Bill Maher on deranged Republicans

February 11, 2026 • 11:45 am

I missed this Bill Maher “New Rules” clip from last October, but better late than never.  In this segment called “Crazy in gov,” Maher assesses whether Democrats or Republicans are more deranged,  Although he does point out some craziness on the part of “progressives,” but it is the Republicans who get the Most Deranged prize. So much for people who think Maher is right. He’s a classical liberal, for crying out loud!

I feel sorry for press secretary Karoline Leavitt, forced to mouth ardent defenses of Trump, but on the other hand maybe she actually believes the pablum she regurgitates.

Maher’s guests here are Michael Steele, co-host of MNBC Weeknight, and CNN political analyst Kate Bedingfield, who was former White House director of communications under Biden.

Bad Bunny is bad, brings obscenity to the Super Bowl

February 11, 2026 • 10:20 am

UPDATE: I couldn’t make out the lyrics, but Grok gave what he sang (h/t Luana), so it isn’t nearly as obscene as the entire lyrics linked here. But there are still obscene bits, not to mention suggestive ones. I suggest you use Google translate on this Spanish: “Si te lo meto no me llame'” And “if I put it in”? What does that mean?

So consider this a partial retraction. However, it’s still a pretty dirty song and there is also the crotch-grabbing and mock copulation.

[Parte II: Yo Perreo Sola + Safaera][Refrán: Nesi & Bad Bunny]
Ante’ tú me pichaba’ (Tú me pichaba’)
Ahora yo picheo (Mmm, nah)
Antes tú no quería’ (No quería’)
Ahora yo no quiero (Mmm, no)
Ante’ tú me pichaba’ (-chaba’)
¡Las mujeres en el mundo entero!
Ahora yo picheo
Antes tú no quería’
Ahora yo no quiero
¡Perreando sin miedo!
English Translation:
Before, you ignored me (You ignored me)
Now I ignore you (Mmm, nah)
Before, you didn’t want to (Didn’t want to)
Now I don’t want to (Mmm, no)
Before, you ignored me (-ignored)
Women all over the world!
Now I ignore you
Before, you didn’t want to
Now I don’t want to
Twerking without fear!
[Coro: Nesi & Bad Bunny, Ambos]
No, tranqui, yo perreo sola (Mmm, ey)
Ey, ey, ey, mueve, mueve, mueve
Yo perreo sola (Perreo sola)
Okey, ey, ey
English Translation:
No, chill, I twerk alone (Mmm, ey)
Ey, ey, ey, move, move, move
I twerk alone (Twerk alone)
Okay, ey, ey
[Verso: Bad Bunny]
Mi bi anda fuga’o y yo quiero que tú me lo esconda’
Agárralo como bonga
Se mete una que la pone cachonda, ey
Brinca en los Audi, no en los Honda, ey
Si te lo meto no me llame’
Que esto no es pa’ que me ame’
Si tu novio no te—
Pa’ eso que no—, ey, ey
English Translation:
My thing is on the run and I want you to hide it for me
Grab it like a bonga
She takes one that makes her horny, ey
She jumps in the Audis, not in the Hondas, ey
If I put it in you, don’t call me
‘Cause this isn’t for you to love me
If your boyfriend doesn’t—
For that he doesn’t—, ey, ey
[Puente: Bad Bunny]
En el perreo no se quita
Fuma y se pone bella, ey
Me llama si me necesita, ey
Pero por ahora está solita
Ella perrea—
English Translation:
In the twerking she doesn’t stop
She smokes and gets beautiful, ey
She calls me if she needs me, ey
But for now she’s alone
She twerks—
The medley transitioned into the next song after this bridge, cutting off before delving into additional explicit verses from the full studio version of “Safaera” (such as references to more graphic sexual acts or substances). This kept the performance energetic but toned down for the event. 


I didn’t plan to watch the Superbowl or its halftime show, and I didn’t.  But when I heard that Bad Bunny was the headliner of the halftime show, and reading that this was repeatedly described as “historic”, I figured his ethnicity was what made it “historic”, though I didn’t know his ethnic background.  Looking him up, I saw that he’s a Puerto Rican rapper, producer, and singer, and occasionally a professional wrestler. Wikipedia describes him as being “widely credited with helping Spanish-language rap reach mainstream global popularity and is considered one of the greatest Latino rappers of all time.” The article below says

So I figured, okay, he’s the first Hispanic to perform at halftime after 59 previous Superbowls.  But that seemed weird; surely there were others before him. Sure enough, Grok told me this:

Several Hispanic or Latino artists have performed at the Super Bowl halftime show prior to Bad Bunny’s appearance in 2020. Here’s a list of them, including the years they performed and brief notes on their heritage:

Gloria Estefan (Cuban-American): Performed in 1992 (Super Bowl XXVI, with Miami Sound Machine), 1995 (Super Bowl XXIX, with Miami Sound Machine), and 1999 (Super Bowl XXXIII).

