Electrickery.

Water meters are being pushed onto the southern English because there is a shortage of water, as I said in the previous post. A shortage of water in a country surrounded by water and where it drops out of the sky at a rate akin to a shattered tsunami. If the water companies fixed their leaks and actually did some forward planning, water shortages in the British Isles would be impossible. Most of the time we can’t get away from the stuff.

Hey, they have to force meters on us so they can ration us. I read a comment somewhere in the Daily Maul to the effect that humans ‘add carbon to the carbon cycle and the added carbon never goes away’.

Carbon is an element. Humans, like every other species on the planet, are incapable of creating it out of air. Yes, we are part of the carbon cycle but the amount of carbon available on the planet is pretty much fixed unless a graphite asteroid lands or we start burning diamonds. Yet the drones believe – really believe – that we add carbon to the planet. How? Well, science, innit? Even alchemists would laugh at that assertion. So far has Science fallen.

So we have to have everything metered and controlled. Water, gas and electricity. Gas shortages are on the way, the forthcoming war with Russia will be blamed for that even if we don’t get much from them. Then the smart gas meters will be rolled out.

Electricity shortages, as many have predicted, will happen very soon.

Shortages allow the imposition of compulsory metering. Ah, but electricity is already metered, so there should be no problem, right?

Well now, that only works when the meters are regularly read. Are there any meter readers left? The last time my gas and electric meters were read was when I switched suppliers about five years ago. Everything else has been an ‘estimate’ except where I read the meters myself and saved a wad of cash by blasting the wild overestimate.

It would be simpler and fairer if we paid only what we owe and that can be achieved by a man in a van driving around the streets while his onboard computer makes up numbers based on the emanations from your house radiation machine – your smart meter.

It will work. Of course it will. Get a smart meter or pay more – the same model as the water meter scam. Refuse to get a smart meter and your neighbours will wonder what you are hiding. A cannabis farm in your basement perhaps? Why don’t you want your monthly power use reported? You must be up to something.

It will be so very easy to get compliance from the drones and Blogland often forgets that the drones are by far the majoirity. Most of those on the internet are on there for World Of Warcraft and free porn. I suspect that includes most politicians. Twitter is a Socialist playground, Farcebok and the like are selective spaces for a bit of a laugh or some narcissism. There is so much more to the internet than social media and Wikipedia but few bother to look. Few read blogs, fewer still read long-post blogs like this one.

This blog averages just under 1000 hits per day. From the entire planet! That is not ‘getting the message out’. That is chatting to some like-minded pals in a local club. I am under no illusion that I am making any difference to the world because I know I am not. I am not the messiah, I’m just a very naughty boy.

The drones will stumble towards their Borg fiuture as they always have and while the implants are now in their houses, soon the implants will be in them. That is already well advanced.

Can we help them iunderstand what is being done to them?

For me, the question is not so much ‘how?’ as ‘why?’

 

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42 thoughts on “Electrickery.

  1. Here In Sweden we have a smart meter with a “mobile” phone in it.It calls home every couple of days.We can go on line and see our usage by the hour and find it very informative,of course “they” can see if we had a hot lunch.

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    • The one trouble I see with that, is; What if you are not using as much as they THINK you should?

      Do they start investigating where you are stealing the “make up amount” from? Plugged into the nearest lamp post, maybe?

      You are not putting the agreed five years plans worth of rubbish in your bin? “Must be fly tipping, arrest him!”

      You only used five litres of water this week? “Then cut his allowance to five liters only, for next week.”

      “You are not using any gas!”
      “The house does not HAVE gas!”
      “That is no excuse, the five year plan sais you must use XYZ amount per year. You are obviously nicking your gas from somewhere!”

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  2. “This blog averages just under 1000 hits per day. From the entire planet! That is not ‘getting the message out’. That is chatting to some like-minded pals in a local club. I am under no illusion that I am making any difference to the world because I know I am not. I am not the messiah, I’m just a very naughty boy.”

    Actually, you do make a difference. As one of those 1000 people, it is comforting to know that I’m not alone. Ironically, your words are just enough to keep depression at bay because they remove that sense of isolation.

