Friday, February 14, 2025

CLIMATE OF WAR: THREE YEARS DOWNSTREAM

The Kremlin and the Oval Office are locked in a strategic bling race



Unquiet Flows the Don


March 2022

After Vladimir Putin seized the Crimea in 2014, he tried to shift blame for its woes on to Ukraine. He made the case that, by virtue of long occupation—Crimea was taken from the Ottomans in 1783 by Catharine the Great and defended by Nicholas the First in the Crimean War—the temperate peninsula was as Russian as Tolstoy or Red Square.

His PR campaign began not with kind words to Crimea’s Ukrainians, but by making Tatar Crimea’s official second Language. Because, in 1941, in a prequel to ethnic cleansing in the Balkans, Stalin deported the Crimean Tatars. A quarter of them died on the road to Uzbekistan and the survivors were kept in exile for a generation.

Could Ukrainians in the recently occupied territories also end up as strangers in their own land? Putin speaks of Russians Great, White, and Little, but his Soviet nostalgia hardly extends to many of its “Autonomous Republics.” The ethnic solidarity of Tatarstan, not far east of Moscow, is signaled by apartment towers with brick prayer rug facades facing Mecca. In 2014 Putin acknowledged the second language of the back streets of Sevastopol, but not the nationhood of its speakers.

The Russo-Ukrainian divide runs deeper than dialect. Rivers are two-way streets, and in the first millennium river trade connected the Kievan Rus to Northern Russia’s principalities. But proximity to Byzantium led to Kyiv’s conversion to Greek Orthodoxy long before the Baltic North. Not until 1253 were All the Russias united in the person of Alexander Nevsky, Prince of Novgorod and Grand Prince of Kiev.



Putin turned his nation into a natural gas station with a growing line of anxious customers, Ukraine among them—the closer to Russia, the colder the winter and the greater the political leverage the supply of Russian gas affords. Nor is this the Ukraine’s commodity exchange debut. The rich chernozem soil of its plains long made it the breadbasket of Europe. The flow of wheat barges down the Dnieper modulated the price of bread in 19th century Paris much as trans-Ukrainian gas pipeline flow rates move energy futures today.

There is also more to Ukraine’s energy story than fossil fuel. Just as America tried to build its way out of the Great Depression with the Tennessee Valley Authority and the Hoover Dam, Soviet planners tried to use hydropower to leverage post-revolutionary economic growth. In 1927, Stalin broke ground near Kiev, for a series of massive dams descending the Dnieper to the Black Sea in a five-step cascade that still dwarfs the TVA.

A satellite image of the Ukraine plainly shows the results. A thousand-mile stretch of the Dnieper now consists of broad reservoirs rising behind hydroelectric dams so high that should one fail, a virtual tsunami could roll downriver to the Black Sea.




To paraphrase a Congressman's view of the water wars in America's Wild West,Ukraine is 


a place where vodka is for drinking and water is for fighting over.


Kyiv reacted to Putin’s 2014 annexation by damming the Crimean Canal and cutting off much 

of its water supply, a move Russia reversed last year by blowing up the dam in an act recalling


what Putin’s predecessors did in World War II.


On August 14 1941, Stalin reacted to the Nazi blitzkrieg roaring across the Ukrainian steppe by ordering the KGB’s predecessor, the NKVD, to dynamite the greatest dam on the Dnieper. This did more than interrupt the German advance. An unannounced wall of water swept down the valley, drowning tens of thousands of Ukrainians and some 2,000 Soviet troops in the Dnieper delta. The dam was swiftly rebuilt, just in time to be blown up again by the retreating Germans in 1943.





Like the TVA hydropower plants on the Ohio, the Dnieper dams were joined in the postwar 


decades by nuclear power plants cooled by the river. The Cossack country that starts at the


river runs all the way east to Rostov on Don, and the huge Zaporizhzhya nuclear station is 


eponymous with the Sint once led by Taras Bulba.


Zaporizhzhya’s six reactors have just been captured intact by a column of Russian tanks and mobile artillery following a flare-illuminated night attack. As a result, Putin acquired a six-pack of up and running gigawatt reactors—a bookable 25-billion-dollar asset with an even higher replacement cost.

