If a man invests all of his money, all of his time, and all of his intellect into giving the world what it needs...
the world will have no choice but to give him what he wants.
So, I've worked in the beef industry. I have a fairly detailed knowledge of beef markets, the supply chain, parasites and parasiticides, etc. Suffice it to say, this is a nightmare scenario, but one we've known was coming since at least 2022.
New World Screwworm was eradicated from North and Central America in the mid-90's. The US gov't (APHIS) funded a program of screwworm drops, where they bred sterile males so that extant populations couldn't reproduce and move northwards. But in 2022 NWS jumped the Darien gap and started moving northwards once again. It's most likely that they came undetected on livestock brought alongside migrants fleeing political instability in South and Central America. Elon Musk/DOGE, of course, cut several monitoring programs that would have detected this exact scenario. The screwworm drops are still funded, but the monitoring programs are what have been cut - a stupid move if there ever was one.
A serious Central/South America policy would have worked hand-in-hand with CA/SA governments to help contain this, but we've never had a serious policy towards South America, not during the Biden years, and especially not under Trump. The USDA broke ground on a sterile screwworm facility in Texas... last month. I worry it's too little, too late.
Screwworm is so dangerous because, unlike other fly larvae, they lay eggs and feed on living flesh. So something like a small scratch (or even bug bite) can quickly becomes infested, and the larvae will burrow into the flesh, growing the wound and attracting more screwworm. They don't only parasitize cattle, but will also feed on wildlife, domestic pets, even humans. Since they have detected screwworms in domesticated cattle right now, it's likely that there is a wild reservoir as well. We can quarantine herds and pets, but we can't quarantine deer and armadillos. They will move, and so will the NWS.
Under normal circumstances, cattle are moved around - a lot. Calves will be sent to stockers through their adolescence, then shipped to feedlots for finishing. A lot of calving operations (like 70%) are small, and small-time producers don't always catch parasite infestations. Cattle moved in-state don't require a certificate of veterinary inspection, so it's easy for an infested animal to be moved without being noticed. Animals crossing state lines do need a CVI, but Texas has such an enormous cattle population (something like 13 million head) that as goes Texas, so goes the nation.
Fortunately, we have a lot of drugs that treat NWS. The FDA has issued several emergency use authorizations in the last year or so. But every input raises the price of beef, and treatment only makes a difference if producers catch an infestation early. If an infestation spreads unnoticed on a large feedlot, it can hit hard, both in terms of cattle that have to be killed, and treatments that then have to be deployed. Producers will spend days at a time running cattle through the chute, inspecting them and applying parasiticides. It costs a lot of money, which is then passed on to the consumer.
What does that mean for you? Beef is a commodity, and just because there's no NWS up here in Illinois doesn't mean that prices won't skyrocket - and they will skyrocket. US herd size is already at record lows, and this will result in culls. Consumer prices also run 18-24 months behind, which means that shocks to the supply chain now are still going to be felt by consumers in 2028.
It's hard to say if our government will be able to muster an effective response - though I don't trust our current administration, which can't even throw a 250th anniversary party, to be able to deal with an ecological issue of this magnitude. It doesn't help that our current USDA secretary is a lawyer and think-tank creature. I don't much trust the state government of Texas either. The industry has also taken the workforce of large animal veterinarians for granted - a monopoly/market power issue that I just can't get in to here.
For me, it comes back to our federal government having an incoherent policy on Central and South America. We knew what was coming, we know what's going to happen, but we cut the program meant to prevent this scenario. Instead of taking those countries seriously as partners, the government has been stupid and domineering.
Here's the kicker: this is what the industry voted for. They might scream, they might get bailed out, but all that means is that you, the consumer, are going to be paying more for beef, plus whatever bailout gets shoveled their way. Until the industry accepts that they are part of a larger system; that they cannot eternally privatize the gains and publicize the losses of beef production; that they need to consider sustainability and stewardship in the management of their operations, this is only going to keep happening. Eventually, they may find that there is very little goodwill for them among the public, and people will decide that a Brazilian ribeye tastes just as good as one from Texas.
A patient asked me: "Doc, every time I eat a heavy lunch, I feel like I need a nap an hour later. Is all the blood literally draining from my brain into my stomach?"
This is one of the most widely accepted physiological myths.
An 18-line Latin prayer proclaiming Christ as the Son of God, invoking Saint Titus, containing the words of Saint Paul, and carried by a man well over a hundred years before the first Bible ever existed, is the most Catholic thing you'll see today.
Look at this photograph.
It’s 1968.
The man carrying this little boy on his shoulders is not his father.
His father has just left.
Left his mother.
Left their home.
Left for another life.
And the man who showed up — who drove 45 minutes across London just to check on a 5-year-old boy whose world had suddenly fallen apart — is holding him steady with both hands while the child laughs at the top of his lungs.
That drive would inspire the best-selling Beatles single of all time.
The boy’s name was Julian Lennon.
And he has never quite known how to feel about it.
Julian Charles John Lennon was born on April 8, 1963.
Four days earlier, The Beatles had released their first album.
His father, John Lennon, was becoming one of the most famous people on Earth.
From the beginning, music came first.
The touring.
The recording.
The chaos.
The fame.
Julian came after all of it.
Paul McCartney, however, had known Julian since he was a baby. He watched him grow up while the world around the Beatles became louder and stranger and harder to survive.
Then, in May 1968, John told Cynthia Lennon their marriage was over.
He had fallen in love with Yoko Ono.
Cynthia later said she came home from vacation and found Yoko already there.
Just like that, the family was broken apart.
Julian was five years old.
Paul McCartney decided to drive out to see Cynthia and Julian.
No cameras.
No publicity.
No grand gesture.
Just a friend showing up because a little boy was hurting.
And during that drive, Paul started humming.
“Hey Jules… don’t make it bad…”
Later, he changed “Jules” to “Jude.”
The song became “Hey Jude.”
Released in August 1968, it spent nine weeks at No. 1 in America, sold millions of copies, and became the biggest-selling Beatles single in history.
But for Julian Lennon, the song carried two truths at once.
To the world, it became comfort.
To him, it became memory.
A reminder that his father had walked away.
And that another man had stepped in long enough to help carry the weight.
Years later, Julian admitted he has a “love-hate relationship” with the song.
Because every stadium singalong…
Every radio replay…
Every well-meaning person saying “Your song!”…
Also brings him back to that moment when his childhood changed forever.
Yet even through all the complicated feelings, one thing never changed:
He never forgot that Paul showed up.
Not because he had to.
Not because it benefited him.
But because a child needed kindness.
Look at the photograph one more time.
A little boy laughing with his whole body.
A man holding him securely on his shoulders.
Two hands making sure he doesn’t fall.
Julian doesn’t know yet about the divorce.
About the fame.
About the legal battles.
About inheritance disputes.
About the strange burden of having your pain turned into one of the most famous songs ever written.
Right now, he only knows one thing:
Someone came.
And sometimes, for a child, that is everything.
TRUE LIFE STORY 😂🇬🇧
I was driving a 2013 Kia in the Darlington UK 🇬🇧.
The car was perfect. MOT renewed, serviced regularly, no issues whatsoever.
One snowy morning, it just stopped in the middle of nowhere on my way to work.
Towed it to a mechanic.
2 days later:
“Oga, you need new engine.”
£2,000+ bill… and 3 weeks waiting time.
Omo, I couldn’t wait.
We praise pilots who refuse to fly unsafe aircraft.
We admire engineers who halt dangerous projects.
Yet somehow, when healthcare leaders make difficult decisions in the interest of safety, some people suddenly believe obedience should matter more than judgment.
Hollywood spent 21 years pretending this didn't happen first.
Michael Jai White headlined Spawn in 1997. A Black actor leading a major comic book movie, two decades before Black Panther made the idea look brand new.
The face in this clip cost him two to four hours of makeup every shoot day. Glued-on bodysuit, yellow contacts that shredded his eyes, a mask that choked his breathing. He credited his martial arts background for surviving days most actors would have walked off.
The film was a New Line gamble. Greenlit around $20M, ballooned past $40M once early effects footage came back, because the producers believed they could match Men in Black's visuals at half the cost. It pulled roughly $88M and got buried by critics on arrival.
Now look at what it opened. Blade arrived in 1998. Luke Cage, Black Panther, the entire run of Black-led comic adaptations followed. Black Panther alone cleared $1.3 billion in 2018.
The movie people file away as a forgotten misfire was the proof of concept for one of the most valuable lanes in modern Hollywood. White carried it there first, under a mask that barely let him breathe.