Arturo Sandoval (Cuban): Performed in 1995 (Super Bowl XXIX).

Christina Aguilera (Ecuadorian descent): Performed in 2000 (Super Bowl XXXIV).

Enrique Iglesias (Spanish): Performed in 2000 (Super Bowl XXXIV).

Taboo (Jaime Luis Gomez of The Black Eyed Peas) (Mexican descent): Performed in 2011 (Super Bowl XLV).

Bruno Mars (Puerto Rican descent): Performed in 2014 (Super Bowl XLVIII) and 2016 (Super Bowl 50).

Gustavo Dudamel (Venezuelan): Conducted the orchestra in 2016 (Super Bowl 50). 

So I didn’t know what was “historic” about Bad Bunny’s appearance, but I supposed that it was because he sang in Spanish. Well, that’s one thing, but probably the most salient reason for all the excitement and praise was that the show occurred at an opportune moment: a time when liberal Americans, in the face of ICE’s assaults, can show their colors by being pro-immigrant (though Bad Bunny is, like all Puerto Ricans, an American citizen by birth).  As the article by David Volodzko in The Radicalist below begins (WARNING: graphic, sexual, and obscene language!):

The Apple Music Super Bowl LX halftime show opened in a sugar cane field with Bad Bunny singing in Spanish about girls sucking his dick, featuring guest appearances by Lady Gaga and Ricky Martin, some rapping about fucking girls with big tits in his car with his erect penis, then the dancers waved the flags of various Latin American countries with a sign that read, “Together, we are America,” and Bunny listed the countries of the Americas. At least it was entertaining. The political message was about as subtle as anything else Bad Bunny writes. We are all American. All Latinos are American. All the illegal immigrants coming to America from Mexico, Guatemala, and Honduras are American. Love defeats hate. Oppose ICE. Or something like that. The guy’s not exactly a philosopher.

As TODAY says, “Bad Bunny celebrated the history, culture and pride of Puerto Rico with his historic Super Bowl 2026 halftime show.” (The link also gives all the songs he sampled in the show.) Also, note that Lady Gaga, Ricky Martin, Cardi B, and Karol G. made cameo appearances in the show.

Here: take 13 minutes and watch for yourself, and note that, as a few readers said yesterday, he grabs his crotch quite a bit. Watch it by clicking on the “Watch on YouTube below” icon or here.

Click to read.

The point of the article, besides Bad Bunny’s obscenity, is that “Americans” refer to people in the U.S., not generally Latinos. Well, that doesn’t bother me. But Volodzko points out not only that this was not at all the first Spanish artist headlining the Superbow, and that the show was overly woke (again, I couldn’t care less).  The part I’m pointing out here is not only humorous but hypocritical: the nature of the show, with Bad Bunny grabbing his crotch and singing Spanish lyrics so obscene that I have to put them below the fold, would not be tolerated if the show was in English. Even Bad Bunny wouldn’t even get away with it if the lyrics were in English.

Remember when Justin Timberlake (accidentally) tore off Janet Jackson’s nipple cover at the Superbowl halftime show, exposing her nipple? That caused a huge scandal, which was called Nipplegate and has its own article on Wikipedia. Football is one of our national sports, and Americans want a good, clean halftime show.  I have to say that Bad Bunny’s show was lively and enjoyable, but think again when you read the lyrics below.

Finally, Volodzko avers that trying to mainstream Hispanic culture is unnecessary as it’s already here:

You see, Bad Bunny’s halftime performance signals the mainstreaming of Latin culture in America at a time when Latinos make up 20% of the population. The problem is, this abrasive performance was also totally unnecessary. It comes off like a celebration of Latino diversity, as if America has finally reached a moment when Latinos can be themselves. We’re here — deal with it. Except Latinos don’t need any mainstreaming. Shakira and J. Lo already did the halftime. Despacito was the No. 1 song in the United States and everybody loved it. Coco is one of the biggest Disney movies of all time. Chipotle is everywhere. Americans love Latin culture. Bad Bunny is declaring victory in a war that no longer exists. That’s because the subtext here is Trump, ICE, and immigration. And I’m sorry, but if that’s the conversation we’re having, then we are not all Americans.

