Further to yesterday’s rant, and yes the rage is still here because it never really goes away any more…
N2D posted about the Outlaws a few days back. Now Junican takes up the meme. If you buy from Man with a Van (I no longer do, pure leaf is far better) or grow, cure and smoke tobacco without paying the pennies of duty owed on a few plants, then you are an outlaw.
Why not? If you smoke or drink or are a few pounds over the British Standard Human definition, if you like salt on your chips or real butter on white-bread bacon sandwiches, you government hates you. The NHS hates you. The Puritans who seem to have the Cleggeron Coagulation as well as the Moribund Party by the short and curlies hate you. Why should you do as they say – and more to the point, why should you pay them to hate you?
The Freeman route taken by Captain Ranty and an increasing number of others is a hard road. It has been demonstrated over and over to be a true road but it is not an easy one by any means. It requires a hell of a lot of research and a pretty secure financial base to start from. Not something you can take on if you work long hours with few holidays and/or run your finances along the edge of the precipice.
There are smaller things the outlaws can do. N2D concentrates on one aspect – the Border Farce and the rules they are supposed to work to rather than making up their own laws on the fly.
Some of us are growing tobacco. In my case I have a small garden so can’t grow much. I have therefore drawn on my biological training to spend the last few years trying to breed a tobacco plant that will grow wild. The research continues. I left one plant to seed in the greenhouse and it has been there all winter, protected from the worst of the frosts but with seeds still in pods – not mollycoddled in the house over winter. The plant is of course dead (with no leaves, haha) and we shall see if the seeds it carries will germinate. The next step, if this step works, will be to leave one outside all winter. As a wild one would be.
At the moment, most of my outlaw activities are not yet illegal. Growing the plants is not illegal although I have several neighbours who still think it is. Breeding for hardiness is not yet illegal. The EU plan to control all seeds eventually, in order to placate their Monsterantos, and it will be illegal to keep any seeds from your own crops. You will have to buy new GM ones every year. What you buy and what you plant need not be the exact same thing. The gimboids who think they are in control have not thought of that.
For now, my plant breeding experiments are legal. The pressure is on. I have to get this growing wild before the Plant Police enforce the laws of the GovernMent. If I run late then I will have to hide them in the greenhouse – fortunately I chose the plastic variety with box-section plastic panels that don’t give a clear view of what’s inside. If you have a glass one, line it with bubble wrap. For – er – insulation.
Once I cure and shred a leaf I am an outlaw. I would owe Wastemonster roughly a fiver for what I have here, shredded and ready to go at any one time. It would cost them far more in petrol to send the Stasi round to collect it. So they aren’t likely to bother – nonetheless, I am an outlaw daily.
The plum wine is still untouched. I understand it should be left for a year in the demijohn before bottling and have been patient. Beer brewing has not started yet, I have much overtime at work due to the departure of Attractive Blonde Cleaner and no replacement as yet. Whisky is out of the question. I am not waiting eight years minimum for malts to mature. That one I will just have to bite the bullet and pay for – while I can.
Technically, homebrewers owe the Grumblement duty on what they brew. Nobody bothers to collect because the amount is so tiny and unless you sell it, they don’t care. Once minimum pricing gets under way and starts to escalate then it will be worth their while coming round to sniff your plastic buckets and demijohns.
It is not illegal to eschew my qualifications and work for the Secret Ninja Cleaners on just-over minimum wage, rather than go back to 24/7 and higher rate tax. Not yet. So I can still win that small victory. Okay, I cannot afford an iPhone or an iPad but a) I don’t need those things and b) Apple declared their warranty invalid for smokers in case a technician exploded while fixing a smoker’s faulty device. I don’t need money to buy things from companies who hate me.
Also… I am not keen to talk on phones and have no idea what these little tablet computer things are for. So I do not need the Apple corporation which is good, because they don’t want my custom. Ever.
I cannot and will not lead a revolution. I cannot and don’t want to control the path of the human race. Live your own life. You only have one. When it’s gone, it’s gone.
All I want, all I ever wanted, was to be left alone to live my own life. It’s what most sensible people wanted only a couple of decades ago. It seems all the sensible ones died out or emigrated. All we have left are the lifeless ones, the ones who depend on living other people’s lives for them.
The only way to live your one and only life now is to live it outside the law. Inside, you are just a drone, not living but existing. A pawn in a pawn salad.
Ah well, I have to work both days this weekend but at least I am not phlegm-faced. No Smoky-Drinky again.I bought some Ben Bracken as a consolation prize,. Very nice too.
Since it’s the weekend for everyone but me (bah) I thought I’d finish with a song. It wasn’t meant to be an outlaw song, but it has probably become an anthem.