Deaf ears

I mentioned before about how delighted I was at everyone’s refusal to step in and help bail Donald “Orange Arsehole” Trump out of the mess that he’s got himself, his country, and now the entire world into. My thoughts were mainly around Europe in that post, but news has come in that he is now throwing his toys out of the playpen because Japan are allegedly withholding their secret weapon and won’t commit to sending it… er… him to the Middle East.

The thing is, life and politics and the internet are now just so weird, and Trump is so epically stupid, that you could actually imagine this might have been a genuine request and that he is genuinely upset about it being denied. He’s probably still pissed off that King Kong didn’t somehow prevent 9/11.

Which is exactly why we find ourselves in this whole horrific situation (Trump’s stupidity, not the big ape/World Trade Center thing).

The “next global health crisis” is not new news

This morning in the Daily Maverick – it’s been going downhill for a while – was this opinion piece:

Gosh. Really?

It’s 2026. Microbiologists have been watching this happen for 30 or more years already, and we’ve been telling you about it for almost as long.

Even on this blog, which isn’t a microbiology blog, we’ve covered all of this in some detail. Some repeated detail.

In 2012:

The time will come (soon), when we run out of antibiotics and we’ll be at the mercy of what are – at the moment, at least – minor infections. Advanced surgery like transplantation, will become impossible – immunosuppressed patients will simply not survive the inevitable infections without prophylactic (preventative) antibiotic treatment. Even “basic” surgery will be impossible for the same reasons. Anything around the abdomen – appendicitis, for example – will effectively mean game over.

In 2013:

Dame Sally Davies (the Chief Medical Officer in the UK) thinks that “…the threat from infections that are resistant to frontline antibiotics was so serious that the issue should be added to the government’s national risk register of civil emergencies.”
And that puts it alongside threats like “explosive volcanic eruptions” and “catastrophic terrorist acts”.

Twice, actually:

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) in the US revealed (just before the Federal Shutdown) that of the 2 million plus Americans affected by antibiotic resistant bugs each year, around 23,000 will die.

And then 2014:

“We risk going into a post-antibiotic era, and that could start any time in the next 10 or 20 years, when modern medicine becomes impossible. Routine surgical procedures – hip replacements, caesarean sections, modern cancer treatments – all are based on using antibiotics to prevent or treat infections. Without them, people will die.”

I was still banging the drum in 2015:

This is not a futuristic scenario … it is being played out right here, right now, in South Africa and other countries across the globe. Decisions to withhold surgery based purely on the patient being colonised by pan-resistant bacteria are being made, and people are dying of untreatable infections in our hospitals and communities. Quite simply, our abuse of antibiotics is destroying modern medicine as we know it. 

And then again six months later:

But it seems that a lot of people simply don’t understand what antibiotic resistance and superbugs are. Research has shown that there are two main categories of misunderstanding here. Both are bad, but you can completely understand the confusion of the 20% of people who have simply misheard the word and believe that it’s actually a “Superb Hug”. That wouldn’t be bad at all. It would be… well… superb. And a hug. Everyone loves hugs. Especially superb ones.

That’s not going to kill you.

Sadly, the other 80% of those who don’t get what antibiotic resistance is, think that it’s the patient who becomes resistant to the antibiotic:

2016. Ten whole years ago:

And again, just before 2017 as the UK Government announced their War on Superbugs:

It’s not a bad idea. It’s just a 15-years-too-late idea.


Apparently, I gave up on being a stuck record after that, because what’s the point in warning people if no-one is listening? It’s all too easy to become apathetic, and there are plenty of other things to be worried about since then, like Covid, like Trump, like numerous attempted World Wars and like the baggage retrieval system they’ve got at Heathrow.

Because there is no focus to this problem, because it is just a slow, ongoing, insidious issue, no-one is taking it seriously. Sure, there are a lot of words from scientists and doctors, but until the public get on board, there won’t be any action, because all too often, policy decisions are made on popular things, not on important things.

As Rowan Govender notes in the not-quite-as-good-as-it-used-to-be Daily Maverick (link way back up there):

Antimicrobial resistance does not trigger the same urgency as an explosive outbreak. It spreads across hospitals, farms, communities and borders without a single dramatic moment of recognition. Yet its cumulative impact could rival or surpass many traditional pandemics.