I love Latin america. I have lived in many parts, including Puerto Rico. I am married to a Latina and we have a Latina daughter. I speak Spanish, I cook Latin food, and I dance salsa. Latin culture is a permanent part of my everyday life. Saying that we are not all Americans is not in any way disrespectful to Latinos. It’s just a fact.

Again, this isn’t a big deal to me. But the part below is—not that I’m a prude, but that Bad Bunny’s lyrics wouldn’t be tolerated except by people who don’t understand Spanish.  If he sang them in English, it would be a scandal worse than Nipplegate.

Writing for The Chicago Tribune, Christopher Borrelli described it as “close to art” and “a cultural moment, a paradigm shift.” Time characterized the show as “a fierce act of resistance” and “a sharp cultural and history lesson.” I could go on, but I’ll spare you. What I won’t spare you, however, are his lyrics. Yes, I’m exactly the kind of white-privileged male that Fienberg is taking about. One who looks things up. Here are some selected lyrics from the song “Safaera,” which Bad Bunny sang during the show:

GO BELOW THE FOLD TO SEE THESE LYRICS IN ENGLISH, which you can see in Spanish here, I had them checked by a friend of mine of Puerto Rican descent, and she said they were “adequate enough”. She was also said they were “disgusting.”

They are about as graphically obscene as yu can get.  Would they appear in a halftime show in English? Of course not.  They didn’t fly among many Hispanics, either. Here’s a contrast between assessments of Bad Bunny’s sbow by the Washington Post versus UHN Plus, a very popular Spanish-language online newspaper originating in Miami.

Wholesome? Did they even translate the lyrics?

I asked Luana, who speaks Spanish as well as her native Portuguese, to translate the UHN bit in the tweet on the right, and it says this: “Critique of the halftime show: images that generate embarrassment and reproach on the part of the public.”

There you go.  In the photo, of course, Bad Bunny is feigning copulation with a woman. I can’t see this as exactly a “wholesome” depiction of Hispanic culture. (It isn’t of course: it’s seen through the misogynistic lens of Bad Bunny.)

Anyway, if you don’t mind sexually graphic lyrics, go below the fold and read what Bad Bunny, who was very bad, sang during the show. Here’s the penultimate paragraph  from Volodzko:

You can decide whether you think the Super Bowl should be family-friendly or whether that ship has sailed. But I don’t think the English equivalent of this song would be allowed. So then what’s going on here? That’s the part that bothers me most about this latest flashpoint in our culture wars. I couldn’t care less whether Bad Bunny performed. I don’t watch the Super Bowl. But it’s the attempt to bullshit me, to gaslight me, to get away with something as if I wouldn’t notice, that rubs the wrong way. For example, to sing about girls sucking you off in front of millions of Americans and then pretend that people are objecting simply because they don’t like the sound of Spanish. Oh, because xenophobia is the problem, is it? Or as if Americans have a serious anti-Latino issue that needs addressing.

Rumors that BB was fined $10 million for crotch-grabbing and obscenity are false, though he was guilty of both!

Click “continue reading” to see the lyrics in English:

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Jesus ‘n’ Mo ‘n’ hell

February 11, 2026 • 9:00 am

Today’s Jesus and Mo strip, called “frankly,” came with a note, “Only bad people believe in hell.” Once again we have to deal with the problem of theodicy: that most weaselly branch of theology that deals with the question of why a good God would allow evil and suffering in the world. Mo has a solution, but it applies specifically for the barmaid:

Readers’ wildlife photos

February 11, 2026 • 8:30 am

We have only one batch of photos remaining, a special batch for Darwin Day tomorrow, so again I’m stealing some e great photos by Scott Ritchie, who hails from Carirns, Australia. Scott’s captions and IDs are indented, and you can enlarge his photos by clicking on them. But please  send in your good wildlife photos. His bird today is itself a marvel of natural selection for cryptic coloration and behavior: the Papuan frogmouth.

FROGMOUTH FUNNIES

A Papuan Frogmouth chick [Podargus papuensis] sparked my interest in bird photography 7 years ago. This is a large bird that mimics a dead tree stump or broken branch. Grey and brown mottled camo, and sites still. Carefully watching you through its slit eye. In Nov. 2019, I was thrilled to see Papuan Frogmouths nest in a tree in my front yard. The chick was so cute! I followed it until it fledged a month later.

