Resistance is futile. You will be vaccinated.

Okay, before anyone gets out the ‘antivaxxer’ accusations, I spent my entire career in microbiology, working with some nasty things. You bet your ass I’m well loaded with vaccines! But I also understand how vaccines work, which is why I won’t take any more. Especially not these insane new ones. You see, I also understand how PCR works and what mRNA really does.

When you get vaccinated against tetanus, the bacterium Clostridium tetani is grown in a lab, killed, checked to make sure it’s dead, and injected into you. Your immune system still gets to see the proteins its made of and makes antibodies against it. If you ever get a live one in your bloodstream, your immune system is ready to smack it down before it does any damage.

That’s a simplistic explanation but it’s basically the idea behind vaccination. This is not how mRNA shots work. I can’t call them vaccines. They aren’t.

The mRNA shots cause your own body cells to produce foreign proteins. This makes your immune system thinks those body cells are infected with something and the immune system does the only thing it knows how to do – it kills the infected cells. I called this insane idea ‘an autoimmune disease in a syringe’ when it first appeared and I have not changed my mind on that.

I fully expected a rise in arthritis, rheumatism and other autoimune diseases, and judging by the plethora of ads for treatment of those things lately, I was right. I wondered about reactivation of suppressed and dormant viruses, and judging by the sudden push for shingles and other vaccines, seems I wasn’t far off there either.

I did not anticipate effects on fertility or pregnancy. Others did. I don’t know enough about those things. I had no idea there could be issues with blood clots, spontaneous bleeds or heart issues. Others warned about those things. I didn’t and still don’t know enough to comment. I could only comment within my own areas of research. Still, the people who did comment were very eminent scientists and worth listening to. So I did. Many scoffed at them because MSM ‘fact-checkers’ said so. Well, that’s their choice. I prefer to listen to people who actually know what they are talking about and who have worked in that area of research for many years. That’s my choice.

So now we have young, fit sportspeople and entertainers keeling over dead while doing their jobs. We have morticians showing massive fibrin clots they say they have never seen before. We have a huge rise in cancer cases in younger people – I certainly didn’t see that coming – and sadly, dead and damanged children and a huge rise in stillbirths.

And yet, for most people, that’s all fine. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? Well, not too hard for very many people. They line up for another shot of mRNA because the news says it’s fine, and so many ‘doctors’ say that the purpose of vaccination was never to stop the spread of disease or to stop you catching it… they really are saying that. They were not saying that three years ago.

I have seen morons claim that ‘other vaccines need boosters’. Sure. Tetanus needs a booster… every ten years. Not every three months. If you are getting injected every three months with something that has been shown to not stop you catching it and not stop you spreading it… well, just have a little think, okay?

Now we find there are ‘vaccines’ to ‘repair heart damage from heart attacks’.

Spoiler. Heart muscle cannot regenerate. It scars. You get a scar from myocarditis, it’s there for the rest of your life. I have a scar on my hand from a burn. It will never go away. The same is true of all my other scars and yours too, even the ones inside that you can’t see. They cannot be ‘repaired’. They *are* the repair. It’s like welding a plate of metal from a Ford over a hole in your Toyota. The welded on part never becomes Toyota. No matter what you do, that welded part is always a scar.

People will take that shot though. They believe in ‘the science’ even though the true science tells them it cannot work. The principle has been established. They will take another shot every three months for something that they are almost infinitesimal risk from even though it doesn’t work, so they’ll take a shot (probably multiple) for something that cannot work.

And then we have the cancer issue. There has been a marked rise in cancers and it’s not all down to lockdowns.The response? Well what else?

An mRNA ‘vaccine’ against cancer. You people really will believe anything, won’t you? Still I shouldn’t be surprised, since I was the one who told antismokers who accosted me that the lymph glands they could feel in their throats were cancers caused by my second hand smoke and that doctors were paid to tell them otherwise (sorry, legitimate GPs) and so much more. I already knew that so very many people were irredemiably stupid, I can’t pretend surprise now.

