Observation, Not Study

I’m often castigated by Friends and Readers (some overlap) for reading the foul Brit Daily Mail rag, and my answer is generally the same:  yes, they’re awful, the articles are often dire, the celebrity-obsession is tiring, and all the rest of it.  I know all that.

What I appreciate is that unlike the other online news outlets I read (Breitbart, American Thinker, NewsMax etc., whose principle editorial slant is politicspoliticspolitics all the time politics), the DM occasionally runs articles that are not about politics, nor about which little-known “celebrity” is bonking another of their own ilk.

Here’s one, written by some doctor bloke:

For years I’ve been taking a daily omega-3 supplement because I don’t eat enough oily fish.

This matters – partly because of the possible heart and anti-inflammatory benefits, but for me, mainly because the disease I fear most is dementia and my hope is that omega 3 will help prevent it.

So when I saw the headline about a new study suggesting omega-3 supplements might not protect against dementia but could actually be linked with faster decline, I panicked – not just worried about myself, but what I advise others, too. The researchers compared 273 people who take omega-3 supplements daily, with 546 similar non-users – and found that those taking fish-oil pills appeared to decline faster on several cognitive scores.

I got worried, too.  I don’t know how long I’ve been popping fish oil tablets (in the absence of actual fish in my diet, don’t ask), but it runs into multiple decades ever since I was first advised to do so by my own doctor.

However, here’s where the article is refreshingly candid:

So am I worried? The study was observational – where researchers look at what people are already doing, and then search for associations; for example, between using omega 3 and cognitive decline.

This sort of study can be useful because it suggests avenues for further research, but – crucially – it cannot easily prove cause and effect.

The curse of observational nutrition research is that it can make almost anything look good or bad depending on how the research is conducted.

Coffee once looked harmful in observational studies, because coffee drinkers were more likely to smoke.

And the good doctor goes on to explain why the original scary headline was a load of old bollocks.

As a one-time statistician myself, I know that this kind of bullshit has been foisted on the public for too long, and it needs to stop.  And it’s not confined to nutritional research, either.

Here’s an old example of where observational research caused actual harm.

Anyone remember the time a government study found a link between elevated cancer risk and a house’s proximity to electrical power-transmission lines?  Yes?  And do you remember that it set off a minor panic in the real estate market, with said properties losing as much as half their market value because who the hell wants to get cancer just by living close to a power line?

Of course, all that turned out to be total nonsense, because the original study had not been designed to measure cancer risk against power line proximity — that “link” was discovered by observation, not by the actual study itself.  In fact, the observation was purely coincidental, caused by sample distortion.  In other words, it just so happened that of the houses in the study, there was indeed a higher-than-average incidence of cancer occurrence.  But when the sample was expanded proportionately to include housing not located near to power lines — a much greater number, of course — it was discovered that the incidence of cancer was not especially higher in one house or another, regardless of any nearby power lines.  Higher incidence of cancer was linked, of course, to cigarette usage and genetics, not to whether your house was next door to a power line.

In the meantime, of course, untold millions of dollars were lost by those unfortunate homeowners whose houses had been branded as “cancer-causing”.

It was irresponsible reportage of the highest order — and by “reportage” I mean the publication of those observations by the so-called scientists who found the alleged linkage, not by the press (who were just reporting what they’d been told by the Gummint).  And yes, I know, the press should have investigated the numbers before making those “Avoid Buying These Houses!!!” headlines;  but journalists as a rule are not renowned for their statistical understanding at the best of times, as any fule kno.

The responsibility for publishing observational data lies completely with whoever compiled the data.  The problem, of course, is that people (scientists and doctors no less than anyone else) are obsessed with prevention of anything that has to do with public health.  That’s not altogether a Bad Thing, of course, but that obsession needs to tempered by reluctance to publish anything that wasn’t part of the original study’s stated goal:  tangential or even parallel conclusions, as we have seen, are at best faulty and at worst harmful.

In the mean time, as Dr. Rob Galloway suggests, you should keep taking those fish oil tablets if you’ve been advised to do so — but what you should really avoid is taking fish oil tablets which are past their expiration date, because those could actually be harmful (for the reason he gives in the article).

So avoid those bargain bins at the supermarket — invariably, they’re filled with old unsold stock, which is why the price has been massively reduced — and take only the stuff still on the shelves.  Saving a buck or two on the cheaper stuff may not be good for your health.

Caveat emptor.

Oh, and go and check your meds and such for any expired products.

Amateur Hour

I suppose that we should be grateful that this latest Leon Czolgosz-wannabe wasn’t as well prepared as he should have been.  Clearly, he went straight to the “Suggested Assassin’s Weapons” tab at Amazon or something — that is to say, he got some things quite right, and a lot of other things very wrong.  Consider this series of pics of his “arsenal” which he hoped to use at the Hilton D.C.:

Okay, let’s look at this “arsenal”.