Ever since this time, I’ve wanted to recapture the magic that a young frogmouth chick brings to the viewer. Large, intense eyes on a fluffy white downy head. CUTE. And they never nested in our tree again.

This year I finally captured a frogmouth chick as it grew, and successfully fledged (i.e., left the nest) near the Cairns Botanic Gardens. Here are some pictures of the growing bird, and my silly stories. I hope you get a kick out of them, and wish them well

My first Papuan Frogmouth chick. Nov. 2019, my yard. The bird that sparked my passion. Max cuteness!:

Fast forward, Dec. 2025. A PFM nests near the Cairns Botanic Gardens.:

A few weeks later, the egg hatches. And a little chick is born. A bit scrawny now. Max cuteness in 1-2 weeks:

In late January, the mozzies [Australian for “mosquitoes”] are fierce. “Dad, there’s a mosquito trying to bite me. Do something!” Max cuteness!:

Dad laughs. “Get used to it. You’re in north Queensland son!”:

Come on Dad! Be a sport:

A week later, max cuteness is past. And a surely teenage frogmouth realises he has to put up with his home a bit longer:

But he’s good humoured about it. Can’t beat ’em, join him!:

And finally the time has come to leave the nest. Dad and son are now roosting in a nearby tree. He’s still a cute puffball. But has a lot to learn:

“Son, comb your bloody feathers! You’ll never convince anyone that you’re a tree stump with that ragtop!”:

Wednesday: Hili dialogue

February 11, 2026 • 6:45 am

Welcome to a Hump Day (“uroe bonggol” in Acehense): Wednesday, February 11, 2026, and National Latte Day, the drink I have every morning to get me going. Here’s a photo of the one I’m drinking now, all homeofficemade, with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top, The picture on the mug is that of Hili drinking from a cup on which is pictured Hili drinking from a cup.

It’s also International Day of Women and Girls in Science, National Peppermint Patty Day, Promise Day (today you reinforce your relationships by making promises), and National Make a Friend Day.

Today’s Olympic Google Doodle celebrates ice hockey, and if you click on it below, you can see how the different shots are made:

Readers are welcome to mark notable events, births, or deaths on this day by consulting the February 11 Wikipedia page.

Da Nooz:

*Luana has been telling me this for a long time, but it was only yesterday that the NYT posted about the three American states that represent the greatest educational successes in America.  Perhaps the NYT didn’t want to write about them because, contrary to the narrative, they’re all southern red states: Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. But as recounted by Nicholas Kristof in the NYT, the educational achievement in these states has been remarkable:

A ray of hope is emerging in American education.

Not among Democrats or Republicans, each diverted by culture wars. Not in the education reform movement, largely abandoned by the philanthropists who once propelled it. Not in most schools across the country, still struggling with chronic absenteeism and a decade of faltering test scores.

Rather, hope emerges in the most unlikely of places: three states here in the Deep South that long represented America’s educational basement. These states — Alabama, Louisiana and Mississippi — have histories of child poverty, racism and dismal educational outcomes, and they continue to spend less than most other states on public schools.

Yet, consider:

  • Louisiana ranks No. 1 in the country in recovery from pandemic losses in reading, while Alabama ranks No. 1 in math recovery.

  • The state with the lowest chronic absenteeism in schools is Alabama, according to a tracker with data from 40 states.

  • Once an educational laughingstock, Mississippi now ranks ninth in the country in fourth-grade reading levels — and after adjusting for demographics such as poverty and race, Mississippi ranks No. 1, while Louisiana ranks No. 2, according to calculations by the Urban Institute. Using the same demographic adjustment, Mississippi also ranks No. 1 in America in both fourth-grade and eighth-grade math.

  • Black fourth graders in Mississippi are on average better readers than those in Massachusetts, which is often thought to have the best public school system in the country (and one that spends twice as much per pupil).

I wrote about Mississippi’s educational successes in 2023, but many of my fellow liberals then scoffed at the notion of learning from a state so tainted. Skeptics, mostly on the left, have made many critiques of the gains, including that they fade in upper grades, that the states are cheating, that this is all a temporary blip and that any progress is simply a result of holding back weak readers.

The critiques have been effectively rebutted — for starters, they can’t explain the continuing gains in Mississippi or the magnitude of the gains. Just as striking, the Mississippi gains increasingly are being replicated in Alabama and Louisiana, as they follow similar approaches. That’s enormously encouraging, for it suggests that other states can also lift student trajectories if they are willing to learn from Southern red states they may be more accustomed to looking down on.