A more acute economic risk may dampen the invasion’s bottom line. One reason the Soviets retreated from Afghanistan in 1989 was the skyrocketing cost of lost aircraft. At the invasion’s height, the Soviets were justly proud of their air superiority—they had the world’s most formidable attack helicopters and knew how to use them. Their titanium armored helicopter gunships and attack aircraft could shrug off anything from AK-47 bullets to garnets shot as musket balls from antique jezails.

Asymmetrical warfare can be as much economic as tactical, and Putin is being reminded that now as in 1986, the world’s best combat aircraft come with staggering price tags–upwards of seventy million dollars for the top-of-the-line Sukoi 35 fighter bombers now attacking Kyiv.

In the Reagan years I advocated giving the Afghan resistance three things. Simple video gear to make the invaders as liable for on-camera atrocities as bad cops with body cameras, cheap but bullet proof Kevlar cloth, and America’s latest surface-to-air missile. With both ultraviolet and infrared imaging detectors, the Stinger of that era was not easily distracted by countermeasures and as often as not chased down its acquired target and blew a hole in its engine.

The downside was that this lethal weapon cost a hundred thousand dollars a shot. Many in Congress thought it as dangerous as it was expensive, for in the wrong hands it could down a civilian airliner as easily as a military helicopter. That view was overridden by Texas Democrat Charlie Wilson.

In 1983 he boosted the black budget of the CIA’s Operation Cyclone, earmarking $17 million for MK72 Stingers to shoot down Mi-24 Hind helicopters. In 1984 the agency asked for and got a further $50 million, and $300 million of unused Pentagon money was transmuted into enough to rival the number of Soviet aircraft in Afghanistan. As those aircraft had inflicted heavy civilian casualties, the Mujaheddin began to use the Stingers with a literal vengeance – Soviet air losses trebled in three years. An invasion intended to pay for itself via Afghan resource exports started hemorrhaging billions of rubles as aircraft losses rose.

A replay is in the offing in Ukraine, which has received more new MK73E7 Stingers than the Russians have attack helicopters. The AI-tinged microprocessors of this third-generation hardware reportedly deliver 90% lock-on lethality. Just as American Javelin and British NLAW anti-armor missiles slowed the invasion’s tempo by clogging its arteries with the carcasses of 200 tanks and uncounted trucks and armored personnel carriers, the up to date Stingers, together with Polish (and Russian!) portable surface-to-air missiles have forced the revision of the invaders’ operational air war.

Putin’s territorial ambitions have some basis in the universal desire for strategic depth. European borders defined by features of the landscape have trumped straight lines drawn on maps since the days of the Roman limes, and, as with post-colonial Africa, Russia knows the risks posed by arbitrary and physically undefined borders.

Like the Rio Grande or the Rhine, the Dnieper has a place in cultural history as a signifier not just of division, but regional integration. Rivers have bridges on both banks, and mental and political maps may gain stability from permanent features of reference. For four thousand years Kherson has stood at the Dnieper’s mouth. The Chersonese coast is literally the stuff of legend–a place the Argonauts sailed by. It’s down east from Constanta, where Ovid was exiled, and downstream from where the Varangian Vikings first knit together the economies of Moscow, Kiev, and Constantinople. If Putin wants to declare victory before he gets too many legions killed, he’s already picked up enough territory to claim a triumph.

With Cherson, the harbor cities of the Sea of Azov, and Sevastopol’s naval base already in hand, Putin has scant need for another strategic port like Odessa. Having consolidated Russia’s place as a European energy hegemon—his new coastal conquests come with vast offshore gas and oil reserves—he could declare victory and leave a divided Kiev standing, still the capital of a nation large as Germany. The re-partition of Ukraine along the Dnieper by Putin might not register in Russian annals as a restoration of Empire, but it would leave the KGB’s favorite son free to imagine himself astride an equestrian statue or two, riding into the sunset and a safe place in Russia’s schoolbooks. which is a lot better than Feliks Dzerzhinsky ever did.

His Black Seaboard gambit makes more sense considered as a game of go rather than chess. The 2014 annexation of Crimea was the first stepping-stone up the Dnieper. He’s already turned the Sea of Azov back into a Russian lake and seized the river’s most important renewable energy assets. What more could he want? The Great Steppe is a profoundly Russian landform, and the Dnieper demarcates its western edge. If Moscow once again controls it, the partition of Kyiv could become a likelier outcome than its wanton destruction. It wouldn’t take a Berlin Wall to divide the Ukrainian capital. A river runs through it.

