a compounding pharamacist, I would probably change doctors.

So what's the story with these poisoned horses?

Time will tell, but I will be that it will turn out to be a case of Selenium poisoning.

Selenium is needed in micro amounts by the body, but it is pretty toxic at higher doses.

The problem in Florida was that there were too many cooks in the kitchen, and with each turn of the spoon the chance for the supplments recipe to get screwed up rose exponentially.

Time will tell, but I will bet that the final story is that the Spanish-speaking veterinarian gave a formula to the U.S. vet, who then gave it to the compounding pharmacist. Somewhere along the way -- perhaps due to translation problems -- I suspect a microgram measurement for Selenium was translated as a milligram measurement for Selenium. The result was that 21 horses got 1,000 times more Selenium injected into them than they should have.

Death followed pretty quickly.

This is, of course, entirely speculative. For all I know, the compounding pharmacy hired people straight from a psych ward who then filled every order that day with undiluted rat poison.

But I doubt it.

A weights and measurement mistake in a supplement due to language problem fits the probability curve much better.

A toxins panel will soon reveal what's up. Stay tuned.
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Bravery and Kindness as Brand Builders



I liked this ad from Argentina, despite the improbable story line.

At its core, this ad is about simple dignity and respect, and it's about looking past suits and haircuts and letting everyone have an even chance of confirming your worst beliefs -- and quiet hopes -- about human nature.

If a U.S. bank ran an American version of this ad, I think they would (pardon the pun) be making big bank very quickly.

People know what's right, and they would like to salute it, but most of us are simply not very brave. And yet, when we see bravery -- either personal or corporate -- have any of us ever forgotten it?
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Swine Flu and the Next Pandemic



Back in 2005, I noted that the next major global pandemic was likely to come out of China or Southeast Asia due to the fact that the Chinese routinely mix the excrement of humans, pigs, fish and fowl and then dose it with massive amounts of antibiotics in order to keep fish healthy in over-crowded fresh-water aquaculture ponds

Now comes word that 5 new swine flu cases have appeared in California and Texas, and that "the unusual strain of the respiratory infection is spreading from person to person."

Right.

The Center for Disease Control says "We don't think this is time for major concern around the country."

They are probably correct.

That said, this is how it will start, mark my words.

  • Follow Up:
    It looks like things are heating up, Voice of America reports: "Mexican and U.S. officials are taking emergency steps to contain the possible outbreak of a new multi-strain of swine flu that has killed at least 20 people and may be responsible for scores of other deaths.Mexican health officials confirmed at least 20 deaths associated with the new flu strain Friday and ordered the most sweeping shutdown of public gathering places in decades. Authorities closed schools, museums, libraries and theaters in the capital, Mexico City, to try to contain any possible outbreak. Many people in the capital were wearing face masks while in public. Authorities say 1,000 people have become ill."

    Without being too alarmist, this thing is spreading way too fast and it is not too benign and it is not even normal flu season. Not good. Even more not good is that New York health officials began testing 75 students at a Queens school on Friday, suspecting flu.

    "The new virus has genes from North American swine influenza, avian influenza, human influenza and a form of swine influenza normally found in Asia and Europe, said Nancy Cox, chief of the CDC's Influenza Division."

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Playing God With Milk Cows

The Washington Post reports this morning that scientists have managed to sequence the entire genome of an eight-year old Hereford cow living in Montana, the first time a farm animal's entire genome has been published.


Hidden in her roughly 22,000 genes are hints of how natural selection sculpted the bovine body and personality over the past 60 million years, and how man greatly enhanced the job over the past 10,000.

As with other species, genes governing the immune system, the metabolism of nutrients and social interaction appear to be where much of the evolutionary action has occurred. The result is an animal that lives peacefully in herds and grows large on low-quality food, thanks to the billions of bacteria it carries around....


So what? How does a sequenced gene lead to anything positive?

The short answer is that a sequenced gene should enable cattle breeders to create more productive cattle faster because they will be able to find sires with the correct genetic outputs without having to go through the time-wasting (and expensive) process of actually crossing cows and tracking their production over a lifetime.


Traits carried by bulls are important in determining how much milk a cow produces. Because bulls don't make milk, however, a bull's "performance profile" has to be sketched by observing the milk production of his daughters -- a process that takes about six years and costs $25,000 to $50,000. Now, male calves can be tested at birth for milk-enhancing traits using gene-chip technology.
Of course, the great thing about cows and chickens and sheep, is that they actually have a milk, meat, and eggs axis upon which to evaluate the animal.

In the dog world
, a true axis for performance is largely gone. You can find it in the world of racing greyhounds, and (arguably) in the world of working terriers, sled dogs, and border collies. But Chihuahuas and Bulldogs, Scotties and German Shepherds?

Not so much.


Thursday, April 23, 2009

Can We Force Texas to Secede?



Kicking Texas to the curb would solve a lot of problems.

Teabagerstan? A perfect name for the new nation!

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Nazi-bred Super Cattle in the U.K.



"Nazi-bred Super Cows Roam Farm in Devon"

That's the title of an article in The Guardian about Lutz and Heinz Heck's recreation of the Auroch, a type of wild cow, seen in the cave paintings at Lascaux, France.

Lutz and Heinz Heck were German zoologists who recreated the Auroch, by "back breeding" primitive-looking cattle until, at last, they got a cow that looked right for the part.

This was, quiet literally, "breeding to a picture," which is the basis of most Kennel Club breeding programs today, in which work and ability are given the hind leg.

The caves of Lascaux, of course, were discovered by a terrier by the name of Rocket.

And as for Lutz Heck, he was was instrumental in creating the Jagd Terrier, aka the German Hunt Terrier, a fact I uncovered based on a hunch that it would be the kind of thing a Nazi zoologist like Lutz Heck would do. And guess what? I was right!

Today, many of the Jagd Terrier web sites mention the Lutz Heck connection, even if they whistle past any real description of who Lutz Heck was.

So let's set that right, eh? Here's a short decription, which I think puts the man in time and place. It comes from a New York Times review of The Zookeeper’s Wife, a book about how the director of the Warsaw Zoo and his wife saved the lives of 300 Jews by hiding them in the zoo during the war.

The Zookeeper’s Wife proceeds chronologically, starting before the war, when the Warsaw Zoo was as esteemed as any in Europe. Soon the Nazis destroyed the zoo with bombs and guns. Led by the criminal zoologist Lutz Heck, they carted off the best animals for their own collections. Then Heck and the SS held a shooting festival on New Year’s Eve, 1939, to finish the job. Their brutality at the zoo foretold their brutality in the war, as Antonina intuited in her diary, which Ackerman draws on heavily for her book. “How many humans will die like this in the coming months?” Antonina asks herself, watching the Nazi shooting spree.