Five Things I Hate About Climate Change

I know I'm supposed to have become more sanguine about ozone killing trees, the inevitable crash of civilization and so forth, from multiple, unstoppable converging catastrophes.  Along those lines, I've been reading from the vast archives of Paul Chefurka, who has been writing about collapse from peak oil, overpopulation and other forms of overshoot since long before I had an inkling that any such disasters were darkening the horizon.  I was impressed to see that he has had a much better articulated epiphany than I have - about the futility of despair, rage, and activism - having been thinking deep thoughts about how to respond for quite a while now.

A visit to his website is probably essential, but maybe an even quicker introduction can be found in a post ABOUT him, at Wibble titled Time to Wake Up.  Oddly, it turns out I had read that, back in October, and even commented on it.  I had forgotten all about it until I somehow came across Chefurka's website in recent days, and recognized it as familiar.  Wondering how I could have miscalculated the significance last fall was a bit reminiscent of that conversation in the "Wizard of Oz" movie when Dorothy, upon being told by Glinda that she had possessed the power to fulfill her dream to go home all along, at any time she so desired, asked "But, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because," said Glinda, "You wouldn't have believed me.  You had to learn it for yourself."

Following is a part of Chefurka's post that Pendantry excerpted - and remember, even though these precepts are plain as plain can be, it may be something everyone has to learn for themselves:

1. Modern industrial civilization is intrinsically unsustainable. This means that it will inevitably collapse.
2. Any effort spent trying to prevent that collapse is pointless and misguided. It would serve only to prolong civilization’s death throes and the continued destruction of the natural world.
3. Industrial civilization is created and supported by institutions that have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo, at virtually any cost.
4. Any effort spent trying to bring it down is pointless and misguided. It will be met with massive resistance from civilization’s guardian institutions – our corporations, politicians, police, schools and mass media – and will foster unnecessary violence.
5. Since collapse is inevitable, adapting to that change is the only sensible approach.
6. We cannot count on the institutions of civilization to help us adapt to this change – it’s simply not in their interest to do that. Even worse, they can’t even comprehend the idea.
7. That leaves individuals and small communities (aka tribes) as the only historically proven agents of adaptation.
8. As individuals, the single most effective thing we can do to prepare and adapt is to awaken.

Although my feet still ache, I don't regret going to the May Day demonstration.  Just like the first glimmerings of Occupy in September, press coverage has been obscenely inadequate.  There were swarms of reporters there all day and late into the night, but whatever photos, videos, and articles they produced apparently didn't get past their editors' desks.  When I arrived at Bryant Park there were hardly more people there than on a normal day, and I was a bit worried that it heralded an ignominious end to the movement.  But by the time we surged into Battery Park at the southernmost limit of Manhattan Island, our numbers were astronomical and we were feeling rather invincible.  The march overtook the entire width of Broadway, a sea of banners, drummers, signs, balloons and chanting throngs, much further than an eye on the ground could see.

I had been hoping to join up with whatever more environmentally-themed action I could find, but the crowd was far too gigantic to navigate and besides the drummers' circle was the most exciting place to be.  I bumped into one and then two others of my jailmates during a break at Union Square, so we had a bit of a reunion (we'll be having another, June 4, in court), and I learned that a behind-the-scenes video of our act of civil disobedience on Friday had been posted at the Occupy site to promote the march (no wonder the turnout was so impressive, well into the tens of thousands...it must have been the Matron Brigade Escapade that inspired such enthusiasm!  haha).

Despite that, the next morning I woke up on the crabby side of the bed.  Perhaps some of it derived from walking, in mostly quiet solitude, back to the PATH train at the World Trade Center.  I was a little lost, wending my way through the dark caverns, deserted except for the police lining the metal barricades.  I left early because I had the uneasy feeling the NYPD was deliberately funneling everyone into a trap and indeed, I have since read there were many arrests and beatings later on.  Plus, I had to catch the train home.  I had never been to this part of the Financial District before, and I was pleasantly surprised at how much of the old character, from the days before skyscrapers, is preserved in this tiny section.  Suddenly I came upon one narrow historic block, Stone Street, which is closed to traffic and lined with bustling restaurants.

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They now have twinkling lights stretched above the cobblestones, where tables and chairs were filled with diners, having late night dinners, talking and laughing.  I doubt the patrons here are ever curious about the trees and farms that produce the food they are eating - or even had a suspicion that just a few blocks away, masses of profoundly disgruntled citizens had passed by, demanding revolution, social justice, and a reversal of the growing income gap.

I next crossed by the ornate edifice of Delmonico's, of which I have heard legends but never before laid eyes on, and I thought about the many famous, influential powerbrokers who must have enjoyed luxurious, expense-account-paid business lunches there...and I suppose still do.  This article in the New York Post from January 2011, describes the abject remorse that is even more commonly exhibited by financiers today...you know, like Jon Corzine:

"We had eight Street guys in here the other day celebrating good news on their bonuses -- and they just started popping the bottles open like crazy."

"Last weekend, one broker, who confided...how he had pocketed a tremendous bonus this year, ordered a $600 bottle of 2004 Harlan Estate Cabernet from the Napa Valley, as he proudly sat for dinner with his wife and two children."

On Monday, the day before the protest, I went to the nearest mall to buy a toy drum.  The parking lot is planted with dozens and dozens of trees, mostly honey locust, which has been widely utilized by developers, as it was expected to be "tolerant" of the adverse conditions found around asphalt.

Last spring and this, I've been looking at their spring foliage with something like revulsion because it's a horrific, acid yellow that doesn't seem normal to me.

It wouldn't be odd because ozone interferes with the ability of foliage to photosynthesize and produce chlorophyll, but I haven't mentioned it previously because, who knows, perhaps my reaction is just due to an excess of ozono-phobia. While I was at the mall I decided to get a closer view.

It turns out, there ARE some with what I would consider a normal green - so that putrid yellow is NOT normal.  The tree in the center below is the yellow I'm talking about - on the left is a companion, of the same species, but with leaves that retain a normal green.