So I traveled through Mississippi and Alabama with the photographer Lynsey Addario to understand the lessons to be learned. Perhaps the most important is an insistence on metrics, accountability and mastery of reading by the end of third grade. And while reading gets the attention, just as important is getting kids to attend school regularly.

. . . In classrooms and offices, teachers and administrators frequently mentioned the motivating power of report cards — not the letter grades given out by schools, but those they receive. Alabama gives its schools report cards, based in part on student performance and attendance, with grades that are widely noted in local communities, and these are one more reason to track down missing children.

. . . In Mississippi, where the four-year high school graduation rate is now 89 percent, the State Department of Education each year must approve a “dropout prevention plan” from each school district. The state education department “office of accountability” publishes lists that shame the 10 school districts with the lowest graduation rates.

. . . The gains in these states suggest that that critique is wrong. Mississippi and Alabama haven’t fixed child poverty, trauma and deeply troubled communities — but they have figured out how to get kids to read by the end of third grade.

In retrospect, I’m afraid that in some parts of the country — particularly blue states — we succumbed to the idea of lowering standards in hopes of improving equity. With warm and fuzzy hopes of reducing race gaps, for example, Oregon reduced graduation requirements and San Francisco for a time stopped teaching algebra to eighth graders. Some schools embraced “equitable grading” practices such as refusing to give zeros, ending penalties for turning in assignments late and allowing repeated retakes of tests.

These strike me as examples of what President George W. Bush called the “soft bigotry of low expectations.”

Our liberal leniency went off the rails in other ways, including grade inflation and a general coddling of students: Recent cohorts of high school students have simultaneously had rising G.P.A.s and falling A.C.T. scores, and at Harvard, 60 percent of grades in the last academic year were A’s. Colleges have accepted dubious claims of disability so that students can, for example, get extra time for tests. The Atlantic reports that 38 percent of Stanford undergraduates are registered as having a disability.

I have given more extensive excerpts than usual here because I think the article and its conclusions are important: emphasize reading, emphasize regular school attendance (important!), grade the schools, and avoid lowering standards and weakening the emphasis on merit. Sadly, Kristof says that both Republicans and Democrats have ignored these lessons.

*Ghislaine Maxwell, serving 20 years for child sex trafficking in the Epstein case, was questioned (virtually) by a House Oversight Committee yesterday, but pleaded the Fifth (refused to talk) unless she was given clemency from President Trump.

Ghislaine Maxwell, the longtime companion of Jeffrey Epstein who is serving a federal prison sentence on sex-trafficking charges, refused on Monday to answer questions during a deposition before the House Oversight Committee.

Representative James R. Comer of Kentucky, the committee’s Republican chairman, said that Ms. Maxwell, who appeared virtually from a prison in Texas, invoked her Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination in response to every question asked.

“It was very disappointing,” Mr. Comer said. “We had many questions to ask about the crimes she and Epstein committed, as well as questions about potential co-conspirators.”

He also said that Ms. Maxwell’s lawyer, David Oscar Markus, told lawmakers in his opening statement that Ms. Maxwell “would answer questions if she were granted clemency” by President Trump.

Democrats in the deposition condemned that stance.

“She is campaigning over and over again to get that pardon from President Trump, and this president has not ruled it out,” said Representative Suhas Subramanyam of Virginia. “And so that is why she is continuing to not cooperate with our investigation.”

In a copy of his statement posted on social media, Mr. Markus said that “Ms. Maxwell is prepared to speak fully and honestly if

Maxwell has put the Administration—and everyone who wants the truth about EpsteinGate—between a rock and a hard place. Trump doesn’t want to give clemency to a pedophile and sex trafficker, but it’s also clear that Maxwell could spill the beans on lots of people, and everybody wants to see who’s guilty.  She’s already been moved, without explanation, from a regular prison to a minimum-security prison.  I don’t know what the answer is: should you free one pedophile to indict several more? If they decide to do that, could Maxwell provide enough evidence, besides hearsay, to convict several people who participated in the abuse and sex-trafficking scandal.  Give you own opinion below.

*Guess which historical figure has now been canceled. According to Andrew Doyle (aka “Titania McGrath”) writing in the Washington Post, Samuel Pepys is “Another ludicrous canceling of  a name from the past” (h/t Wayne). Pepys, of course, is most famous for the informative diary he kept for about a decade, a valuable source of information about the Great Plague, the Great Fire of London and, of course, his numerous extramarital affairs, often described in juicy detail. It’s apparently the last fact that has gotten people to start removing his name from things, including a house at the place he went to school:.