When you vaccinate against tetanus, it offers no protection against a closely related bacterium, Clostridium welchii, which causes gangrene.Vaccination against Salmonella does not protect you from its relative, Shigella. And so on. Vaccination is specific because the immune response is specific. You cannot vaccinate against something that has multiple causes – espeically something with multiple utterly unrelated causes.

Vaccinate against one infection, it doesn’t protect you from even a related infection. So you vaccinate against a cancer triggered by a particular infection – as happens now with cervical cancer. That does not protect you from a cancer caused by a different infection. It has absolutely no relevance to cancers caused by chemical exposure, radiation exposure, genetic predisposition or just blind bad luck. Nor any of a myriad other potential triggers.

There is no ‘one size fits all’ vaccine for cancer and cannot be. It might be possible for a single treatment to emerge for all cancers, they all do much the same once they’re started, but they have so very many ways to start that you really can’t pre-empt them.

Vaccines, even just a few short years ago, could well have been called the best thing medical science ever produced. Now? Science is dead, in many areas. Espcially medical science. You might as well get some toothless crone in a wood mask to shake a gourd at you.

At least you have a chance of surviving the experience.

Less Trust

The 18th anthology is assembled into one document and formatted. Since my eyes are not what they once were, I have passed it to Roo B Doo, our much younger and much more attractive co-editor, for a checkover before sending it to authors. Won’t be long now.

I did see that Jerry ‘Rhyming Slang’ Hunt has been given the job of wasting taxpayer’s money. They change so fast now I can’t even remember most of their names. There’s no point, they’re all bloody useless anyway.

The Silly Hunt, he of the mad eyes and a face like a Grinch that just caught Santa in a gin trap, has been fully supportive of the Chinese method of nailing people into their homes to stop them catching a cold. Now Less Trust (CStM’s invention) has put him in charge of the few pennies the UK has left after spending it all on boat people and a war we’re supposed to not be involved in. No sensible leader would put him in charge of a hot dog stand but we haven’t had a sensible leader since… well, probably since King Arthur, and even he threw his magic sword into a lake. Idiot.

Incidentally, I have one of those magnets for trawling lakes for metal things and if I find that sword there are going to be some changes around here. Although I’ll more likely drag out a Ford Corsair’s rusted bonnet…

Our government, like so many nowadays, is just a bad joke. Why does anyone listen to any of them? Well, because the justice systems are also bad jokes enforced by megalomaniacs with guns. Our media are likewise bought off by cretins with money. So are most of the internet companies.

Why do people care so much about money? I’ve never had much of it and it’s never been an issue. If you gave me a million pounds tomorrow I honestly would have no idea what to do with it. I certainly wouldn’t try to use it to control other people because I have no interest in what other people do. I’d most likely die of whisky related liver poisoning within a month, but only on the really good stuff that I can’t afford now. Damn, I’d consider that a good exit!

Yet, every day I hear about ‘more money solves everything’ but it really doesn’t. Give someone like me a lot of money and I’ll either bank it and forget about it or blow the lot on booze and baccy. I am not interested in some ‘legacy for future generations’. If they want that they can read my books but current sales suggests they don’t so screw them.

The government, like most others, is entirely focused on money. They don’t give a shit about jobs or family or happiness or fulfilment. Just money. To them, money is everything. To those billionaires, money is everything too. I say, let them have it. Take it all. Take it, and be welcome.

And then, when they have every digital (and actually nonexistent) penny, ask them what they will spend it on.

Because we’ll have nothing to sell.


All author contracts for Underdog Anthology 18 are out, some have come back in less than 24 hours. It’s been a very easy ride for editing this time, the quality of submissions has been excellent. Apart from a few typos we’ve had pretty much nothing to do! Most of the stories this time are quite long so it could be a somewhat chunkier book than usual. I’ll still be keeping the price to a minimum anyway, of course.

Well I’m still busy with book assembly and I have yet to find a suitable cover so I’ll keep this one short.

It seems Zelensky, one of the two maniacs at war (although as usual, the maniacs who start the war aren’t actually in any danger from it) has called upon NATO to nuke Russia so they won’t nuke Ukraine.

Well no, they won’t, if that happens. They’ll nuke NATO countries instead. Using nuclear does not deter the other side from using theirs. It pretty much guarantees they’ll use theirs.

