AI has left the building, normal intelligence never entered, as might be expected of a herpetology student, and the pond is unwell and is stepping out of the tent for a while ...if nothing else, our hole in the bucket man is a worthy placeholder ...
Saturday, September 21, 2024
Friday, September 20, 2024
In which nuking the country and the greenies brings out an apocalyptic Henry ...
Dammit, after all the fine work by shrieking Sharri (disrespect), Major Mitchell and many other fine reptiles, the pond was shocked to wake up to find that they still hadn't managed to drive a stake through the Covid creature origin story ...
The Beeb, as you'd expect of cardigan wearers, was full of it in Genetic ghosts suggest Covid’s market origins:
They were analysing hundreds of samples collected from Wuhan, China, in January 2020.
The results identify a shortlist of animals – including racoon dogs, civets and bamboo rats – as potential sources of the pandemic.
Despite even highlighting one market stall as a hotspot of both animals and coronavirus, the study cannot provide definitive proof.
The samples were collected by Chinese officials in the early stages of Covid and are one of the most scientifically valuable sources of information on the origins of the pandemic.
An early link with the Huanan Seafood Wholesale Market was established when patients appeared in hospitals in Wuhan with a mystery pneumonia.
The market was closed and teams swabbed locations including stalls, the inside of animal cages and equipment used to strip fur and feathers from slaughtered animals.
Their analysis was published last year and the raw data made available to other scientists. Now a team in the US and France says they have performed even more advanced genetic analyses to peer deeper into Covid’s early days.
It involved analysing millions of short fragments of genetic code – both DNA and RNA – to establish what animals and viruses were in the market in January 2020.
"We are seeing the DNA and RNA ghosts of these animals in the environmental samples, and some are in stalls where [the Covid virus] was found too," says Prof Florence Débarre, of the French National Centre for Scientific Research.
The results, published in the journal Cell, highlight a series of findings that come together to make their case.
It shows Covid virus and susceptible animals were detected in the same location, with some individual swabs collecting both animal and coronavirus genetic code. This is not evenly distributed across the market and points to very specific hotspots.
"We find a very consistent story in terms of this pointing - even at the level of a single stall - to the market as being the very likely origin of this particular pandemic," says Prof Kristian Andersen, from the Scripps Institute in the US.
Thursday, September 19, 2024
In which the pond draws a short reptile straw, and has to settle for a heroic hive mind worker and a Jack of the empire ...
In the dead of night, it occurred to the pond that JD Vance might well be just one too many burgers and a heart attack away from the presidency in the very near future.
It also occurred to the pond, over actively conjuring nightmare scenarios, that given the senile dementia currently on view - who else could confuse an airbase in Afghanistan with the Alaskan wilderness? - that a palace coup and a cunning deployment of the 25th Amendment might see the deeply weird cat fabulist, couch lover and fundamentalist bigot be given the chance to realise all the Heritage Foundation's deepest, deeply weird desires.
It also occurred to the pond that it might be time to retire its "Puff Daddy" (so nicknamed) jacket, acquired in New York way back in 2000 and handy in a NY winter, and a Melbourne one too. While the tag is almost invisible, the look is beyond worn.
It also occurred to the pond that it might be time to give up on French village mayors, what with one assuring the world that at least no one died, as if that was some sort of consolation for an extraordinary case of truly ugly mass rape.
It also occurred to the pond, as it woke from various nightmares, that it was very much over the reptiles at the lizard Oz, that things had reached a breaking point, and that Thursdays formed some kind of nadir.
Naturally the reptiles were wildly excited by events in what's dubbed, in honour of British empire days, the middle east, but the pond couldn't see the point, except to see that it helped Benji stay out of the clink a little bit longer, and never mind the genocide or the killing fields.
Over on the far right all that stood out was petulant Peta having a bog standard go at the teals. There was also Geoff, chambering another volley in the name of bosses, but the pond was over it ...
Still there had to be something, and it wouldn't be Gina crowing about mining approvals and whining about regulations, it had to be a diligent reptile worker, a solid member of the hive mind, beavering away, tilling the soil so that imperious Peta could petulantly stride the stage.
Come on down Alexi, stick it to the teals, give her something to work with ...
Dear sweet long absent lord, not Rory too, though the pond did enjoy that last "alienated some" from Alexi.
That's in the special line of reptile reporting, "some people say", "some people suggest", "some people get alienated", "some people love the idea of an SMR in every suburb."
Kudos to a diligent worker in the bee hive, doing his best to give petulant Peta food for a rant.
And so to the filler, and here the pond can only offer its 'stripped of snaps' version, old school text only, especially because the pond never bothers with Jack the Insider, and all this does is remind the pond why ...
First came the header and the pitch ...
Liberalism enjoyed a golden age before it fell from favour, Centrism and Liberalism may have become dirty words in the contemporary political lexicon, yet these Liberals did not lapse into stifling political conversation.
Then begin with a snap of former prime minister John Howard, heroically poised against what seems to be a British flag, as a lizard Oz graphics person would do, because he was a great Australian liberal, as any lizard Oz reader wud kno, and it sets the right visual tone for what's to follow.
The pond will do the same and begin by inserting a cartoon featuring a current great American liberal, also given to flag clutching and flag posing ...
Pictorial preliminaries out of the way, we can begin yearning for the trappings of empire ...
Yet, as I crossed the threshold bells did not ring, alarms did not sound and when they came, instructions from the attendants were whispered gently and helpfully, not barked.
The Reform Club sits at 100 Pall Mall, London; a street name I had gleaned from playing Monopoly but mispronounced “Paul Maul” to the grimace of anyone in earshot. It is now more a library that serves fine food and wine than the hub of classical liberalism its founders intended.
The club counts William Gladstone, Sir Winston Churchill, David Lloyd George, HG Wells, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Lord Palmerston and Andrew Carnegie as its asterisked members while those who remain in the vertical include Dame Kiri Te Kanawa, Sir David Attenborough and Queen Camilla.
Ah, god save the queen, but is this the right time to recall that HG Wells turned into a top notch eugenicist?
Always fond of gazing into the future, HG Wells pictured a caste of all-powerful super-talented Ubermenschen, who would wear Samurai-style dress, and order the affairs of the planet.
Probably not, probably no need to name check the name dropping.
Just the list alone is enough to make the pond feel grand ... (by the way, the pond's father knew Lloyd George, or perhaps he knew the pond's father).
Probably best just to insert snap of Groucho Marx because quoting Groucho deserves a cheap snap from the archives, as a penny pinching lizard Oz graphics person would do.
The pond should respond in kind and keep on celebrating that famous American liberal ...
Then it was on with the history lesson
While its political influence waned in the 20th century, it was the inspiration for the party of Menzies in Australia.
Like its Australian counterpart, its influence has declined in favour of conservatism. Whigs, radicals and Liberals combined to legislate the Reform Act of 1832, lifting middle class men to a seat at the political table (female suffrage was explicitly prohibited in the Act) while shunning the working classes. The Whig-turned-Liberal William Gladstone, whose bust peers down in the central atrium at the Reform Club, served as prime minister on three non-consecutive occasions. He supported a form of universal male suffrage but only if the working classes “showed more interest in politics”.
It is too easy to condemn the Reform Act by today’s standards. It was at worst a stuttering step towards the democratisation of England and Wales, diminishing the influence of the aristocracy by ridding the country of its crude and obvious gerrymanders.
In doing so, the Liberal reformers arguably spared Great Britain political unrest in evidence across Europe in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Karl Marx and a smorgasbord of radicals actively promoted proletarian revolution. Marx, who spent the last three decades of his life in London squabbling with anarchists, had called on England’s working classes to join the bourgeoisie and other agitators in a revolution in Great Britain that never eventuated, largely because the Reform Act provided the middle classes with political representation.
Roughly contextualised by the attitudes of the early 21st century, the Whigs who created the Liberal Party were a French emmental of contradictions. For all Gladstone’s magnanimity, his father, Sir John Gladstone was one of the largest slave owners in the British Empire.
Splendid stuff. It's probably not the right time to dwell on Bill Gladstone's foreign police, and in any case there's a lengthy wiki about it here, with this gem:
Paul Hayes says it "provides one of the most intriguing and perplexing tales of muddle and incompetence in foreign affairs, unsurpassed in modern political history until the days of Grey and, later, Neville Chamberlain."
The pond could moan about being made to study Gladstone and the rest of the tossers, but it's probably best just to insert snaps of inside the Reform Club, London and Lord Asquith’s chair inside The Reform Club, as a deeply bored lizard Oz graphics person would do.
Or perhaps go housing 'toons, what with the matter a sensitive subject for some ...
When slavery was abolished, Gladstone oversaw a compensation scheme that delivered approximately $60,000 in today’s money to his father for the loss of his slaves. Today’s political careers, on average, might span a parliamentary term or two, Gladstone’s career spanned 50 years. Lord Palmerston’s influence over the parliament extended for more than three decades.
In a corner of a vast library on the Reform Club’s second floor, sits a slightly dishevelled red velvet desk chair, known as Asquith’s chair. Asquith was the last Liberal prime minister in the UK. His political ambitions, and his party as a political force, would not survive the sorrow of World War I. In peacetime he established the first old age pension in 1909. Australia followed suit the same year.
The Great War was a war that would end social liberalism as a political force in the UK. Not just any war but a war, it was said, that would end all wars.
Eschewing Downing Street and parliament, Asquith conducted planning and operations for the first two years of the Great War from the Reform Club.
From that uncomfortable red seat, Asquith dispatched the six divisions of the British Expeditionary Force to France in the northern autumn of 1914, stopping the German advance at the First Battle of the Marne and establishing the conditions for attritional trench warfare.
The war was little more than a month old when it fell into bloody stasis. Asquith’s cabinet split in two – the Westerners of which Asquith was one and the Easterners led by Churchill and Lloyd George who pressed for an invasion of Turkey at the Gallipoli Peninsula. Asquith’s secretary of state for war, Lord Kitchener, and the admiral of the British Fleet, John Fisher, rejected the plan.
No need to dwell on the glories of the first world war, though the pond would like to honour the confusion in the minds of the likes of Siegfried Sassoon ...
In the summer of 1916, Sassoon was sent to England to recover from fever. He went back to the front, but was wounded in April 1917 and returned home. Meetings with several prominent pacifists, including Bertrand Russell, had reinforced his growing disillusionment with the war and in June 1917 he wrote a letter that was published in the Times in which he said that the war was being deliberately and unnecessarily prolonged by the government. As a decorated war hero and published poet, this caused public outrage. It was only his friend and fellow poet, Robert Graves, who prevented him from being court-martialled by convincing the authorities that Sassoon had shell-shock. He was sent to Craiglockhart War Hospital in Edinburgh for treatment. Here he met, and greatly influenced, Wilfred Owen. Both men returned to the front where Owen was killed in 1918. Sassoon was posted to Palestine and then returned to France, where he was again wounded, spending the remainder of the war in England.
No need to dwell on his poetry.
Instead insert a snap of Sir Winston Churchill, as a reptile graphics person would do. Or perhaps a cat and dog or a Haitian immigrant 'toon, as the pond would do ...
And so to a final short gobbet ...
In today’s often twisted political thinking, Liberals like Gladstone, Palmerston and Asquith are seen as colonial oppressors, despots in the cloistered safety at the Reform Club, sipping gin and tonics. Centrism and Liberalism may have become dirty words in the contemporary political lexicon, yet these Liberals did not lapse into stifling political conversation. They encouraged it while turning their minds to social inclusion, taxation and electoral reform. Without them, the UK would be a very different place, as would Australia today.
Today's often twisted political thinking?
Nah, the pond is too Irish for all that glories of empire crap ... because they really did enjoy a gin and tonic, and in their own complacent self-indulgent, self-regarding way, they stuffed up monumentally.
The pond slipped in the bit about Sassoon as a way of reminding Jack that his blather about stifling political conversation is just the tired old mantra of the Faux Noise crowd.
Truly they were a bunch of mugs and privileged loons, and when it came to the crunch, completely useless ... they died out because they deserved to. Explain it it Jack, please, Dr Michael Lynch ...
Thus began a process that, over the next four years, was to undermine many of the ideals to which the Liberals had previously held dear. The decision to enter the war against Germany was an obvious abandonment of the policy of seeking peaceful solutions to international problems. The soaring costs occasioned by war made it impossible to control government expenditure. Most telling of all, the concept of personal freedom was rapidly eroded by the growing encroachment of the State upon the rights of its citizens.
The change of direction forced on the Liberals was evident in the very first government measure of the war, the Defence of the Realm Act (DORA), rushed through Parliament in August 1914. DORA, which was re-enacted a number of times during the course of the war, conferred on the State and its agencies' unprecedented authority to control the lives of ordinary persons. A whole range of restrictions followed. The Press was subject to censorship and the government dictated what war news could be made public. Men were conscripted into the armed services. British travellers overseas had to apply for passports and identity cards had to be carried by ordinary citizens. Income tax rose from sixpence (2.5p) to six shillings (30p) in the pound. Food was rationed, alcohol and tobacco were heavily taxed, and strict licensing laws were imposed on public houses. Trade was directed, and controls were imposed on the use of currency. Employers in key industries were told what to produce, what wages to pay, and whom to take on the payroll. Employees were forbidden to strike or demand higher wages and could be made to move home and change jobs.
The irony was that it was a Liberal government that did all this, for, although Britain after 1915 was formally led by coalitions, the key ministers continued to be drawn from the Liberal party. The truth was that the longer the war lasted, the more Britain's struggle became a matter of survival. In such grim circumstances, the traditional peacetime values of freedom of speech and assembly came to be regarded as a risk to national security. Lloyd George, Prime Minister from December 1916, justified the Liberal shift by claiming that a democratic government in time of war had 'the right to commandeer every resource, every power, life, limb, wealth, and everything else for the interest of the State'.
Ah, yes, that'd be the old 'stifling of the political conversation' rag. Sorry Jack, have another gin and tonic on the pond, and enjoy the magnificent benefits of the first world war. No doubt the world would have been a very different place without it...
And speaking of that, time please, for a few final 'toons ...
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Oops, header required to advise Mein Gott, a dinkum Groaning and "Ned" lurk therein ...
The pond was disappointed by the lack of interest expressed by esteemed correspondents in Mein Gott's revolution ... instead it was just the usual about the bro losing his mind (lost long ago), and a push into the Sydney Push ...
When it comes to the bro, the pond always assumes that pond readers will have done some alternative reading, such as the Bulwark's You're Allowed to Call Trump a Threat to Democracy, or Vance, Trump, and The Politics of Hate.
As for the Gott's dismal showing, never mind, after a quick survey of today's lizard Oz offerings, the pond knew what had to be done ...
Dame Slap bashing the blacks again? Pshaw, show the pond something new.
Snaps from the BCA's annual dinner on high rotation? That's not what the pond had in mind as new ...
No, Mein Gott had to have the floor with his revolutionary proposals ...things need to be fixed, and preferably quik stix ...
Excellent advice, and Mein Gott will no doubt work to transform News Corp from rogue foreign-owned ratbag company to dinkum respected local citizen ... though the pond kept thinking he had about as much chance as Stephen Dillane's Prometheus saving his liver from the nibbling bird in Kaos.
More good news. Having lost out on a decent Groaning yesterday, the pond is pleased to report that Dame Groan was out and about today.
Sadly the pond's "guess the topic" prize was awarded aeons ago, and is now lost in the mysts of mythical time, and anyway, everybody and his or her favourite canine or cat meal knows that it's going to be about those bloody difficult, uppity, intransigent furriners, always ruining the country and Dame Groan's lunch ... (and don't get her started on those furrin students).
There were some outrageously good visual distractions to illustrate the crisis in Dame Groan's mind ...
... and then it was on with the usual hysteria, and shouting at clouds and furriners, though the pond has to admit it's become somewhat impervious to the ranting ...