When you venture closer, it's plain to see that their bark is indicative of some sort of distress,

in that, it's peeling off the trunk.  The lichen is making its presence felt.

Without any more ado, here is a lesson in tree physiology for the day, about epicormic branching, which is a symptom of impending death, from wikipedia.  Epicormic branching is when side shoots pop out from the main trunk.  This is normally suppressed by hormones, which can be disrupted when there is damage higher up, where growth should occur - whether from deliberate pruning, accidental breakage, or dieback of terminal shoots at the tips from absorbing ozone.

"Epicormic buds lie dormant beneath the bark, their growth suppressed by hormones from active shoots higher up the plant...In plant physiology, apical dominance is the phenomenon whereby the main central stem of the plant is dominant over (i.e., grows more strongly than) other side stems; on a branch the main stem of the branch is further dominant over its own side branchlets."

"Typically, the end of a shoot contains an apical bud, which is the location where shoot growth occurs. The apical bud produces IAA, an auzin that inhibits growth of the lateral buds further down on the stem. When the apical bud is removed, the lowered IAA concentration allows the lateral buds to grow and produce new shoots, which compete to become the lead growth.  Pruning techniques such as coppicing and pollarding make use of this natural response to damage to direct plant growth and produce a desired shape, size, and/or productivity level for the plant."

The most astonishing thing is that these trees aren't just producing epicormic branches - they're producing epicormic reproductive buds.  That would imply some desperation.

Lots of the trees are even more obviously dying or dead.  The mall just can't keep up with all the trimming, pruning amputation, removal and replacement.  Within the past few years at least two other malls - ShopRite in Chester and King's in Mendham, they ripped out every single tree and replaced them. 

It's interesting that I didn't notice so many symptoms of trees dying until 2008 - although in areas such as the Appalachian and Catskill mountains, and among the live oaks in California - some certainly were.  But not ALL, everywhere - and that seems crucially significant, because it points to some recent new influence whether ethanol or methane - or, a critical crossing of a rising threshold in persistent background levels.  Either way, I got some interesting corroboration for this notion when a new study came out claiming that heat increases the growth of tree seedlings by a very considerable amount.

It seemed to be very carefully constructed experiment with many samples of red oak measured, ruling out  variables that could have influenced the results.  At first I thought, hm, trees growing faster in the warmer environs of New York than out in the cooler rural areas doesn't fit in with trees being affected by ozone... and then I thought, betcha the data is old.  So I wrote to the author, who sent me the original pdf of her study and guess what?  The data collection for the study was finished in...2008! 

 This pine tree is on the berm between the parking lot and the access road that encircles the mall.

Conifers are known for overproducing cones when they are dying, which is probably why those locust trees are making so many seeds as well.

This survival strategy - to allocate all expendable energy into reproduction, rather than growth - is most peculiar when employed by immature trees, which has been notable this spring - and last - on very young saplings of many species.

For anyone who might get the impression that I am obsessed with ozone to the total exclusion of climate change, let me assure you I am perfectly cognizant of the disaster it represents, which of course is going to happen far faster than official predictions.  Here's why I hate it.

 These roses were blooming far too early in the islands of the parking lot at the mall.

Climate change doesn't just mean that plants and flowers emerged early in this crazy year that skipped winter.  Thanks to global weirding, these tender leaves were exposed to ridiculously late April frosts - two by my count, in the past week, when early in the morning I could see glittering sparkles coating the lawn and my car.

 Look what it did to my tulip tree.

In thirty years of gardening, I have never, ever seen hosta with frost damage, not once, and I would remember if I had.

 The yellow magnolia leaves were hit.

It's difficult to be restrained about how I feel when I see this after all the laborious planting, weeding, watering and mulching I have invested in these young trees.

I planted dozens of ferns, hoping for nice groundcover under the shrubs, and they all look like this now.

I can hardly stand to look around and assess the damage.

 Here are leaves on the weeping katsura tree.

 Even worse.

Well, hey - here's some lilac that looks just fine.  I refuse to take a picture of the wisteria - I had been enjoying it so much, and the frost has caused it to wither.

 Even the Concord grape vine sustained injury.

I think that's more than five things already, so let's get back to trees and pollution.  We've had a terrible lack of rain, and at the very first sprinkle, the cedar apple rust appeared - and then vanished before I could get around to taking any pictures of it.  But again Tuesday morning, after a night of rain, I passed mile after mile on my way to the train station, and many more along the tracks on the ride to the city.  Red cedars are one of the first native plants to pop up in abandoned fields and in disturbed earth, and always look somewhat scruffy and common - so they are a constant, rarely appreciated backdrop to New Jersey landscapes.

The very first time I saw this crazy fungal growth was about three years ago.  Obviously, it existed before, but in small enough amounts that it wasn't obvious.  Now, the trees are festooned with bright orange like they are decorated for Christmas.  Thus I was completely lacking in patience when I read yet another piece, this time at Climate Progress, about how bark beetles are killing trees.  Instantly I thought about this fungus, and all the other pests and diseases around the world that have co-existed with trees - but never killed them before.

As I just posted, even Craig Allen, a forester who prefers to blame that other red herring, drought from climate change, has finally understood that SOMETHING is giving trees a compromised immunity that is the equivalent of AIDS.

This is a special edition of Wit's End because we get a second lesson, all about the fascinating life cycle of Gymnosporangium juniperi-virginianae, from Wikipedia.

"On the apple tree, the infections occur on leaves, fruit and young twigs.  The brightly colored spots produced on the leaves make it easy to identify. Small, pale yellow spots appear on the upper surfaces of the leaves, usually during late April or May on the eastern seaboard of the United States. These spots gradually enlarge and turn orange or red and may show concentric rings of color. Drops of orange liquid may be visible on the spots. Later in the season, black dots appear on the orange spots on the upper leaf surface. In late summer, tube-like structures develop on the undersurface of the apple leaf. Infected leaves sometimes drop prematurely, particularly during drought conditions or when the tree is under additional stress. Infections on fruit are usually near the blossom end and are somewhat similar to the leaf lesions."