Samuel Pepys was, famously, an extraordinary diarist, offering a vivid first-hand account of life in Restoration England from 1660 to 1669. He was an eyewitness to the Great Fire of London in 1666 and recorded fascinating details of the ravages of the bubonic plague. His diaries were also intensely personal, with entries that echo familiarly across the centuries, whether recounting his rivalries and triumphs in his job as a naval administrator, his frustrations (can’t find a coach in the rain!), his delight in friends or boredom with dull sermons.

But anyone expecting infallibility will be disappointed. These diaries are not objective accounts of historical events, but history filtered through a singular and unmistakably human temperament. This quality explains their flaws, but also their enduring fascination. It also accounts for frequent discomfort over Pepys’s diaries, because they are the work of someone with apparently little sexual restraint. They were routinely censored by those transcribing from his shorthand in the 19th century. An unexpurgated version, including licentious episodes that he had disguised by using French and sometimes Spanish, wasn’t published until 1970.

This squeamishness over the diaries has never gone away. Recently, Hinchingbrooke School in Cambridgeshire — where Pepys was an alumnus — decided that one of its pastoral houses should no longer bear his name. This is just the latest example of an institution rewriting or minimizing aspects of its own history to fulfill the moral expectations of the present day.

Up until now, Hinchingbrooke School has been proud to advertise its association with the great writer. They have yet to name a replacement for Pepys House, but they may struggle to find a figure of unimpeachable virtue. And if moral purity really is to be the standard, they might want to reconsider the name of Cromwell House, given that Oliver Cromwell was responsible for the massacre of thousands of Catholics in the 17th century during his Irish campaign. But I suppose I shouldn’t give them ideas.

The shaming of the dead is one of the most asinine pastimes of today’s culture warriors. We have seen their shrill demands enacted in the renaming of streets and buildings, the removal of statues and the “decolonization” of curriculums. At the University of Liverpool, a student housing block named after the prime minister William Gladstone was rebranded in 2020 because of his father’s slaveholding in the Caribbean. Yet Gladstone himself became an advocate of emancipation, calling slavery “by far the foulest crime that taints the history of mankind”; apparently speeches early in his political career and the sins of his father were enough to see him condemned.

In the United States, countless episodes of colleges and institutions removing now-disapproved of names include Princeton University’s scrubbing of President Woodrow Wilson’s name from its public policy school in 2020. His racist views, repugnant today, were unexceptional in his time.

Indeed, not to mention the geneticists like Ronald Fisher in the U.K. who advocated a form of class-based eugenics, though he never had any influence in British eugenics because there wasn’t any.  The last bit is pure Doyle, of course, a contrarian who’s recently written one book on free speech and another on “the new Puritans“, criticizing social justice warriors. But regardless of that, to go after Pepys is ludicrous. If you canceled everyone who had a wide-ranging sex life, extramarital or not, many of history’s great figures would disappear from the scene.

*The BBC has reported on a mushroom in China that has a specific hallucinatory effect on people who eat it when it’s not fully cooked: it makes people see tiny little people!  This is the first psychedelic substance I know of that produces specific and similiar qualia on different people (h/t Susan). The syndrome, found in several different Asian countries, is called having “Lilliputian hallucinations.”

Only recently described by science, the mysterious mushrooms are found in different parts of the world, but they give people the same exact visions.

Every year, doctors at a hospital in the Yunnan Province of China brace themselves for an influx of people with an unusual complaint. The patients come with a strikingly odd symptom: visions of pint-sized, elf-like figures – marching under doors, crawling up walls and clinging to furniture.

The hospital treats hundreds of these cases every year. All share a common culprit: Lanmaoa asiatica, a type of mushroom that forms symbiotic relationships with pine trees in nearby forests and is a locally popular food, known for its savory, umami-packed flavor. In Yunnan, L. asiatica is sold in markets, it appears on restaurant menus and is served at home during peak mushroom season between June and August.

One must be careful to cook it thoroughly, though, otherwise the hallucinations will set in.

“At a mushroom hot pot restaurant there, the server set a timer for 15 minutes and warned us, ‘Don’t eat it until the timer goes off or you might see little people,'” says Colin Domnauer, a doctoral candidate in biology at the University of Utah and the Natural History Museum of Utah, who is studying L. asiatica. “It seems like very common knowledge in the culture there.”

But outside of Yunnan and a couple of other places, the strange mushroom is largely an enigma.