The Dnieper flows quiet as the Don and wide as the Hudson though downtown Kyiv. With his forces already controlling much of the East Bank, seizing the rest is, like it or not, something Putin might get away with, for nature created a strategic divide by carving the Dnieper into the Ukrainian landscape at the end of the last Ice Age.

Nothing so substantial stood in the way of the Warsaw Pact when Germany reunited, but that event failed to send tanks rolling, or ICBM’s flying. Such is the force of nuclear deterrence that, great as it looms as a human tragedy, the prospective loss of half the Ukraine is not a plausible casus bello. John Mearsheimer has noted that Crimea’s re-annexation was spearheaded by troops from a Russian base in Sevastopol, held, rather like Guantanamo Bay, under a very long-term lease. It follows that seizing the Ukraine east of the Dnieper would not move Russia’s border any closer to a NATO member than it already is. That dubious sub-strategic distinction already belongs to the short stretch of the Black Sea separating Rumania from the Crimea, whose Russian reconquest in 2014 failed to trigger Article 5 of the NATO treaty.

This leaves a dilemma. Well-justified as the anger of the Ukrainians and the indignation of the world at this murderous incursion may be, starting a land war in Asia against a nuclear power is not a fiduciary option.

So, what is to be done? The protective services surrounding Putin and Zelensky are as vigilant as the lines of headhunters queued up behind Senator Graham and the Wagner Organization are long, but nobody has the back of the millions of Ukrainian men, women and children literally driven underground as the first drops of hypersonic rain streak down from the skies of the first war of the future.

Russell Seitz
Boca Grande, FL
March 2022

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

                 UP FROM VEGANUARY     


WHILE  AUSTRALIAN  VEGANS STRIVE TO PASS TOFU  OFF AS KENTUCKY FRIED SWAN , AN  AI  IMPERSONATOR HALLUCINATES ON THE  UNDERLYING QUESTION:

Can You Eat Swans?


Answer

Yes, you can eat swans. In fact, they are quite tasty. Swans are a bit fatty, but they have a delicate flavor that is worth savoring. They are often cooked with butter and herbs, which brings out their best qualities. Some people also enjoy eating their eggs.


Who Is Allowed To Eat Swans?

According to the USDA, anyone over the age of six can legally kill and eat a swan. This includes children as long as they are supervised by an adult. The only exception to this rule is if you are in possession of a hunting or fishing license and you are using your licensed firearm to kill or capture the swan.


Why Can Only The Queen Eat Swan?

The Queen is the only one in the world that can eat a swan. Legend has it that when the Queen was younger, she lost her brother in a hunting accident. Her father, the King, made her promise to take revenge on all of the other princes for what had happened. So, she began to eat swans. Nobody knows why she’s the only one who can do it, but she’s been able to do it for centuries. The King always gives her a new swan each time, and she eats it in front of all of her courtiers.


Can You Go To Jail For Killing A Swan?

In the United States, it is against the law to kill any type of bird. 


However, there is a small chance that someone could be arrested and jailed for killing a swan. 

The law is actually based on a 1938 case in which two brothers were charged with killing a swan. The brothers claimed that they had been hunting ducks when they came across the swan and shot it accidentally.


However, the court ruled in favor of the prosecution and sentenced the brothers to six months in jail. Since then, anyone convicted of killing a swan has faced serious consequences, including jail time.


Can You Shoot Swans?

Generally speaking, the answer is no. There are a few cases where it may be legal to shoot swans, but for the most part, this is not something that people do. Many reasons exist for why shooting swans is generally discouraged. The primary reason is because it can cause significant damage to both the birds and the environment. Additionally, shooting swan can also be dangerous for those involved.


Is A Swan A Goose?

The answer to this question is a little bit complicated. Generally speaking, swans are considered to be birds of the goose family, while geese are considered to be birds of the duck family. However, there are some exceptions to this rule. For example, the trumpeter swan is generally considered to be a bird of the swan family, but it is also related to the goose family because it breeds in water and has a duck-like bill. So, technically, it is a bird of both families.


Can You Eat White Swans?