Yes, it’s happening now. It’s been happening for the last 30 years. But mostly, we’ve been able to avert the crisis by moving to a different drug when the first one didn’t work. And more recently, sometimes even to a third or fourth drug if the second or third didn’t work.

Sadly, this can’t continue, because we’re using up our drug options far faster than we can make new drug options. We’re running out of options. And so, increasingly, when a patient has an infection, there are times when none of the drugs that we can use are effective in treating that. And yes, we all have immune systems that might be able to help out, but we had those before we discovered antibiotics, and the data very clearly shows that they’re not able to do it all by themselves.

That’s why global deaths from infectious diseases decreased by over 70% after penicillin was first used in 1942.

The first outbreak of fully resistant bacterial disease is really not that far way, and ironically, the current world geopolitical situation might exacerbate the problem. Food shortages and inflation will lead to increased poverty, poor living conditions and malnutrition, and a larger number of people immediately vulnerable to infectious diseases.

Even after learning a lot through the Covid pandemic, we’re still hugely underprepared for this eventuality. And it will end in disaster.

You can’t say that you weren’t warned.

What a difference a week made…

…168 little hours.

[with apologies to Dinah Washington]

March 8th 2026: Don’t send warships.

March 14th 2026: Send warships.

Flip flopping like a fish out of water. And hopefully expiring just as quickly.

I’m no big fan of Iran or their leadership, and no big fan of the UK PM either*, but I’m right with Starmer on his stance on this issue so far. Just as Iran has gradually isolated itself from its neighbours, so Trump is now doing exactly the same with the US’s allies. And I’m glad that so many leaders are showing him a diplomatic middle finger and choosing not to be a contributor in this unholy mess he’s made and continues to make.

The sad thing is that this is a global issue. No matter whether you choose to support the Israeli and US action in the Middle East or you choose to condemn it (or anywhere in between), we’re all affected by the decisions of this dementia-ridden bag of poorly painted skin.

And never in a good way.

* There are levels here, obviously.

Let’s do this again

14 years on, and we haven’t learned a thing.

We’re supposed to be grown-ups. Adults. And yet, at 6pm this evening, we’ll head out onto the pitch for another potentially epic 5-a-side football game against some other supposed adults.

Nothing wrong with that, you might think – if you aren’t in Cape Town, that is, because if you are in Cape Town then you know very well that there’s something very wrong with it – because it’s rather warm out.

Really actually quite warm already.
Almost bordering on hot, one could argue.

And, as I alluded to above, there’s history here. And it really isn’t pretty.

It was horrible. One of the worst footballing experiences of my life. Within 2 minutes of running around, I was gasping, drenched through with sweat, and feeling dizzy and nauseous. These, even by Cape Town standards, were extreme conditions. The ball wasn’t even flying through the air properly. I felt truly awful.
Some sort of sense of self-preservation should probably have kicked in here. But it didn’t. And so, with a couple of breaks, we continued to toil for an hour. What utter, utter idiots.

We all (mostly) remember (some of) that day.
I think my therapist called it PTSD: Phenomenal Temperature, Stupid Decision.

And it’s already 6 degrees warmer today than it was back on that day in February 2012.

Common sense says that they call the games off this evening. At best, it’s going to be extremely unpleasant, at worst, it could actually be dangerous. But they probably won’t. And that being the case, common sense says that we should forfeit the game. But that’s absolutely not how we roll, and I grudgingly have to respect our determination. Even though we’re clearly being very daft here.

I really wouldn’t recommend such bravado though.
To coin Wilfred Owen:

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro manus mori.

The game is still going ahead as I write this.

See you on the other side, I guess.
And yes, you can choose any meaning of that phrase that seems fit.

World’s gone mad.

How is this a real image?

I know it’s couple of days old now, and that things move fast these days, especially in the case of this conflict. But it looks like something from a cartoon.

And yet it’s also tragic that there are kids inspecting this unexploded missile in a field in Syria.

Still, could be worse…

“Ahmed! Stop that right now!”