"On the Eastern Red Cedar host, the fungus produces reddish-brown galls from 1/4 to 1 inch in diameter. These galls can be mistaken for cone structures by the uninitiated. After reaching a diameter of about 1/2 inch, they show many small circular depressions. In the center of each depression is a small, pimple-like structure. In the spring these structures elongate into orange gelatinous protrusions or horns. The spore-bearing horns swell during rainy periods in April and May. The wind carries the microscopic spores to infect apple leaves, fruit and young twigs on trees within a radius of several miles of the infected tree."

"On other species of juniper more common in landscaping and bonsai, the sizes of the infections are reduced. Early in the infection, the galls are small bumps on the woody portions of the plant. They maintain the orange gelatinous form after the first warm rains of spring but generally on a greatly reduced scale."

"On the eastern seaboard of the United States, at the first warm rain of spring, the spore horns become gelatinous masses and produce their teliospores.  Wind carries the spores to apple leaves at about the time that apple buds are in the pink or early blossom stage. Upon reaching apple buds or leaves, the spores attach themselves to the young leaves, germinate, and enter the leaf or fruit tissues. Infection takes place in as little as four hours under favorable conditions. Yellow lesions develop in one to three weeks.In July and August, spores from the apple leaves are produced. The wind carries the spores back to Eastern Red Cedars, completing the infectious cycle. The spores land on cedar needle bases or in cracks or crevices of twigs. There, they germinate and producing small, green-brown swellings about the size of a pea."

But wait, there's more!  This is the road that leads away from the village of Oldwick (surrounded by lovely acres and acres of apple orchards, no doubt being bathed in spores at this very moment), towards Wit's End.  The owners of that white Colonial house have cut down at least a dozen good-sized trees that lines the road above the stone wall, most of them maples.

It now is hideously barren.  The shaded walk up to the General Store will now be roasting hot in the summer and bitterly windswept in the winter without their shelter.

I supposed the people felt they had to take them down, because the trees are mostly rotting inside.

Maybe they could tell the trees have become hazards from the way the bark was corroded and peeling - it's certainly a lethal symptom I recognize.

Or maybe they just didn't like the way their roots were distorting the stone retaining wall, and were surprised when they found the trunks are hollow, if they even noticed.

Does everyone remember our lesson today about epicormic branching?  Because here is one of the slaughtered maples, rotting within, trying to branch from the base.

The UK has been battered by storms, leading to many fallen trees and resulting power loss.  One place that flooded spectacularly is Tewkesbury Abbey, which it so happens was also flooded in 2007.  I was hoping to find some pictures taken at the same angle from both years to compare the condition of trees - and besides I was taken by the funny coincidence that Oldwick is part of Tewksbury Township - but I finally gave up.  I did come across this amazing photo.

Trees didn't used to fall over so often even when they were completely dead.  The reason they are falling over now is their roots are rotted out long before they show visible signs of decay above ground.

That a shriveling root system is the result of exposure to ozone has been understood by scientists for many decades from controlled fumigation experiments, at least since M. Carey Lea wrote, in 1864:  "The most curious result obtained appears to me to be that relating to the effect of a highly ozonized atmosphere upon the roots of plants."

More rotted trees can be seen in an article blaming wind for the damage.  It's always amusing to see the excuses that weather forecasters and foresters come up with to explain damage that isn't really warranted by the storm.

This one is no exception:

"BBC weather forecaster Ian Fergusson said exposed parts of the county had sustained gusts approaching 50mph. 'This has led to trees falling down and some structural damage to buildings,' he said. 'The wind is really exceptional for this time of year and so is the north northeasterly wind direction.  In this part of the world the prevailing wind is southwesterly so trees tend to brace themselves for that.  When it comes from the opposite direction and the trees are coming into full leaf this can add considerable stress to branches and trunks,' Mr Fergusson added."

Please! 50 mph is not that much of a wind.  If trees were meant to blow down in wind of that force, there wouldn't be any intact standing trees at all, let alone trees that have survived for hundreds of years.

That's not the only article I saw where wind coming from the "wrong direction" was blamed.  Since when do trees "brace themselves"?   Have you ever noticed how a tree growing in the open is beautifully symmetrical? It's quite amazing that forecasters feel obliged to simply make things up.  When hundreds of trees fell over during a windy episode in Los Angeles last December, it was said that so many came down because their roots are shallow since they are growing in paved areas - even though the worst hit was a large, wild parkland outside the city, with no pavement whatsoever.

Also just as clearly, many of the trees that fell weren't anywhere near "coming into full leaf" yet, in fact quite a few of them had NO leaves evident at all, like this one:

Another incredible signal that trees around the globe are bathed in the nitrogen cascade, is how many branches are plastered with the identical lichen.  Like the cedar apple fungus, it is spreading on dying trees - and yet just try to find some expert who will tell you anything other than the tired, obsolete irrelevancy - "lichen doesn't harm the tree host" - which misses the point entirely, that certain lichens thrive on dying trees, and also, gobble up excess nitrogen with alacrity.

Here's a bewildered capybara under one of the 170 fallen trees and branches reported in Devon alone.

As long as we're visiting the eccentric English, here's a novel idea that never occurred to me in quite such vividly imagined saturation...although I have considered hanging signs on trees that say something along the lines, "Help Me, I'm Dying!"

"Henry Bruce, 35, wanted to raise awareness of an infection which is affecting trees across the country.  So he spent two weeks working on the 21-metre high oak tree which is suffering from decay in the grounds of the Delamore Estate in Cornwood, Devon.  The tree is part of an art and sculpture exhibition by Mr Bruce in the Devon village."

"He said: 'I am passionate about raising awareness of the phytophthora problem, which will affect many landowners.'"

"Delamore founder Gavin Dollard also wants the bizarre project to highlight the issues of phytophthora.  Mr Dollard added: 'Landowners across the South West are felling seven square miles of Japanese Larch to combat the tree killing fungus which was discovered in 2002.'  Nearly 1,000 acres of infected larch have been removed by the Forestry Commission, while private landowners have been ordered to fell 4,000 acres of timber by March, some 300,000 tons."