The answer to this question is not as cut and dry as one might think. 


While there is no clear consensus on whether or not white swans are kosher, many authorities contend that they are not kosher because they have a prominent beak. Others maintain that the primary criterion for determining if a bird is kosher is if it has a split hoof, which does not appear to be the case with white swans. In any case, it would seem wise to consult a knowledgeable rabbi before attempting to enjoy this succulent bird on Pesach.


How Do You Make Swan Meat?


Making swan meat can be a fun and rewarding experience for the home cook. The basic steps are as follows:


1) Capture the swan. A hunting license is not required, but you must follow all state regulations when capturing the bird.


2) Gather all of the necessary supplies. These include a capture net, a knife, a cutting board, some clean water, and some food for the bird (such as bread). 


3) Once you have gathered your supplies, head to a nearby body of water where you will find plenty of wild swans swimming around.


4) When you find a suitable bird, approach it cautiously and set up your net. Try to avoid making any sudden movements that could spook the swan.


Sunday, February 2, 2025

POLITICAL CLIMATE BLAMED FOR DC BIRD MIGRATION

Senior Pentagon officials have suggested Breitbart should share press corridor space with the DOD Animal Veterans Aviary for formerly embedded emotional support parrots:


As political climate change continues, the Naval Observatory & Aviary is expected to house new endangered species as well as the Vice President of the United States, and feathered Presidential Appointees



Wednesday, January 29, 2025

AFTER MARS, WILL MUSK SEEK INTELLIGENT LIFE
                           ON PLANET MURDOCH ?


 The Wall Street Journal 

     March 11 2005    Arts & Leisure Section   Taste Commentary 

     Reading The Red Planet

 

 

By  Russell Seitz

 

           In 1880, a myopic Harvard graduate was almost killed galloping headlong into the captain of an opposing polo team. Given a telescope to gaze through as a convalescent pastime, Percival Lowell soon thought that he saw not just canals on Mars but greenery. He devoted himself to astronomy and founded an eponymous observatory in Flagstaff, Ariz.

 

    But much of what he sketched of Mars others could neither see nor photograph. In 1976 NASA’s Viking Lander revealed a panorama of desolation—a world seemingly as dead as Lowell’s reputation. Yet science often beggars fiction. A generation later, a whiff of embalming fluid may herald the discovery of life on Mars.

 

   Last year, a flood of purple prose about water as the cradle of life on the Red Planet flowed from the Opportunity probe’s discovery that Mars’s saline sands were once as damp as the underside of a walrus. This year, a satellite orbiting the planet has found evidence of an equator once carpeted by ice floes and a recently active geyser. Things have gotten more colorful too. Beyond hematite blueberries and green vitriol on the surface, the spectrum of the Martian atmosphere shows inklings of organic complexity.

 

   Earthbound telescopes have found more than inklings. There is, it now appears, formaldehyde along with methane—i.e., coal gas—in Mars’s tenuous air. This is a big deal because they exist in equilibrium, a discovery rich with vital implications. Oxygen and sunlight turn methane into the deadly preservative, but because Mars lacks an ozone layer, the pungent formaldehyde molecules are soon zapped out of existence by ultraviolet rays. The solar wind is blasting methane off the top of the Martian stratosphere, too, so the megatons of formaldehyde in the Martian air imply a constant infusion of fresh methane.

 

   So what? Some geophysicists insist that methane on Earth arises from inorganic sources (e.g., carbide minerals), not just from life (either end of a cow) and its decay (coal). But unlike the tectonically vigorous Earth, Mars’s effete geology lacks a crustal conveyor belt to exhume gases from its depths. Absent such upheaval, Occam’s razor cuts in: The alternative methane source is life.

 

   Ah, life on Mars! We’ve heard that one before. Few other potential tourist destinations have offered so wide a range of speculation. Edgar Rice Burroughs, better known for Tarzan, tipped his hat to Trollope by portraying Mars as hunt country, where Confederate veteran  John Carter meets not little green men, but fifteen footers  with  four arms and an attitude. Before long he encounters red,  white,  and  yellow Martians galloping  astride  eight legged saber-toothed sloths, pursuing ten legged foxes and maidens demurely attired in stainless-steel brassieres.