    It is also interesting to note that the majority of like minded bloggers (& probably their readers) have something in common, apart from their views & opinions.

    I’m pretty sure that a large proportion of your fan base comprises people from scrotey backgrounds who have had the benefit of a grammar school & tertiary education, probably in proper scientific, mathematical engineering subjects. Quite likely some scholarships, too, along the way. We can not only read & write, but do sums as well. It would be interesting to see data – I could be wrong.

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    • Ah, not all. I left school at 16 (although I have to admit, it was a grammar), and I’ve pursued all sorts of weird and wonderful ways of earning a crust, including driving articulated trucks back and forth across Australia, smuggling razor blades from Afghanistan to India, owning a cocktail / wine bar in Greece and property development in UK, to mention just a few of the many. I currently work for myself as a carpenter (in Greece), designing and building bespoke kitchens, wardrobes, staircases etc etc. Which does involve quite a lot of maths, actually, but is mostly about problem-solving.

      The reason I left school so early wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to learn as my inability to follow orders blindly. I couldn’t really get on with all the petty rules and regulations that pertained, and was constantly in trouble for questioning and/or ignoring the authority of the staff. So I made good my escape at the earliest opportunity. And I’ve actually never regretted it.

      But I can read and write. And I do know the difference between there, their and they’re, so I guess my grammar school education wasn’t completely wasted! 🙂

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      • Brilliant. I love it :^) .

        Forget the bits of paper – you can read, write & most excellent of all do sums with a practical application in solving problems. Sounds like applied science to me.

        I have to ask . . . “smuggling razor blades”? Is this a euphemism or what? Do tell!

        Cheers,

        DD.

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        • “smuggling razor blades”? Is this a euphemism or what? Do tell!

          Heh! No, really! No euphemism! Back in the late 60s, when I was trawling around those parts, India had a strict protectionist policy. Anything which could be manufactured within the country was illegal to import or had swingeing duties imposed. And India had a razor blade industry. And its products were, predictably, shite.

          At that time, Kabul, Afghanistan, although landlocked, enjoyed the status of ‘free port’. That meant that many goods from the west were available tax free. Including Wilkinson Sword and Gillette Platinum safety razor blades. Those brands were worth their weight in gold in India, where a nation of swarthy men either went to a barber with a cutthroat or endured a shave with a new razor which struggled to match the performance of a three-month-old Wilkinson Sword. A box of blades (I can’t remember how many, but it was a lot – a thousand, maybe?) was small (albeit heavy) and easy to transport, and yielded a hefty profit margin.

          And the best bit was that if you had the misfortune to get busted at the border (never happened to me), it wasn’t like you were smuggling drugs or anything. Worst case scenario was losing the lot, but I heard that usually guys got away with distributing about 10% of the booty among the customs guys, and all was sweet. I made a tidy sum out of it. I got so familiar with the border guards at the Khyber Pass checkpoint that while everyone else was queuing to get their passport stamped, I was in the office with the head honcho smoking dope and drinking tea.

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          • There was a documentary here, a few years back. The Indians figured it cost something like 5 Rupee to produce a razor blade (Probably cheaper, but for ease of percentages… 🙂 ) BUT a 1 Rupee coin could be made into three or four razor blades, using a simple metal stamping press, that most garage workshops have.

            There was, according to the National bank of India, a serious shortage of Rupee coins, and the arse had fallen out of the “official” razor blade market.

            Wonder why?

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          • Good story. You should polish up those skills.

            “Razor blades to India” becomes “Hair dryers and vacuum cleaners to Harpenden”, all in one lifetime. You can’t make it up.

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    • Ahh, tis nice Frank, to be one of your mates in the local, “chewing the cud” and smokin the fags! Lovely. And yes, you do happen to have an influence. I am only ONE person, but I talk the talk to many!!! So the word spreads via word of mouth too. And YES, you DO keep the depression at bay. If I didnt read your blogs Frank (and a few others), I would feel very alone. Where I work, there are only a couple of others who smoke, and they skitter and hide, holding their cigs almost in the palms of their hands. Twats! I am “out and proud” and have NEVER EVER felt uncomfortable being a smoker. I LOVE smoking – its MY choice, I am NOT ashamed. I love the Queen, but should I ever be a guest in her house (yeah!), I would politely ask “Have you an ashtray outside your Maj”?? Because, its not dirty, its not illegal, and at least you can SEE my habit. Some folks have “habits” unseen (viz a viz Rotheram and Rochdale). Hmm, guess “they” look like fine upstanding citizens – i.e. dont smoke. Well all smokerphobes take note: All is NOT as it seems and in the great scheme of things, smoking is nowt!!!!!!!

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  3. What the Furor says probably has a lot of truth in it. Our new recycling bins have just arrived. I think most areas in the UK probably have them by now, but we’re in the middle of nowhere; the back of beyond.

    Anyway, as well as a small bin for bottles/cans and one for newspaper/cardboard we have two different sized bins for kitchen waste. I hardly eat any fresh fruit and veg and what waste I have now I’ll probably make a compost heap (I’m wondering if used teabags can be used for mulching) rather than put my dinky green bin out – the small one is 8 x 6 x 8 inches high. I imagine they’ll be blown across the town on a really windy night (we have very early collections) and especially after they’ve been emptied.

    The big wheelie bin still gets emptied once a fortnight and the recyclables every alternate week (with the dinky green bins also weekly), but I can put everything in the fortnightly bins when there’s no garden waste for half the year.

    They expect cans to be cleaned out. My dog usually doesn’t eat a full tin, so if they think I’m going to try to clean encrusted dog food cans, they can think again.

    That’s a long way round for saying that at some stage I expect a call to ask why I never put out, particularly the food waste bins.

    My reply will be, “So the council wants to know what my diet consists of? I don’t think so.”

    But one of the tricks is to keep the proles busy. If they obey the letter of the ‘law’ which I’m sure most will, this palaver will take about an hour to sort out. Last I heard there was a glut of recycled glass, but anything to avoid paying the EU’s landfill tax, which is now £80 per tonne.

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    As for smart meters. Still haven’t researched it enough nor this whole EMF radiation problem, but it’s a possible explanation for the amazing rises in cases of depression, attention deficit disorder, chronic fatigue, autism, sleeplessness, anxiety, Alzheimer’s, etc.

    Again, conditions which take up time and sap energy and help keep the people docile and malleable.

    This is a war to demoralise us. I assume it’s why very few people seem to be making a stand and you get 1,000 hits a day and that probably includes spammers. I know people who always complain but always comply.

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    • New bins have just arrived here too. We used to have a box for glass, cans and plastic bottles (not the plastic trays everything comes in and not yoghourt pots) and a separate box for paper. Since I don’t buy newspapers, that one was put out about once every three months.

      The glass/cans/plastic went out every two weeks and I made sure all the booze bnottles were on the top. I know Plastic Man next door likes to tut at my recycling box so I let him think it’s booze bottles all the way down.

      Now I have another wheelie bin with a blue top. Into that goes all paper, card (which they didn’t take before), all plastic, tins… but not glass. I’m supposed to take the glass to the recycling place myself. However, with all that new stuff going in the new bin, there’ll be room for glass in the ordinary bin. Which is what everyone else around here (with the probable exception of Plastic Man) plans to do.

      We have been threatened with the food waste bins too, but they haven’t appeared yet.

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      • I’ll wash round the easy things, like tinned carrots and bottles of Schloer. I don’t buy papers either, but a friend drops his in, so I end up with a considerable quantity. Think I’ll dump all the food on a compost heap. The garden’s plenty big enough.

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    • Teabags can go in compost. Mould-stricken tobacco leaves go in there too.

      Anything vegetable can be composted and there is a cone-shaped thing, as I recall, that you stick in the ground and bung in absolutely anything. It all rots away to fertilise the soil.

      I still have a fake human arm from a good few Halloweens back. Might leave it in the food waste bin by mistake.

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  4. Twitter is a Socialist playground

    Not in my experience, LI, although I only have 300 odd followers, which is probably not representative. However, they are all either libertarian or conservative (mostly small ‘l’ and ‘c’), and any lefty rubbish is greeted with derision, garlic and silver crucifixes.

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      • Heh! Yes, you should get on there LI. I can’t be bothered with Farcebook, but I found to my surprise that I quite like Twatter. My usage is sporadic; sometimes I won’t log on for weeks, and then I’ll have a flurry of activity on there for a few days. It’s something you can just dip into when the mood takes. I’ve recently been connecting to the WHO twitter feed, and pointing out to them the stupidity of their latest pronouncement on e-cigs, and how they are a redundant clique of rent-seeking, lying ideologues. And I’m not alone. Their timeline must be chock full of tweets from angry vapers pointing out the idiocy of their stance, I’ve likewise been pointing out to Clive Bates the hypocrisy of condemning WHO and accusing them of hyperbole and exaggeration when that was his stock-in-trade as director of ASH.

        Yes, Twitter can be quite cathartic! 🙂

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        • I started using Facefuck because it was getting impossible to keep up with the Re-enactment invitations any other way. Most of them ONLY use Facefuck nowdays. If you are not on it, you end up sitting at home all year wondering where the invites to weekend Biwaks are.

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  5. Food waste bins are an extravagant stupidity. We already have a disposal system designed expressly for the removal of known-contaminated compostable organics: the sewage system. All you have to do to use this is install a food waste mascerator in the kitchen sink, and this will turn food waste into slurry, which will flow away down the sewers and be no trouble to anyone.

    I wonder if anyone has costed this? What is the cost of one mascerator per house, as opposed to one bin per household, plus collection trucks and a dedicated disposal route which cannot include animal feed as nobody wants such an unreliable, untested and known-contaminated source of “food”. Essentially you’re composting waste either way, the only real issue is which you fancy using.

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    • Round here they want “meat and bones” and even pet food. There used to be recycling bins at supermarkets and car parks until a few years ago and they were removed as it was deemed to be not worthwhile, so I imagine that it is all going to be mixed back up and dumped in landfill, but I expect that they have to do this to comply with an EU regulation.

      A few weeks ago, our street was without electricity for a large part of the day to make some adjustments to comply with new EU regulations coming into force next year.

      They’re all mad for obeying orders. Like you say, the waste food seems to be farcical. Surely, in landfill sites, not only will it decompose into nothing, but help other items decompose too?

      But got to keep us running around, complying with nanny’s orders.

      I used to recycle when it was voluntary, but now I’m not so keen.

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    • XX Food waste bins are an extravagant stupidity. We already have a disposal system designed expressly for the removal of known-contaminated compostable organics: the sewage system.XX

      Here they either burn it, after processing, in the power stations, or they use it as pig food. (Which must annoy the mossys something fucking ROTTEN! 😀 )

      HOW much polution is produced collecting and “Processing” and how much energy, is of course, never taken into consideration.

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    • Heh. They will refuse to install the garbage grinders on the grounds of health and safety – remember they think we are all stupid enough to poke our fingers into them while they are running.

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  6. I lived for the first seven years of my life in a cottage that had no water indoors nor any drainage; there used to be a ‘slop bucket’ in the kitchen. Modern thinking is that we go back to that stinking alternative to hygienic disposal, so much for progress.
    I have worked on farms that fed swill to fattening pigs, that stopped as there was a risk of foot and mouth disease being spread; it may have been far better for the economy to stop our vibrant, enriching, uninvited, guests bringing in their disgusting ‘bush meat’ practices but no doubt that would have been racist… far better to put some pig farmers out of business.
    Smart meters have a remote switching facility, in times of shortage you will be switched off so that hospitals and politicians can keep their supply.

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    • I remember outside toilets. When visiting in winter it was essential to check it wasn’t frozen over because having to crack the ice afterwards was far worse than cracking it before.

      I also recall frost on the inside of windows. I doubt modern houses could withstand that, now their insides are all just made of plasterboard. Certainly, modern people could not cope with it.

      Those ‘times of shortage’ will be faked. Your smart meters will be switched off if you misbehave.

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    • It was faked last year too. To me it looks like preparation. Whether they need to or not, eventually they will cut power just to make a point.

      But not in the winter before a general election 😉

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  7. But your regular readers, and I am one, love your stuff. Long may you continue. We microbiologists have to stick together. My speciality used to be Clostridia.

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