Whenever I find a particularly interesting example of the innate strength and resilience of trees, before the assault from ozone began - like when they fantastically envelop proximate obstructions like fences, signs or boulders - I always try to take a picture, and thought I had posted quite a few.  But even I never suspected my contribution would be dwarfed by a website completely devoted to such examples, called "Hungry Trees", which I encountered on Buzzfeed.

I could grab screenshots of these all day long and be content, so I tried to restrain myself with just a few, to sort of decorate this report posted by DesdemonaDespair.

A new study found, by studying salinity in the ocean, that global warming as expected is causing wet areas to be wetter and dry areas drier.  Even though I'm somewhat dubious that the behavior of precipitation over land can be extrapolated from the ocean as done in this research, it still begs the usual question here at Wit's End - how come scientists and foresters insist that drought from climate change is the primary driver for widespread tree death when only SOME areas are drier?

These scientists "..found that the water-rich had indeed been getting richer and vice versa. High-latitude and equatorial parts of the oceans, where greater precipitation keeps surface waters less salty than average, became even less salty; the central regions of ocean basins, where evaporation dominates and turns water saltier, became even saltier. Because 80% of the water cycle operates over oceans and much of the water falling as rain over land comes from the ocean, the water cycle over land no doubt is behaving the same way."

"...no doubt behaving the same way" seems to be a limited view of the incredibly complex interplay of factors that causes, or impedes, precipitation.  Mark Jacobson presents a more nuanced analysis in a paper published back in 2007 linking pollution, wind speed, and rain.

"The more pollution, the greater the reduction of wind speed," Jacobson says. Aerosol particles may be responsible for the slowing down of winds worldwide. Wind supplies about 1 percent of global electric power, according to Jacobson. Slow winds may hinder development of wind power in China, where it's a needed alternative to dirty coal-fired plants."

"Aerosols' reduction of the wind also may explain the reduction in the Asian seasonal monsoon and 'disappearing winds' in China, observations found in other studies. Moreover, slack air currents may hurt energy efficiency in Europe, where countries like Denmark and Germany have made major wind-power investments.  Slower winds evaporate less water from oceans, rivers and lakes. Furthermore, the cooling of the ground provoked by the aerosol particles reduces the evaporation of soil water."

"What's more, the accumulation of aerosol particles in the atmosphere makes clouds last longer without releasing rain. Here's why: Atmospheric water forms deposits on naturally occurring particles, like dust, to form clouds."

"But if there is pollution in the atmosphere, the water has to deposit on more particles. Spread thin, the water forms smaller droplets. Smaller droplets in turn take longer to coalesce and form raindrops. In fact, rain may not ever happen, because if the clouds last longer they can end up moving to drier air zones and evaporating."

I suppose what it boils down to is that we are messing with carefully calibrated (if only by time) patterns, by injecting the previously nonexistent influence of global pollution into the atmosphere, causing incalculable disruptions.

Another dangerous effect of vegetation dying from pollution is bound to be more landslides, so I keep an informal (okay, anecdotal) lookout for them in the news.  Yesterday, the Coming Crisis reported on just such an event in the protected Shennongjia forest, in central China.

This place is extraordinarily mysterious and beautiful (for the especially inquisitive, there is a fascinating film about snakes set in the preserve.)  I would love to go hiking there.

It's worth mentioning this incident for the quote from an article in the Chinese press, about the plight of the residents.  Logging, which had been a mainstay of employment and income, was banned in 2000, leading to even greater impoverishment.  An attempt was made to recoup the loss, as described in a local article:


"During China's 2009 parliamentary meetings in March, Qian Yuankun, officer of Shennongjia Forest District, put forward the idea of ecological compensation for Shennongjia, which gave rise to considerable debate."


"Shennongjia Nature Reserve lies between the Yangtze and Hanjiang rivers, with 2,618 square kilometers of forest. According to Qian, every year trees here release over 3 million tons of oxygen and absorb about 300,000 tons of carbon dioxide, 1 million tons of dust and nearly 2 million tons of toxic gases. Additionally, as a natural reservoir, Shennongjia Forest District has water storage capacity of 3 billion cubic meters, all of which makes an enormous and invisible contribution to the surrounding areas. The local officials argue that Shennongjia should therefore receive ecological compensation, as this area has sacrificed many opportunities to improve economic development in order to protect its natural environment."

I don't know what absorbing 2 million tons of toxic gases is doing to those trees, but I suspect it isn't very good for them.  Likewise, although  it makes me a little uncomfortable to say this, I've been kind of thinking all along, ever since I noticed ozone is killing trees, that even though scientists say vegetation is more susceptible to its toxic effects that people, I've had to speculate - if it's really getting so bad that trees are dying, then it seems likely there should be a discernable increase on the effects to human health.

Of course, everybody knows that ozone causes cancer, heart disease, asthma and a bunch of other afflictions.  There IS a reason the weather reports give warnings for high ozone days, right along with the temperature forecast, and advise "susceptible" individuals like young children and the elderly to stay indoors.  Hospital admissions spike during episodes high ozone.  In fact it's a pet peeve of mine, as long as I'm making a list, that deaths in heat waves are invariably blamed on temperature and not on pollution.  Athletes are routinely advised to avoid exercise at such times, because they breathe more deeply, drawing the ozone into their lungs.

So, I'm not quite prepared to say that this sad story is in any way related - "London 2012 Champion Swimmer Dead at 26" who after all is Norwegian.  But oops, he wasn't in Norway when he collapsed, he was training in Arizona at the time.  I don't actually need to say anything myself, as it happens, other than copy a few of the comments left on the story:

How the hell are world class athletes and sports people­ dying from heart conditions. This makes no sense.


Truly tragic, as yet another athlete dies at such a­ young age. My heart goes out to his family.


NOT ANOTHER ONE RIP


Such sad news, my heart felt thoughts to his family and­ friends, please please, anyone in sports you all need­ to be tested before embarking on sports, somethings not­ right.