 

    The high-water mark of Hollywood’s Saturday serials was Flash Gordon’s arrival on the Martian scene. Hot on the heels of Orson Welles’s 1938 “War of the Worlds” broadcast came “Flash Gordon’s Trip to Mars,”  Though the thinly fictionalized  Gordon was billed as  the son of Yale’s Observatory  Director and captain of its polo team, rounding up eight legged ponies  posed  a casting problem,  so as a  concession   to  Burroughs’  , the  hero  was shown wrestling an octopus in the aquarium of Ming the Merciless, the  art deco eco-terrorist whose  favorite toy, the  climate destroying  Nitron raygun  has made a comeback in  Michael Crichton’s latest technothriller. America loved Flash, and Cole Porter soon had Bing Crosby crooning: “Have you heard, it’s in the stars, / Next July we collide with Mars?”  

 

Porter was 35 years off, but eventually collide we did—more space probes have crashed on Mars than landed. NASA’s past failures to fish up Martian life may be due to random bad luck with landing sites—one mile off a Palm Springs fairway , the landscape seems as sterile as Death Valley. Magnification matters, too. It’s hard to overlook a cavalry of giant sloth, but bacteria are seriously small and often tucked into unattractive places.

 

   It makes one wonder what we may have missed. Bits of Mars are occasionally flung to Earth by impacting asteroids, ending up as the meteorites called shergottites. Reports of tiny fossils in one of them have not panned out, but the rocks match the isotopic composition of Mars so exactly that few doubt that they have been whacked into the inner solar system like golf balls of the gods. Plain-vanilla physics likewise dictates that bits of Earth have hit the Martian fairways over the eons too. One day, Earthmen on Mars may trip over alien-looking rocks from home.

 

   This is less peculiar than it sounds. Deep space is a hostile place, but precisely because it’s cold out there, cosmic rays and the solar wind can take a long time to sterilize the rocks flying through it. What if a hypervelocity impact on Earth sent not bits of dead dinosaur but some mineral-encased spores clear to Mars?

 

If anything earthly got to Mars alive, it can have done only one of three things: lived long, prospered or died. If hardy critters from Earth’s ecological skid row landed in Martian brine 10 or 10,000 eons ago—bacteria that thrive in acid hot springs, for instance, or Antarctic frost heaves—it’s bad news for Carl Sagan fans today. What will become of funding for the SETI project—searching for extraterrestrial intelligence—if we meet the aliens and they is us? Or us is them?

 

It would be nice to have some evidence either way. A few strenuous years could see the dispatch of some purpose-built probes to solve the conundrum. Recent Mars-destined instruments have focused not on life but on rocks, and you can’t do molecular biology with a geologist’s pick. NASA needs money enough to send several robots (in case one crashes as usual) carrying not Viking’s Edsel-vintage life detectors but 21st-century mass spectrometers, biochips and glimmerings of artificial intelligence to run them.

 

If this little fleet sniffs a shift in the light and heavy isotopes in the air, or notices DNA in whatever damp cavern it can drill into, it’s even money that we will have to get used to having neighbors. But don’t get your hopes up, B-movie fans. The odds against Martians sacking Grover’s Mills, N.J.—à la Orson Welles—remain, well, astronomical. Think slime and you won’t be disappointed.

 

In 1969, the Eagle landed on the moon in pathetic black and white after rising in thunder and flame  like 9/11 run backward. Mars deserves better. This time, the taxpaying audience should demand NASA’s full bandwidth and the eye-popping resolution of an IMAX camera. For if we encounter anything not of this Earth on Mars, its image will begin a new and endless iconic dynasty. You can only be alone in the same universe once.

                            UNHAND ME, CLIMATE WHIPLASH !




"“Los Angeles is burning, and accelerating hydroclimate whiplash is the key climate connection.”

That was the first line of the UCLA Press Release on a recently-published Nature review paper Swain et al. (2025): Hydroclimate Volatility on a Warming Earth.

Thanks in no small part to the huge journalistic audience that lead author Dr. Daniel Swain commands, the “climate whiplash” vernacular was immediately adopted in international headlines covering the recent Los Angeles fires:

This coverage is not entirely organic as organizations like Covering Climate Now—which advise journalists on how to frame stories through a climate lens—highlighted climate whiplash as a good talking point for the Los Angeles fires."