Domnauer is on a quest to solve the decades-old mysteries about this fungi species and identify the unknown compound responsible for its unusually similar hallucinations – as well as what it can potentially teach us about the human brain.

Domnauer first heard of L. asiatica as an undergraduate from his mycology professor.

“It sounded so bizarre that there could be a mushroom out there causing fairytale-like visions reported across cultures and time,” Domnauer says. “I was perplexed and driven by curiosity to find out more.”

Understanding this mushroom will be no easy feat, Domnauer says, but as with studies of other psychedelic compounds, the scientific research it produces could end up touching on the biggest questions of consciousness and the relationship between mind and reality.

It could also provide important clues about what causes spontaneous lilliputian hallucinations in people even when they’re not consuming L. asiaticaThe condition is rare, and as of 2021, only 226 non-mushroom-related cases had been reported since lilliputian hallucinations were first described in 1909. But for those relatively few people, the outcome can be serious: a third of those patients who came down with non-mushroom-related cases did not fully recover.

This is totally bizarre, but also fascinating. Once they identify the compound or the brain region that causes hallucinations to specifically see tiny people, scientists might be able to figure out how the brain causes these consistent delusions. That it’s part of the brain is supported by a similar condition in people who haven’t eaten mushrooms. I wondered immediately if, say, the mushrooms would have the same effect on mice, but making them see tiny mice. At first I thought that experiment that would be impossible, but my friend Peggy Mason, a neuroscientist who worked on mice and rats, said that it’s potentially testable. She suggested that you first train mice to tell us whether they are seeing pictures of tiny mice as opposed, for example, to tiny elephants. You would do this by showing them pictures of each one, and rewarding them with a treat when they go to a correct port (there would be two) associated with elephants or mice. Then you give them the mushrooms and see if the mice, seeing hallucinatory tiny mice, would preferentially go to the port associated with seeing a mouse (the ports don’t have pictures themselves, but mice learn ports based on color, location, etc.).  Peggy wanted me to add that she didn’t think the experiment would work!

*Finally, Ginger K. pointed out that I was mentioned in a Grammarphobia post explaining the meaning of the word “osculate,” which, as you know, I regularly use to describe some people’s behavior towards religion.

Q: Here’s the title of a post on a blog I follow: “More osculation of religion by the NYT and Free Press.” I’m not aware of this figurative use of “osculation,” but it could be ignorance on my part.

A: “Osculation” is being used here to mean “kissing,” the original sense of the English noun and its Latin ancestor. However, the noun is now used humorously in its kissing sense, or used as a mathematical term for the point at which a pair of curves or surfaces touch.

The evolutionary biologist Jerry A. Coyne, a religious skeptic, is using “osculation” satirically on his website Why Evolution Is True to say The New York Times and The Free Press are kissing up to religion by taking it seriously.

English borrowed the noun “osculation” and the verb “osculate” from Latin in the mid-17th century. Both terms ultimately come from osculum, Latin for a “kiss” (literally, a “little mouth,” the diminutive of os, or “mouth”).

The Oxford English Dictionary defines “osculation” as “the action of kissing; a kiss.” The earliest OED citation is from The New World of English Words (1658), by Edward Phillips: “Osculation, a kissing or imbracing.” Phillips was a nephew of Milton and educated by him.

As for the verb, the OED defines it as “to kiss (a person or thing), to salute with contact of the lips.” It labels the usage “now archaic or humorous.” The dictionary’s first example is from a dictionary of difficult words:

Well, that’s a mere scintilla of fame, but I’ll take it.

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is once again peckish, like Winnie-the-Pooh:

Hili: At last you pulled yourself away from the computer.
Andrzej: So what?
Hili: It’s time for a little something.

In Polish:

Hili: Nareszcie oderwałeś się od komputera.
Ja: I co z tego?
Hili: Czas na małe co nieco.

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From Cats Doing Cat Stuff:

From Now That’s Wild:

From Jesus of the Day, a Joe Pesci cat:

Masih on a child “protestor” who was killed:

From Muffy, Islamicat fakes victimhood.  (That account is a hoot.)

A dad joke from Simon, who’s a dad:

From Malcolm; scene at a Chinese festival (sound up):

One from my feed; a good and faithful cat:

One I reposted from The Auschwitz Memorial:

This Dutch Jewish girl was gassed as soon as she got to Auschwitz. She was ten years old and would be 92 today.

Jerry Coyne (@evolutionistrue.bsky.social) 2026-02-11T11:20:50.665Z

Two from Dr Cobb. First, the Grasshopper that Ate New York:

I love this one, which Matthew calls “fate.”  It is true that whales probably evolved from ancient terrestrial artiodactyls, possibly like Indohyus.