Yet another young athletes life over...how sad,maybe he­ trained to hard, but there's so many young sports­ people dying so young with heart attacks..


It seems odd that so many top athletes are having­ cardiac arrests. You would think that those who are­ going to stress themselves to the limit would have­ thorough medicals before embarking on training. Every­ fitness and diet regime I've ever seen advises that­ you get checked by your doctor before starting. Or are­ the doctors just thinking, 'he is young...nothing­ wrong with him' , without doing any tests. ...but­ in football, where clubs are spending millions, you­ would think that the doctor would check them properly.


i can't believe so many athletes are passing away­ at such a young age. RIP.


Another young athlete dead! What on earth is happening­ to all these young fit people? This is so sad and my­ condolences go to his famiy and friends who are­ devasted by his death. RIP young man.

and so on, over 175 of them...

Which brings me reluctantly to an analysis from the Earth Policy Institute.  Just like the Occupy Wall Street, you'll never see this prominently featured in the media, even though the implications are about as dire as can be.

"The Arab countries in the Middle East and North Africa make up only 5 percent of the world’s population, yet they take in more than 20 percent of the world’s grain exports. Imports to the region have jumped from 30 million tons of grain in 1990 to nearly 70 million tons in 2011. Now imported grain accounts for nearly 60 percent of regional grain consumption. With water scarce, arable land limited, and production stagnating, grain imports are likely to continue rising."

"Egypt is the largest grain producer in the Arab world, accounting for almost 40 percent of the region’s harvest. Its grain production has doubled over the last 20 years. But because nearly all of the country’s available freshwater and arable land is already used for agriculture, further expansion of the grain harvest is unlikely."

"In the 1980s, Saudi Arabia began pumping fossil water from deep underground, allowing it to farm the desert. By subsidizing wheat production at several times the world price, Saudi Arabia became the second largest Arab wheat producer in the early 1990s. At its peak, Saudi Arabia harvested more than twice the wheat it consumed, exporting the excess. But with the underground water supplies nearly depleted, wheat production has plummeted. By 2016, Saudi Arabia plans to phase out wheat production entirely. In a span of 25 years, the country will have gone from exporting wheat to relying exclusively on imports."

"Across the Arab world, grain production is stagnating, yet grain demand is growing rapidly as population expands. Since 1960, the region’s population has nearly quadrupled to 360 million. By 2050 the region is projected to add another 260 million people, dramatically increasing pressure on already stressed land and water resources."

"But population growth is not the only factor increasing demand for grain. With policies in many Arab countries encouraging meat production, the amount of grain used for livestock and poultry feed has soared from less than half a million tons in 1970 to 40 million tons in 2011. Increased meat and dairy consumption have raised grain use per person by 50 percent over that period.

Thus far, grain imports have filled the widening gap between production and consumption. But population growth alone will raise grain demand in the Arab Middle East and North Africa to 200 million tons by 2050, equal to two thirds of current world grain exports. Increased meat consumption would take demand up even higher. Ensuring grain supplies will become progressively more challenging as countries look to import more grain from abroad."

If all the above is not sufficient to induce an overwhelming desire to re-envisage our penchant to continue business as usual, and maybe join a permaculture tribe, consider this one last item:  some crazy scientists have been so busy in their laboratories that they neglected their literary education and missed a minor classic, called Frankenstein.  Des had this story:

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"Herbicide-resistant superweeds threaten to overgrow U.S. fields, so agriculture companies have genetically engineered a new generation of plants to withstand heavy doses of multiple, extra-toxic weed-killing chemicals."

"It’s a more intensive version of the same approach that made the resistant superweeds such a problem — and some scientists think it will fuel the evolution of the worst superweeds yet...Roundup Ready varieties now account for 90 percent of U.S. soybeans and 70 percent of corn and cotton, and the pipeline for new herbicidal chemicals is mostly empty. But reliance on a single chemical came at a price: Though industry scientists predicted that weeds wouldn’t become resistant to glyphosate, more than a dozen species have done exactly that."

I'd venture to guess that this Canadian thistle, which now carpets my vegetable garden, is one of those resistant species.  Countless seedlings come up before it's too early to even think about preparing the garden for spring planting, and the prickles are so sharp they go right through gloves.  Already, they cover the ground with such density that it looks impossible to combat.  Somewhere under there is a thick layer of rich, black soil from the Pennsylvania mushroom farms, but not the tiniest straggle remaining of perennial thyme, which can't possibly compete with that monstrous invasion.

Soggy Start

I'm on my way back to Manhattan for the May Day General Strike. Yesterday I bought another children's set of noisy musical instruments - a drum, tamborine and kazoo - so I can join the 1,000 Guitarmy in Bryant Park.  I had such fun last November in the band, making a racket outside Bloomberg's house.  If you can't strike but would like to keep track of things, Media for the 99% has links.  Following is a Kat Edmonson song from 2008 that seems appropriately tinged with irony, in hindsight - followed by two other of her numbers...only because I happen to like their whimsy.  Tell your friends - don't shop today!  Rattle the cage and let the 1% know we're here - and we are NOT pleased.

Eco Block

Yikes!  Somehow yesterday, I got caught up in the passion of the moment at Occupy Wall Street, and volunteered - for what, I wasn't exactly sure.  A small merry band followed our recruiter from Liberty Plaza, and gathered in an empty office suite where about a dozen organizers were waiting with plans for the direct action.  They were prepared with everything from low-tech torn cardboard and markers, to hightech a/v equipment for documentation and interviews, plus electronic gadgets for on-the-go communication.  While a large contingent marched from Zuccotti to gather in front of the Federal building, the six of us who had agreed to participate in civil disobedience spent some time getting to know each other, while we reviewed the strategy, what to expect, and the inevitable legal consequences.

We entrusted all loose possessions other than identification to the jail support group.  Next, we each made our individual signs with whatever message we personally wished to convey, to be later repeated in a mike check during the action.  Of course, mine said "Industrial Civilization = Eco-pocalypse". When the word came to mobilize, a little cat and mouse up and down subway stairs ensued, as we wended our surreptitious way, trying to conceal our folded signs inconspicuously, through passageways beneath the distant thunderings of drums at the rally.  Abruptly we emerged in position, directly opposite the Stock Exchange.  Do I look nervous? Oh indeed, I was! But so was everybody else.  Oddly, we were four suburban women around my age - I called us the Matron Brigade - and two more experienced 20-somethings.


I never could quite make it out before, but that reverberating roar from the crowd is the chant "Ah! Anti! Anti-Capitalista!" - but then, I still come across written lyrics from rock'n'roll songs I thought I had memorized fom the 1960's and I'll think:  "OH! Is THAT what they were saying?"  This U-stream from an Android phone might sieze up now and then, but it gives a gritty sense of what it's like to be in the midst of a vibrant, exhilarating , raucous protest.

Video streaming by UstreamIt made for a very strange vantage, to be lying down on concrete in the city, staring straight up at a blue sky with only the top of the Stock Exchange roofline visible above the ragged edge of my sign.

Also peculiar was to have photographers literally climbing all over us to get pictures from above...and then after they were shooed away, to be surrounded by a sea of police.

That's us, going into our paddy wagon!

 
Every member of the entire force we encountered was extremely courteous, which I appreciated, but doesn't quite make up for the fact that we were detained for nothing other than peacefully exercising our Constitutional rights.  Losing circulation from handcuffs became old pretty fast, and spending six hours behind bars was a bit much - although we were all together, so we made the most of it with story-telling, singing, and laughter.  When we were finally released later that night, a surprisingly large loyal group of occupiers had waited all those hours outside in the cold and dark to greet each of us as we were released, with cheers, hugs, vegetarian dumplings, and whiskey if so desired.  I had to skip all that to get across town and catch the last train home.

There are many other events happening around New York and the country as an exciting prelude to the May Day strike. Every single officer we spoke to asked us about it.  I got the definite impression that the city and the banks are taking this very seriously and are anxious, perhaps not about anything wild happening on that exact day..but my guess is that they fear a large and enthusiastic turnout will signal that OWS is strong, thriving, and has no plans of going away until this "Capitalista" system is fundamentally altered to give equal justice to the 99%.  And I wager their worst misgivings are accurate.  Naturally I will be taking part in the environmental side of the activities.  Following is a release for the Environmental Color Block, from the sustainability working group plans for the event.  I haven't decided yet whether to wear green, for Reclaim the Earth - or the white, for Consciousness Shift.  We are sorely in need of both.
Eco Block Trailer from Where are all the bees? on Vimeo.

Expect Us!

ABC News from Australia has featured a video so harshly blunt about the dismal prospects for the fate of trees, I wouldn't expect to see it compete for a time slot on an American channel against Dancing With the Stars anytime soon.  The discussion revolves around the horrifying fact that all sorts of tree species are rapidly dying around the world.  Featured in the interviews is Craig Allen of the USGS.  He is well-known as a proponent of the notion that trees are dying primarily because of drought from climate change.  Rather than refute this narrow interpretation yet again, I'd rather refer anyone who becomes thoroughly terrified after watching that presentation to download the pdf of Pillage, Plunder & Pollute, LLC (A Global Glut of Invisible Trace Gases is Destroying Life on Earth) and check in particular Section V, p. 48 - Sharks that Smell Blood in the Water - Insects, Disease, and Fungus - oh my! and Section IX, p. 85 - Professor Plum in the Library with the Rope - Is it Drought?  Following are screenshots from Australian trees, but they could just as well depict identical conditions in many if not most places:

I'm not going to go into much more detail about the underlying culprit causing trees to succumb to various biotic attacks, because the entire purpose in writing the aforementioned PP&P "treetise" is so that I won't feel obliged to rehash each facet of the debate every single time I post on Wit's End...although it's more than a little frustrating that Allen persists in his obsession with drought.  I did write to him more than once over two years ago, to point out that even trees decidedly NOT in unprecedented drought conditions, including young saplings meant for transplant that are being watered in landscape nurseries, are dying just as fast as wild trees in forests.  Not to mention that for those areas that are experiencing drought, controlled chamber fumigation experiments have proven that exposure to ozone shrivels root systems even before there is (now ubiquitous) visible injury to foliage, making trees more likely to lose vigor in dry conditions.

The cankers they examine - harbingers of inevitably lethal fungus - have been proliferating where I live in New Jersey, including on irrigated trees, since 2008.  A fungus has been the ostensible cause of death for over one million live oaks in California.  Splitting bark from fungus can be readily located from a casual survey on trees from the Ozarks to Maine, regardless of precipitation.  In spite of my pleas neither Allen nor his colleagues appeared even vaguely curious enough to investigate empirical, easily verifiable evidence that doesn't fit their pre-conceived bias.  He did apparently register something I have been stressing ever since this blog began because he repeated, almost verbatim:

"There may be insects and fungal pests that emerge at that point in time, but underlying it is the physiological stress on the trees that compromises their defences. You could think of it actually sort of like HIV in humans. HIV doesn't directly kill people, but by compromising our immune systems, it makes us vulnerable to secondary ah, you know, viruses and other things that can kill us. It's similar in trees."  Sound familiar??  That was getting much, much closer to the unspeakable truth, and if Craig will just take another itty bitty baby step just one further and wonder WHAT trees all share in common that could be compromising them EVERYWHERE (hint:  it's the composition of the atmosphere!!) then I will bequeath him my blog.


I can't embed the video from that site but with a click here it will pop right up with the transcript.


They also observe a failure to fruit, and seed bank decline - again, well established reactions to tropospheric ozone as recorded in published scientific literature over decades of research, amply summarized by both the EPA and USDA.  At least the Australian professor admits there's a missing element:


"Prof Giles Hardy:
The canker problem is probably the most severe thing that's happening in our forests at the moment. We've never seen it causing these levels of deaths, and now it is. So something has changed...we don't fully understand what's driving these declines, but in some areas we're losing a hundred per cent of the trees."


And then to top it off, the "man who loves trees" almost as much as he loves himself had yet another stupid anthropocentric article in the HuffPo, to which I commented after this quote from him:

"They sweep air pollution out of the air in our cities and suburbs and clean water through their complex root system."

That's great, Jim Robbins. What happens to those trees that are absorbing our pollution through their leaves and roots? Ozone gives people cancer and other fatal diseases. It does even much worse things to trees. It rots their roots making them more vulnerable to drought and wind, and rots their interiors making branches break. Ozone and acid rain make them lose their natural resistance to insects, disease and fungus. Pollution lowers their production of nuts, seeds, and fruits so they can't reproduce. If you really care about trees so much, why not talk about that?

He of course blames warmer winters for bark beetles:  "They are dying all around us in the American West. I came to realize what climate change can do to trees when bark beetles, their season lengthened by unusually warm winters, attacked trees on my 15 acres of pine forest in Montana," conveniently ignoring the fact that the first ever proven case of trees dying from bark beetle infestation, thanks to a compromised immunity from exposure to ozone, was from back in the 1950's in the extraordinarily polluted hills above Los Angeles, where it NEVER approaches extended winter freeze.

What I had really intended to share in this post, before I got distracted into that foray with the endless, inescapable "tree expert" folderol, is this next film that charmed me with my two favorite themes for photography - the exquisite perfection of nature's tenacity and diversity, and the tantalizingly extravagant decay of symbols of civilization.  This wonderful cinematography depicts the remarkable resurgence of habitat and wildlife in the midst of the radioactive ruins of Chernobyl, since it was abandoned by humans after the nuclear plant meltdown.

It's got gratifying scenes of water re-flooding the parched wetlands, thanks to the industrious beavers that build dams across drainage canals, and rampant vegetation reclaiming the rusting, crumpled skeletons of homes, barns, schools and factories, where the former human inhabitants have been supplanted by surging populations of wolves and peregrine falcons, moose and bison.  What could be a more welcome reassurance to someone who fears that life on earth may not survive the wanton destruction and pollution of homo sapiens sapiens?

I'm not certain, but a disclaimer says it is only available to view in the US.  Anyone in another country who really wants to see it can order the overpriced DVD.  Or just skip it altogether and instead watch "Expect Us!" below - a movie from Occupy Wall Street that was just released in anticipation of the big strike on May 1, to see if you recognize a certain hat at 2:08 minutes in!

Watch Radioactive Wolves on PBS. See more from Nature.

These three short films are entirely apropos of my sort of mental progression of late.  Since I finished the treetise, the culmination of over three years amassing links to articles, websites, scientific research, and photographs, I feel a faint frisson of liberation.  It seems I must now have said everything I can possibly say about pollution killing trees and other plants...and causing ecosystem collapse and wildfires and landslides and crop failure and famine (far TOO much is more like it - "longish" was how author Charles Little charitably described it, ha).

But having finished at last...or maybe because of the change of season, with the wisteria blooms wafting their intoxicating spicy perfume, and the frantic little bird trapped in the chimney flue that finally escaped to freedom, flying off until his image was swallowed in a cerulean spring sky, and the blackhaw viburnum, although lacking quite the same ethereal luminescence of the disappearing dogwood, is shining with white flowerheads in the woodland, among other small miracles...I've had the unbidden but gladdening notion that it's okay to stop mourning the impending end of industrial civilization and most of all, to stop feeling personally liable for it.  The idea that life should be safe, stable, predictable, and painless is a hallucinatory dream fostered by the comfort of cheaply available fossil fuels, that incomparably potent power representing millions of years of concentrated, irreplaceable energy that has provided both a luxurious cushion and the assurance of our self-destruction.

To acknowledge in full that ultimately, eventually, in some configuration or other the converging catastrophes will overwhelm the past centuries of perpetual momentum blindly chasing ever greater expansion, is to suffer the unmistakable burden of a curse, without any redeeming value in the foreknowledge.  It can't be useful, because there's no way to prepare for a collapse that could be initiated at any time, from any number of instigations; and which will, because it's never happened at this global scale, proceed with a capriciously volatile trajectory and direction.  You can't store enough freeze-dried food to last forever.  You can't for eternity fend off hordes of heavily armed zombies, desperate, with nothing left to lose.

Pre-traumatic stress syndrome has its place and is unavoidable to a point - but then, it's time to recognize the inevitable triumph of the most basic and suicidal of human traits, and accept it.  We're not going to voluntarily slow the growth of our population.  We're not going to reduce our standard of living so that people in poor countries can catch up to the wealthy, or even so that our own grandchildren will have a bowl of gruel to eat.  There is never going to be a source, or conglomerate of sources, of energy equivalent to fossil fuels, not to mention there exist no substitutes for many other non-renewable, essential resources required to perpetuate life as we expect it to be.  And there is no stopping the amplifying feedbacks to climate change, and no predicting what horrifically unmanageable violent weather will be spawned from the initial forcings that are already well beyond recall.

But it is possible perhaps to reconcile the instinctive recoil from this soul-crushing glimpse into the abyss, in spite of the imprint permanently tattooed, with finding joy in living day to day.  The best we can do is cherish every minute of precious life we have got, savor each morsel of food, disseminate love...and be reverent towards any remnant of nature's glorious bounty that remains, even if it's a tragic reminder of the banquet we have squandered.  To the extent this serenity can be achieved, being a Cassandra is not a curse after all, it is a gift.  Carpe diem and all that.

I'm not going to stop blogging, or grieving for trees - and all the creatures that need them for food and habitat.  But if I'm lucky I will do so with a new insouciance.  I'm also not going to stop fighting to thwart the colossal assholes murderers who deliberately manipulate the conduits of information to obscure any prospect that people could see the truth and make an informed decision to transition to a sustainable society.  So I'm headed to New York, where a clutch of noble souls have been taking turns Occupying the Wall Street sidewalk and steps to Federal Hall for the past week, where I'll do my shift.  Presuming all goes well, then I'll meet up with the Environmental Working Group later in the afternoon to see what special tribute to Mother Earth we can concoct for May Day.  Beyond that, it looks like there is to be big push shaping up to promote a national gathering in Philadelphia over July 4, which by then most likely will be hotter than hell, and meanwhile, the efforts of democratic party operatives to co-opt the movement will relentlessly intensify.

The Mirage of Victory

The mysterious "Insider" has published the most damning exposé so far of complicity between the big green NGO's and the Democratic party in today's CounterPunch.

Captain Ozone - full video

We don't know if he (or she) dashes into phone booths to switch from superhero garb into a bespoke tailored suit, but one thing is certain - with "Manufactured Dissent", Insider has dissected the Tar Sands Action "victory" in a very uncomfortable way.  You should definitely go to that source and read every bit of this indictment, which ends:

"Activist John Stauber, author of the aforementioned “Toxic Sludge is Good for You,” weighed in on the manner, telling The Insider,

'Martin Luther King must be turning in his grave.  The much-hyped victory for civil disobedience at the White House claimed by 350.org last November is a mirage. Rather than civil disobedience, it looks now like civil obedience, pursuing the goal that President Obama smell like an Earth Day rose for his heroic stand against the XL Pipeline. The commentators in the mainstream corporate media never bought the progressive liberal hype flooding the blogosphere and media from Democracy Now! to The Nation. The crusty corporate media observers knew at the time that Obama was simply signaling that in 2013 he would be approving XL. Connecting the dots, as 350.org likes to say, it’s clear that the XL victory was a setup of epic proportions.'

Stauber continued,

'The truth is that real non-violent civil disobedience is a powerful strategy and tactic in the hands of a genuine, transparent movement of grassroots organizers. But both 350.org and its cousin The 99 Spring are driven by invisible funders with their own financial and political agenda who supply the money to do the organizing.'

The jig’s up, says Stauber, but that doesn’t mean all hope is lost.

'I would love to see the real people who have bought the hype and taken these civil disobedience trainings, and who have gone through the arrests, rise up and seize control of their own movement.'

Genuine movements come from the grassroots, not the invisible patronage of millionaires and billionaires. As the old adage goes, 'You live and you learn.'”

Fortunately there is a place where real people - even people who haven't acquired the taste for pepper spray - can rise up and seize control of our own movement - and it starts with the Occupy Wall Street General Strike on May 1.  Watch Lee Camp's Call to Action and then if you like, you can join his site and be a MOC like me!

 

Democratic Despots

Homage

Last night I was looking on the intertubes for a contact for Chris Hedges, because I have a question I want to ask him about the burning debate over two competing Occupies planned for Philadelphia this summer, over the July Fourth holiday.  I'm excited about participating, because it's close enough I can get there without too much travel and expense - and there is the potential for something historic to emerge.  But, I'm somewhat torn between the relative value of the events, whose sponsors are contentious.  I can see merit in each, so I am curious about his opinion, which I greatly respect.

I eventually located an address for him, but not before one reference led to a forum on the Democratic Underground website.  I thought to myself, ah ha! - what an excellent place to initiate a discussion with left-leaning liberal types who might be receptive to learning about how trees are dying from ozone pollution.  But first, it's necessary to register and set up a profile...and after all that, I found I still couldn't introduce a new topic until I had posted some (unspecified) number of comments on existing threads.  Sigh.  So I started.

I found this Earth Day comic, so I began chatting on that message board, about the sixth-grade doomer contest.  WELL, somebody mentioned how many wonderful things Obama has done for the environment, and I responded that I was disillusioned with our so-called democracy, and that he had actually reneged on his campaign promises - to the extent that nothing meaningful has been done to slow emissions, certainly nothing near what would be required to save us from climatic perdition and ecocide.  It became a lengthy discussion - and then suddenly I was informed, that nobody at the Democratic Underground is allowed to say anything negative about Democrats, certainly not during an election year.

I tried to explain that I honestly hadn't realized there was any prohibition - for one thing, the Hedges comment that originally brought me to their site was his opinion that Ralph Nader was the only candidate worth supporting the last time around!  By then I admit I was wondering, since when is the term "underground" not intended to be taken as meaning subversive and radical?  Perhaps I'm revealing my age.  Is their name referencing the London subway system?  The illegal economy?  The French Resistance in WWII?  But it was getting late so I went to bed, thinking I would revisit the site this morning.

Here's the notice waiting for me when I refreshed the page:

Not only that, but almost the entire conversation had vanished!  All that remains (assuming that isn't scrubbed soon too) are the friendly hello's and welcome's, and none of the substance of the debate about the efficacy of the two-party hegemony in the US.  Anything I wrote about it is gone entirely, and the other people's comments back to me have been "edited".  I wish I had copied it all, but I never expected a reaction so draconian since it wasn't a hostile screaming match, or anything even close.

As instructed by the above message, I clicked on Terms of Service, and was more than slightly appalled.

The instructions are couched in deceptively cheery terms (the entire site is loaded with those stupid round yellow emoticons that became monotonous years ago) but the unmistakeable warning is that any dissent will be ruthlessly "moderated" by ham-fisted dictators.  It's as though the participants in the forums have to be protected from any non-party-line-speak because it would spoil the positive ambience.  No wonder the Occupiers are suspicious of party politics, and worry about cooptation of the 99% revolution by MoveOn and other front groups for the Democrats like the Center for American Progress, whose articles are cited as authoritative with biblical reverence.

I suspect many people that join sites like Democratic Underground and MoveOn are blissfully unaware of the malignant mind tyranny that inhibits and controls any hint of independent thinking.  It's reminiscent of the innocent ignorance of donors to the BINGO's - the Big Non-Governmental Organizations (otherwise known as Gang Greens), who genuinely believe their contributions are saving endangered species and rescuing a habitable climate, when in reality, they are simply propping up the endowment from whence the salaries of the professional activists derive.

This was NOT a nice way to wake up, and I have family obligations that will happily supersede, at least temporarily for the rest of the day, any more fretting about the futility of disputing the fascist oligarchy into which America has degenerated.

Blame Bill Hicks for the Tyranny of the Stupid - a full length, incredibly dumb, hysterically funny movie!