An analogy. I have a gun and 100 bullets. You have a gun and 100 bullets. You fire one bullet at me. What’s my reaction?

I immediately assume you plan to also fire the other 99 bullets at me so I load up and fire all mine at you before you can reload.

It really doesn’t matter who sets off the first nuclear explosion. The other side has no choice but to respond with all they have before the first side fires any more. If Putin sets off a nuke in Ukraine and there’s no response from the West, he’ll see it as carte blanche to send more. If he sets one off and the West responds with a nuke, Putin will see it as a reason to blitz the West with all he has.

The same applies the other way around, if NATO go along with Zelensky’s insane plan for a pre-emptive strike. Ukraine isn’t in NATO so a Russia-NATO war won’t involve them.Looks like a sneaky way out for him.

Although maybe it’s not completely insane. If NATO get into direct war with Russia, that brings all NATO and BRICS countries into WWIII and everyone forgets about Ukraine. They could end up as the only country on the planet that isn’t populated by short-lived radioactive mutants walking around on glow-in-the-dark glass.

China will definitely get in on the action. WWIII is the perfect cover for them to invade Taiwan, something they have long drooled over and the West can do sod all about it if they’re tied up in a nuclear war.

I hear people claiming that China wants to take over the West. Nonsense. China has no need to destroy the West, our politicians are doing the job for them. Chinese style social credits are already planned, PayPal showed the way with their plans to heavily ‘fine’ (aka steal money from) their users who don’t agree with their politics. They’ve backed off, for now, but they have lost a lot of accounts in the 24 hours after it was highlighted. Their credibility is shot.

I pay a lot of authors through PayPal. I think I’m going to have to find an alternative payment route in the future. Sure, they backed off on this one – for the moment – but I can’t trust them now. They could bring back this insanity at any time, and one word out of place could see your bank balance wiped out (their idea included raiding your bank for the ‘fine’ if there wasn’t enough in your account).

This is an early taste of a digital currency. PayPal won’t let anyone use their service to buy guns or ammo. Not a big issue in the UK, we’d have to physically go to a shop and use real money or plastic cards and have licences anyway for those things – and handguns are completely banned here anyway. But consider… if they can stop the use of a digital currency for one thing, how long before they can stop you using it to buy booze, or baccy, or meat? Once it’s all digital, you have no control over what you buy.

Of course, the EM pulse from a nuclear explosion will eradicate all of that anyway, which makes me wonder if those trying to force this New World Order have any real idea what they are doing. They want us all microchipped, and they are trying to start a nuclear war which will erase every electronic device on the planet. Including the microchips they want to stick in us, and all their digital currency.

It looks like we are being ruled by idiots.

Which, I suppose, is nothing new.

A Book and a Break

Well, the Halloween anthology is closing and it’s looking good – and possibly the easiest ever. Hardly any editing required on the stories this time! I’ll be getting author contracts out in the next day or so and then payments for those who want it in money. Outside UK are best to get cash because within the UK, books are a payment option but our postage costs mean that authors in any other country are better getting cash and buying a copy locally.

The deadline was extended because so much is happening. I had to go to future son-in-law’s stag do, which was a lot of fun, then CStM and I went to Denmark for her dad’s birthday which was a great trip too. It’s the first time we’d been anywhere for three years – we haven’t even been to Wales to visit my family and that doesn’t even mean crossing any seas! Next is Daughter’s wedding at the end of this month (I will be kilted again) then CStM’s birthday and it’s likely to be beans on toast for Christmas dinner…

I didn’t take many photos because the Danish climate is very similar to Scotland’s. Mostly crap at this time of year.

I did, however, get a snap of Denmark’s idea of rail safety. There is a sign saying ‘do not cross if a train is coming’ that’s placed halfway over the crossing.

Such crossings are pretty much gone in the UK. You used to be able to cross the rails at Ystrad Mynach station but now you have to trek over the bridge, even though you can see far in both directions. Denmark is not as nannying as we are. They trust their people to be aware of their surroundings. I’m sure there are some who will be shocked at that.