  • Pump shotgun:  Yes of course.  If you’re going for “maximum damage in a confined area”, there are few better choices.  One might argue that a semi-auto would be a better choice, but potato-potahto.
  • Colt 1911 model:  Also a solid choice for a handgun, although he may have been better off with one of those guns which carry a 500-round magazine, e.g. a Glock.  Still, the chances of him getting to actually use a handgun (any handgun) during a mass shooting are going to be minimal, unless the 1911 is backup for when you run out of 12ga ammo.  But:
  • Knives (4, assassin for the use of):  Four knives?  For a gunfight?  Okay, by all means carry a knife as part of your EDC accoutrements (I do), but let’s be honest about this:  in his proposed scenario, a knife — any knife, let alone four — will be about as useful as a golf club, maybe less so.  And:  two throwing knives?  Useless;  toss them for a couple spare magazines (which you are going to need if shooting a 1911;  ask me how I know this.)  Also, a Ka-Bar is too unwieldy;  that boot knife (which I carry when wearing cowboy boots) would be the only decent option here.

I still think that the Secret Service missed a trick by not shooting the asshole dead on the spot, but that’s just me.  Given how inept the SS have been with their handguns in the past, however, subduing the scrote might have been the better option;  at least there was no collateral damage.

Yeah, I Don’t Buy It

Here’s a piece about former-AG Blondie and the power hierarchy she inherited at the DoJ:

She inherited an agency riddled with holdovers, careerist prosecutors, and institutional muscle memory tuned to the prior regime’s priorities. Her mandate, executed with the cold ferocity of a Florida prosecutor who once stared down the Clintons and lived to tell it, was never to play the long public game of show trials. It was to do the lethal, invisible labor: purge disloyal elements, redirect investigative task forces, shutter the foreign-influence shops that had become political protection rackets, and…most critically…build the factual scaffolding of cases that could survive judicial scrutiny once the political headwinds shifted. That is precisely what she delivered.

And:

First-term chaos taught the lesson: the Senate-confirmed loyalist who survives confirmation must serve as the institutional wrecking ball. The public demands scalps; the law demands airtight cases. Bondi supplied the latter while the former were still being assembled. Those who call her tenure “incompetent” reveal either their ignorance of how the executive branch actually functions or their desire to keep the machine broken so it can never be turned against its former masters. She was never meant to be the permanent face of the Justice Department. She was the architect who laid the rebar and poured the concrete under fire. The structure now stands. The new tenants can furnish it with indictments. That is not failure. That is lethal, disciplined statecraft.

Yeah.  Unfortunately, while I may be ignorant of the big-league governmental powerplays and what have you, I’m not ignorant of the need to look after the interests of ordinary folk, i.e. the voters, who put this lot in power to do all the above, but also to address and right the wrongs perpetrated by the previous bunch of scumbags on ordinary people.

How difficult would it be for the AG to look at, say, the case of Patrick Adamiak — you know, the innocent man railroaded by the ATF (who fall under the DoJ, lest we forget) — and get him out of jail?  Or to withdraw the dozens upon dozens of criminal cases that are still being prosecuted by the DoJ despite the cases being prima facie contrary to both new policy and the law?

Doing both the above may be difficult, but when you are the CEO of an outfit, it’s easy to say to a small task force, “Find all the cases that are being prosecuted but shouldn’t be;  set out a legal (or Constitutional) rationale for nolle prosequi, and I’ll sign the authorizations.”  That’s called “delegation” and it’s what good managers do.

And Pam Bondi didn’t do that.

Let’s just hope that her successor does.

Because Of Course It’s The Guns

Here we go again:

Forty-five years ago, John Hinckley Jr attempted to assassinate Ronald Reagan as he left the Hilton hotel in Washington, injuring the US president and three others. Obsessed with the actor Jodie Foster, and seeking to gain her attention, the shooter had initially pursued Reagan’s Democratic predecessor, Jimmy Carter.

On Saturday night, the hotel again rang to shots as it hosted the annual White House correspondents’ dinner. Tuxedo-clad politicians and journalists dived under tables as bangs were heard from the lobby, and Donald Trump was rushed from the stage. A secret service agent was shot, though saved by his ballistics vest. The echoes of the 1981 attack are a potent reminder that violence has long been a tragic strand of the American political tradition. Gun violence is grimly familiar. This does not diminish the seriousness of an incident that was widely and rightly condemned. Rather, it highlights its importance. …

The shooting also demonstrates once more the calamitous effect of gun culture. The US has 120 firearms for every 100 residents. While shooting homicides fell last year, on average they killed 40 people each day. A 2024 study by the violence research programme at the University of California, Davis suggested that many recent firearms purchasers were open to political violence.

Well, it’s The Guardian (no link because fukkem) so let me just address a few of the fallacies therein.

Let’s start with “the calamitous effect of gun culture.”   The really calamitous effects of an unarmed citizenry (the opposite of a gun culture) is when the government starts the wholesale massacre or imprisonment of its citizens.  To use but two such examples, we have the Soviet Union in the 1930s and the Cambodian killing fields of the 1980s.  Of course, the fucking Guardian isn’t ever going to talk about those because the massacres happened under the type of government — that would be “Marxist” — that they themselves support and wish were in power.