Chris DeLeon ⓥ DevPods.gg gamedev collabs (@chrisdeleon.bsky.social) 2026-02-10T03:27:32.297Z

I had a dream today. . .

February 10, 2026 • 9:55 am

No, I’m not Martin Luther King, Jr., but I did fall asleep at my desk an hour ago because of my raging insomnia.  I did sleep well, however, for I had a very vivid dream, and dreams occur only during deep, restful sleep. This was a weird one, and though I’m not a Freudian who interprets dreams, I have no idea why my neurons created this scenario:

I was in a restaurant with tables and partitions between them, and at the partition by the next table was George Harrison with a guitar, singing “Blackbird.” That in itself was weird because that song is solely a Paul McCartney song, written and sung by him alone. But Paul McCartney himself was also there, standing right next to me at a partition with his arm around my waist. As Harrison got to the last line, “You were only waiting for this moment to arise,” McCartney leaned over and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek. Then I woke up.

Before I fell asleep, I was dispirited at the state of America, and of my friends, all of which depresses me. Between our crazy President doing one stupid thing or another, and my Facebook page having all my friends saying constantly how bad Trump (and ICE) is, I cannot get away from American politics and its divisiveness.

Why do I keep looking, you ask? I will give Mencken’s quote from his great 1949 collection, Chrestomathy (everyone should have this book):

Q: If you find so much that is unworthy of reverence in the United States, then why do you live here?
A: Why do men go to zoos?

Here’s Macca singing “Blackbird”; this, at least cheers me up (the last line of the song here differs from that above):

Readers’ wildlife photos

February 10, 2026 • 8:15 am

Today we have some urban arthropod photos taken in Scotland by Marcel van Oijen. Marcel’s IDs and captions are indented, and you can enlarge his photos by clicking on them.

Urban wildlife in Scotland: 11 insects and 1 spider

Marcel van Oijen

This website recently hosted pictures of vertebrates in our Edinburgh garden. This time we show some of our favourite arthropod visitors. Unlike the vertebrates, which we see year-round, insects in Scotland are easiest to spot in the summer, followed by spiders in autumn. The following pictures were taken between mid-July and mid-September.

When we walk on the grass in summer, we see small bits of straw rising up and landing a meter or so away. Those are Straw Grass Moths (Agriphila straminella), one of the 2500 moth species in the UK. Grass moths are micromoths of about 1 cm length. When they land on the grass, they immediately freeze and allow themselves to be photographed from up close:

Once or twice a year we put out the moth trap to see what lives in our garden. The trap is just an open box with a lamp above. The moths fly toward the light and hide in the box, allowing us to admire them the next morning. Mornings are relatively cold, so most boxed moths hesitate to fly away even when we carefully take them out and take pictures. It is still not fully clear why moths are drawn to artificial light, but flight analysis suggests they treat lamps and natural light sources in the same way . We see Orange Swift Moths (Triodia sylvina) quite often. They are doing well, populations are increasing and expanding further into Scotland, but they are yet to reach Ireland.

Scalloped Oak Moth is another common species (Crocallis elinguaria):

There are 57 species of butterfly in the U.K. of which 35 breed in Scotland. We see Comma butterflies (Polygonia c-album) more and more each year:

There are two insects in this picture! Notice the huge size difference between the Buff-Tailed Bumblebee (Bombus terrestris) and the Highland Midge (Culicoides impunctatus). The cute little midge is the reason why we don’t go wild camping in the Scottish Highlands in the summer, but in Edinburgh they are still fairly rare:

This is the most common hoverfly species in the U.K. (Helophilus pendulus):

The Peacock (Aglais io) is found all across Eurasia, and we see it very often. It is beautiful (but we like the moths more):

Like many larger butterflies, the Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta) lets itself easily be photographed if you slowly move toward it, staying as low as you can:

The macromoth species that we see the most is the Large Yellow Underwing (Noctua pronuba). You can see that this one is nearing the end of its lifetime:

I find it difficult to take pictures of flies, so was happy to see this Common Siphona Fly (Siphona geniculata) land on the flower that I had just focused on:

The Eyed Ladybird (‘Ladybug’ in American) (Anatis ocellata) is one of the prettiest aphid-eaters:

And this is the only spider for today: a subadult of the Lesser Garden Spider (Metellina segmentata). Seeing it is a sign that autumn has come: