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Real Reason Why Eggs Are Expensive

The cost of a dozen eggs was $7.24 at our local grocery store last week. There are two major reasons for this. One is that chickens can no longer be kept in cages. Us libtard, tree-hugging PETA members are dancing in the streets as the egg layers are running free pecking at the ground, eating bugs, and doing things that real chickens did when we were kids.  Imagine my shock to find out that this is not exactly true. Cage free means that cage space has to be about one square foot. That gives them enough room to maybe turn around. Cage free can also applies to meat chickens so that they have to have more room but are still kept in large indoor flocks with as many as 50,000 in a barn.  Because of these restrictions, egg and meat farms are less efficient and the price of eggs and fryers went up.  

But the massive increase in egg prices we have seen lately is due to bird flu, or more specifically the virus signified as H5N1. WTF does that mean. Viruses are usually classified by two types of protein. “H” refers to hemagglutinin of which there are 16 types. “N” refers to neuraminidase of which there are 9 types. The H protein is the one that attaches the virus to the surface of a potential host cell. The N protein is the one that helps the virus release its genetic material into the cell where it will con the cell into replicating billions of the virus in its entirety.

Using this naming convention, H3N2 is also known as the Hong Kong Flu.  H1N1 is the designation for the Spanish flu which killed up to 100 million people worldwide at the end of WWI. The Spanish flu had nothing to do with Spain. It actually started in the good ol’ USA. Woodrow Wilson named it after Spain because he was pissed that Spain was a neutral in WWI.  H1N1 tried to make a comeback in 2009 as the swine flu but failed to live up to its ancestor’s body count.  So, what is HN designation for Covid 19?  Its SARS-coV-2??? Just when I thought I understood something about virus naming the Chinese had to fuck it up.

I tried to look up the HN numbers for Beaver Feaver but failed as it is not a virus. Beaver fever is a real disease and was also a lousy slogan for Beaver football during one of its many losing decades. The Beaver athletic director finally dropped that slogan when he was informed that beaver fever is the common name for a Giardia lamblia infection that you get from drinking water contaminated with beaver shit.  Giardia is a single celled parasite which vaguely resembles a non-orange version of Donald Trump. Both will give you a head ache and make you shit like a duck on Metamucil. My whole family was infected with it in 1981 when a storm knocked out the filtration system in our local water treatment plant.   To qualify for treatment of this infection I needed to be properly diagnosed. At that time there were only two diagnostic options; partially swallow a string and then pulling  it out of your stomach after a few hours in the hopes that one of the microscopic fuckers would grab on, or shit into a plastic container and drive it to the diagnostic center while it was still warm.  Having a strong gag reflex, I opted for the second option. The only problem with this is that the warm shit had to be of the loose duck shit type and that did not happen with every bowl movement. I carried that sterile plastic container with me to the bathroom for two weeks before it finally happened. Based on my smelly diagnoses, my whole family was prescribed a med which had side effects from hell to rid us of the parasites. The 1981 storm is named the Friday the 13th storm, but In my house the storm is fondly remembered as the shit storm.

I got side tracked again, didn’t I.

Back to the bird flu. According to my inside source, which is a daughter who knows someone’s brother who might work for the dept of agriculture, the bird flu has been around for a decade or more in wild birds and periodically infects poultry barns where it is fatal to the birds. Once found in a flock, the whole barn full is killed, the dead birds disposed of, and the facility disinfected which takes a minimum of three weeks before it can be restocked. However, to get back to full production with mature hens typically takes several months, which is a profit catastrophe, which explains egg prices. Meat chicken prices did not skyrocket as much as they can be harvested at six weeks, while hens begin laying eggs at six months and can keep doing this for several years. As a result, egg layers have a relatively greater opportunity to be exposed to the virus with far greater economic damage resulting.

To prevent infection in these poultry factories, the Dept of Agriculture has the ability to enforce biosecurity protocols. These protocols involve wearing specialized clothing in the barn, showering in and showering out, feed trucks leaving the farm having to have their tires cleaned, and not allowing unnecessary visitors in the barn. All this is being done by workers who English is a second language for five dollars an hour.  In addition, workers at these barns should not visit other poultry farms nor should they have their own birds in a backyard flock. If they violate these rules, they face firing and deportation back to Guatemala. Now in addition to low pay, horrible and smelly working conditions, and constant fear of ICE raids, they are being exposed to bird flu.

And the bird flu is mutating. Recently dairy cows have been getting sick and dying.  The cows are not eating or handling sick birds, but they do eat grass that birds shit on. YUCK! I think I will switch to almond milk. The list of other infected mammals is growing and diverse. This list includes foxes, skunks, squirrels, bears and cats both domestic and wild. Surprisingly dolphins and seals also made the list.  Recently domestic cats have been diagnosed with bird flu on a Texas dairy farm where they were fed raw milk from infected cows. Just this month several cats in Portland had to be euthanized after they became infected from eating contaminated commercial pet food. Both of these events suggest that direct exposure to birds may not be the only pathway into mammals.

So far human infections are rare but from 2003 to 2024, 954 cases have been reported from 24 countries, of which 464 were fatal. This human fatality rate is likely skewed as testing for the virus at the time being done on really sick individuals. Recent studies suggest that a sizable percentage of poultry farm workers have antibodies to the virus indicating infection without serious disease.  So far, the virus appears not to have mutated into a form that can pass directly from one human to another, with all of the human cases being related to the handling of birds. Then Elon Musk fired the CDC people who were monitoring the virus. Nothing to see here folks, no worries, move along.

Not really. Viruses mutate. This may result in viruses that can become more contagious, evolving into forms that can infect different animal types. This is what appears to be happening with the bird flu. The number of mutations increases with the number of infections. Large flocks of chickens confined in indoor facilities where they rub wing feathers with each other is a perfect vector for these evolutionary changes. Biosecurity measures reduce this risk. It is unclear to me whether these measures are being enforced by the Dept of Agriculture. Given that the Trump administration is vehemently opposed to regulations, is cutting those who enforce these regulations and has a new health czar who is opposed to vaccines and espouses the benefits of raw milk, I am not encouraged.

Sadly, I have come to believe that the cost of eggs is just the beginning. I see this as a long-term plot to depopulate the planet of humans.  The dinosaurs ruled the earth for 165 million years till that big rock dropped creating the Gulf of Mexico. While our mammalian ancestors did not have a direct part in that extinction event, our cretaceous ancestors were not entirely innocent as before the event they crawled out of their burrows at night to eat dino eggs and after the asteroid impact they ate off the rotting carcasses for several years till the planet warmed up again. This did not endear us to the dino’s bird ancestors who are now making their move after patiently planning our demise for the last 65 million years.

I am sorry to inform all you bird lovers. Birds are evil and they hate us. I am not crazy. Ever seen the movie “The Birds”. Those scenes in the movie where birds are flying at the actors’ heads trying to peck their eyes out appear to be realistic because they are. I saw this movie while I was in Jr High school, and I have never been the same since. That night my mother’s canary managed to open its cage, then unlock and open the front door, escaping into the night, never to be seen again. Then there is the realistic image of a killer bird in the sci fi classic, “The Giant Claw”. If you can’t see the evil in that bird’s eye you are blind.

Birds are not stupid. There may be billions of them, but they are small and as they did not ratify the second amendment, they do not have guns. Their only option to kill us is through asymmetric warfare.  I suspect that wild birds intentionally infected themselves with H5N1 decades perhaps centuries ago.  Over time they developed at least a bit of flock immunity, so that now at least some of them can carry the virus with no symptoms. Chickens were intentionally left out of the plan as they are the lackies of the hated humans.  Thus, the chicken was singled out to be the test of their biowarfare weapon. In addition, according to recent paleontology, chickens are the closest living relative of Tyrannosaurs rex. Although a dinosaur, it ate its own and has been deemed unworthy by the crow council. Also, is it just a coincidence that Trump resembles a cross between a human and an Orange Headed Zit Sucker? I don’t think so.

Farfetched you say.  No more so that the moon landing was faked, Hillary had a child pornography ring in a pizza parlor basement, and the Jan 6 riot was a peaceful protest. Face the truth folks. Nature has had enough of our  human foolishness. Even the trees are setting themselves on fire in an effort to depopulate LA.  Wake up people! Grab your shot guns and chain saws before it’s too late!

Winter Glamping

Living on the Oregon Coast means that during the camping off season, we do not have to winterize our RV. State parks, county parks, forest service campgrounds, and private RV parks are mostly empty, often at reduced rates with no reservations required.  This means that we can go RV camping (aka glamping) on a whim. Just throw in a few clothes, grab some groceries out of the fridge and go. As long as we stick to the coast where winter temperatures rarely dip below 40, we don’t have to worry about snow, ice, and frost bite. Sure, it might get a bit windy and rainy, but that is part of the appeal. Snuggled in a queen-size bed, a gentil rain on the roof with the wind rocking you as your dear departed mother used to do. Nothing lulls you to sleep like that. Sleeping in till 10 followed by coffee and breakfast while still in our PJs. Playing card games, reading books, watching beloved movies from our DVD collection. Things that we never seem to do when we are home. Such were our expectations as we pulled out to the nearest Thousand Trails, just 10 miles from our still Christmas decorated home. And yes, Die Hard is a Christmas movie.

Arriving at the park in pouring rain did not dampen our spirits even though back in sites are a bit of challenge even in good weather. While I have many skills, trailer backing is not one of these. I need help from Judy. She stands behind the trailer and directs me using subtle hand and finger signals reminiscent of “Jazz hands”.  My Navy lifer son, Marty, on observing this and having served on carriers, tried to teach her the NATO approved hand signals that are used to move aircraft on a flight deck. It didn’t take. First, they were not exactly lady like and as jazz hands have worked for her for 20 years, if it ain’t broke why fix it.  The problem is trying to decipher finger twitches through rain-soaked windows and droplet covered side mirrors becomes an issue. We have had this problem before which I tried to solves with hand held walkie talkies, but as she needs to move both her arms while she talks, that is not a practical means of communication, making me wonder if she is of Italian rather than Irish ancestry.  Eventually our lack of communication leads to the both arms up in the air followed by the folding them across her bosom signal, then total lack of any signals at all. This one I can clearly see in the side view mirror. It is a well-known fact that wives backing up their husbands is the leading cause of divorce in the travel trailer community.

I have to wonder if even the great Sir Issac Newton could have explained the ins and outs of trailer backing to his wife. In 1622, with the black death once again ravaging England, Issac’s university was closed, and he was sent to his childhood home for his own protection and that of others. There he invented calculus and gravity rather than bitching about masks and government mandates. But what if he and his wife decided to isolate themselves in their Renaissance travel trailer instead. After several attempts, Issac eventually and reluctantly dismounts and tries to explain the physics of trailers backing to his full bosomed mate, only to fail miserably, leading to frustration, anger and divorce. Newton becomes so depressed he moves back to London, checks into a seedy one room flat, gets the plague and dies, being a minor footnote in history. No calculus and no gravity. What a tragedy. Well only partially.

Calculus has no practical use. Did paleolithic man need it do kill off the mastodons?  Did the Qin dynasty need it to build the great wall? Did the Egyptians need it to construct the great pyramids OK, they had help from space aliens. But they didn’t need calculus either. How do I know this? Cause Issac Newton wouldn’t invent it for another 3000 years!   Did I need four terms of it to become a marine biologist?  Oh, hell no!

While my calculus education was a bust, the single term evolution class has served me well my entire life. Knowing things like natural selection, genetic drift, mutation, and gene flow has helped me explain to some of my MAGA friends why Covid became a pandemic without the help of the Chinese, and that evolution not big pharma’s greed was the reason why the vaccines needed to be changed every few months just to keep up. Yep, I failed to convince them.  I guess I could have tried “survival of the fittest”, but “I told you so” was much more satisfying. And no, the evolution class did not have a requirement to swear allegiance to Satan. It was optional. But I did learn the secret handshake.

While calculus can be lived without, life without gravity is much more problematic. Just as those poor Boing astronauts stuck without it on the space station.  We just got lucky that the travel trailer was still 300 years In the future for Sir Issac. Then I was informed that Newton was gay, so the backup direction giver would have been a guy who would have used the Renaissance equivalent of NATO hand signals, thus saving us from the lack of gravity regardless of the pre-invention of the travel trailer.

For Judy and I, it took us only four tries to position Boldly Go so that we could level, put out her slide and the awning. Judy only displayed the up in the air and over the bosom sign twice which I took as a win for me. Then the fun really began. I attached the sewer hose and pulled the shitter valve open as we had not drained the black water tank since our last trip out in November. Never do this valve first. Always start with the grey water tank. That way if the plastic sewer pipe has a hole in it, you can ignore a bit of spillage. My bad. Lucky for me I pack extra sewer line links. Except that the first of these replacement links also leaked. Not to worry as the rain will wash away the evidence and smell is a day or two. Next the water hose. It also leaked at the spigot and at the inlet into the RV. Nothing, a little Teflon tape wouldn’t cure.

I have two water hoses. A ten-foot plastic one and a flex hose back up. That’s the kind that you see advertised on TV that when empty you can store in a shoe box but will expand to a full 75 feet when under pressure. After the flex hose to water spigot and trailer, I turned it on, only to find a sizable leak at the trailer end. No problem that a little Teflon tape wouldn’t  cure.  However, I didn’t pack it. A quick trip to the nearest hardware store and I am back at it. The problem with flex hoses is that after turning off the water and opening a tap in the trailer there is still a lot of water in the pressurized hose. This sprays out when you take it off either the trailer of the spigot end in a fine mist that reminds me of the cooling mist stations on a hot day at the Vanetta Country Fair, only I am already wet and cold and there are no bare breasted women around to encourage me to do my manly plumbing fix.  But the Teflon tape fix works. No leaks. Then Judy tells me that we have no water pressure. Back to step one, remove the hose from the trailer. But this time there is no stray and the hose is still pressurized. ????  Next, I removed it from the spigot end. Ah, there is the wet cold spray I expected. When fully removed a steady flow shoots out about six feet, still no water out of the trailer end. Perhaps it is blocked by the tape? As I eye the trailer opening, it lets loose right in my face. Fuck! Now soaking wet, I reattached the hose but still have to attach the electric and open the rock guard over the galley window. Then there is the mud. The black and stinking kind that sucks the life out of you. I have never been to the La Bra tar pits but I think I know how those poor stuck mastodons felt being eaten alive by saber tooth tigers who were also soon going to die. After doing mud flat research for 30 years, I have learned a few tricks for walking on mud. The best one is, don’t do it. Baring that option, the next best is to walk fast, or it will suck you in like the quick sand in those old Tarzan movies only filthy and smelling like a skunk’s ass.

Cold and soaking wet, I make into our warm and cozy home away from home only to find that the propane furnace has not ignited. Next on to plan B, our trusty electric heater, only when it is this cold outside it will only manage to warm it up to about 65 and will take atleast two hours to reach that chilly peak of comfort. On to plan C, Scotch! I forgot to pack it.

At 3 AM the dog woke me up in our chilly RV to finally to to potty.  As we are in an RV park, this requires that I have to walk her on a leash of less than 6 feet and she takes her time. It was at this point that I realized I could have been home it our warm home and only having to open the front door to let her out into our fenced yard. I could have watched watched the Buck Eyes stomped the vile and despicable Duck sback into the swamp they pulled their ugly butts out of while enjoying an adult beverage of my choosing. Fuck winter glamping and we had four more nights to go.