While shooting homicides fell last year, on average they killed 40 people each day.”  Sounds horrible, dunnit?  Except that in 2024, the total number of deaths was 3,072,666, or 8,418 per day.  Ummmm carry the three… so gunshot deaths (assuming that 40/day is accurate hem hem) accounted for 0.48% of the total.  Let’s do a little comparison, shall we?

Gunshot deaths per day:  40.  Now the U.S. daily death rate (according to these guys) breaks down by category as follows:

  • Heart disease:  1,873 (22%)
  • Cancer:  1,698 (20%)
  • Accidents (all causes):  541 (6.4%)
  • Stroke:  457 (5.4%)
  • Chronic lower respiratory diseases:  399 (4.7%)
  • Alzheimer’s:  317 (3.8%)
  • Diabetes:  258 (3.1%)
  • Liver disease/cirrhosis:  143 (1.7%)

Oh, and I’m willing to bet that the Guardian‘s 40 gunshot deaths per day includes suicides, which each year account for about half of all gun deaths.

Okay, one last thing:  “…many recent firearms purchasers were open to political violence.”  Yeah, and considering the recent spate of would-be assassins, almost all those thus predisposed were lefties or nutcases.  In this country, they are akin to Guardian readers.

Fucking prats, the lot of them.

Old-Fashioned Security

One comment (on this article) got me thinking:

I’m speaking to my business’s IT people about getting a “cold storage” option, even just a hard drive sitting in a desk drawer we update once a week. I don’t know how much I trust our cloud based database now.

Back when I was running Grand Union’s customer management function, I was fearful to the extent of paranoia about protecting our customers’ data privacy.  So fearful was I that I made several changes (against massive resistance from IT) in our data storage process.

As with all such nascent programs of the time, when customers applied for a loyalty card, we collected their personal data (name and address) and applied a unique ID number embedded in the card’s magnetic strip (no chips back then).  Like everyone else, we delegated this task to our card provider, who included that service, plus a direct mail service in their product offering.  I wasn’t too comfortable about having our customers’ data in the hands of a third party, but you have to trust somebody sometimes, and I figured that they had more to lose in the mismanagement thereof, which would keep them honest.

Then I found out that our company’s IT department had ordered the provider to send them those customer files over to us, as a “backup” and “security” measure (of course).  I didn’t like having two sets of data out there, but being the new boy, I kept my trap shut.

Then I found out that Store Operations was in the process of setting up a little routine which would track our staff’s spending — all staff had cards issued to them (for the wrong reasons, by the way, but I’ll talk about that some other time).  So I blew up at the Ops VP — the first time I had exploded at a senior member of upper management, but by no means the last — and uttered the words that became quite legendary at Grand Union.

“Let me make one thing quite clear.  Just because we are housing the data, does not mean you can play with it.  You know who owns the data?  I DO.  And only I will dictate how the data is to be used from now on.”  (There were more words, calling them idiots for abusing our own staff when in fact we were getting free research from their behavior, but that too is a story for another time.)

The result of all this was that I took all the personal customer data off the mainframe, leaving only the unique IDs behind, and stored that data not on our department’s terminal — which of course was linked to IT — but on a stand-alone PC in my techie Kenny’s office, on which resided only the customer data (and IDs of course), and the necessary tools to manage it (I used Paradox as the database manager and query tool, and Quattro Pro as the spreadsheet program).  Incidentally, the only way I got funding for the PC was by threatening to just buy one with my own money if I got turned down.  The only way to get data off that PC was by diskette (remember them) and Jaz cassettes (once again, the best mass offline storage media at the time);  and I had the only other Jaz drive in the company (and also the only other Quattro Pro software, but that was by choice because MS Excel was and still is an inferior product).

And absolutely everything was password-protected — only Kenny and I had admin privileges.  It was unwieldy, and often frustrating, and time-consuming;  but our data was secure, which was all that mattered to me.  So when we were doing a direct-mail promotion to our customer-cardholders, Kenny and I would do the analysis, then send the promotional offer and list of customer IDs to our card provider to create the mail shot.  (The “sending” of the promo details involved handing a Jaz cassette to our account executive to take back to their IT department:  also unwieldy and time-consuming, but irrelevant to me.  And the head of their IT department was a great friend of mine, so I trusted him to safeguard the data.)

And all that was in the mid-1990s, when data snooping was rudimentary, crude and easily blocked.  Now?  Fuggedabahtit.

I do know that had anyone in my department even suggested to me that I back up our data on some Internet-based “cloud” (for the usual “convenience” reasons), I would probably have fired them, for forgetting that when it comes to data — most especially private data — security matters more than ease or convenience.  I eve refused to back up our customer data on the company’s own mainframe, so protective did I feel about the issue.

And I think that people need to feel more like that today, because in today’s world data security is more, not less fragile and indeed vulnerable.