The best weather was, of course, on the day we were coming home. Well, again, that’s just like Scotland…

The plane was late, naturally, even though it was the only one at the airport while we waited there. This airport is more active as a helicopter ride to the oil rigs and the shuttle to Aberdeen is pretty much an afterthought. Esbjerg looks like a very nice place though, it’s somewhere I’d like to visit in its own right.

*cough splutter* years ago, I took the ferry from Newcastle to Esbjerg to get to a science conference in Odense. The ferry caught fire on the way over. Lots of small boats came out to see. To help? Nope. To take photos. Somewhere I might still have photos of the other student and myself in flotation vests, smoking the duty free baccy before it got wet. We survived, even though we had to put up with a cabin in the bilge to Harwich on the way back.

I didn’t buy any whisky on the way back. I have seen the ones they had on offer at better prices in local shops here. It seems the duty free mob replace the duty with profit. Don’t bother.

Baccy though… is much cheaper in Denmark. Especially loose baccy, which I use to fill the ciggy tubes. It’s not quite half the UK price but close. So I brought back the limit – and then the UK customs were unmanned anyway. I could have stuffed my case! Ah well, I have at least a month’s worth of cheap baccy. Corner shop baccy prices in Denmark are actually cheaper than duty free. And whisky costs about the same there as here. ‘Duty free’ is one hell of a ripoff.

I still need to finalise a title for this anthology. The Tax Monster?

The Devil’s Enzyme

I’ve been reading a lot of bollocks about Luciferase. That it’s a marker that glows under UV light and that it’s linked to Satan, all that stuff.

When I was working on my Honours project for my first degree (1980/81), I had the stinky project. I was working on the gut microflora of Eiseinia foetida, a type of earthworm that lives in compost heaps. Well, the career got gradually stinkier and much nastier after that but that’s not the point.

A friend of mine was working with a marine bacterium called Vibrio fischeri. He grew it in flasks on a flask shaker in an incubator room. When he turned the light off, there were all these rotating flasks giving off a green glow. V. fischeri produces bioluminescence in response to oxygen. How brightly it glows depends on how much oxygen there is, and that glow can be used to detect oxygen down to nanomolar concentrations. Of course, at that oxygen level you can’t see the glow, you need a photomultiplier and associated circuitry, but it really does work. I actually made use of that technique during my PhD, but it was a fellow student who developed it into a useful method.

This bacterium, and many other bioluminescent organisms, produce light using a compound called luciferin. It’s activated by an enzyme called luciferase. The enzyme itself does nothing without luciferin present, and luciferin is not activated without luciferase. UV light is irrelevant here. The mechanism produces visible light, it’s not activated by outside light. It is entirely dependent on oxygen concentration.

If you’ve ever been somewhere warm, even UK-summer warm, beside the sea, on a nicely dark night, you might have noticed a glow flickering through the water as it rolls against the shore. It’s usually called ‘phosphorescence’, and it’s the light produced by marine microbes when the water gets a blast of oxygen as it hits the shore. This is the luciferin/luciferase reaction. It’s perfectly natural and probably millions of years old.

Some say Monsanto or Pfizer or some other demonic company have patented luciferase. That’s not possible. It’s a natural material and can’t be patented. However, they might have patented a technique that makes use of it. I’ll come back to that.

Incidentally, I am also seeing claims of ‘luciferase’ on the swabs used for the ramrod-up-the-nose nonsensical tests. ‘Proof’ consists of running UV light over the swab and observing that the stick doesn’t glow but the cotton pad does. Cotton pads fluoresce under UV light. Try it with any cotton buds. It’s the cotton that lights up.

Now I’m not saying those cotton ramrods aren’t contaminated, there have been quite a few examples of what could be shoddy production techniques or could be deliberate, I don’t have enough reliable info to speculate on that. However, when you light them up with UV they will glow even if they are perfectly clean and sterile. Luciferase isn’t there, and if it was, it would be a waste of extracted enzyme because it won’t do anything – and won’t even last long – up your nose.

The ‘Lucifer’ link merely refers to the light produced in the reaction. It’s really not sinister at all. It’s been named that for a very long time and it was just some scientist thinking it was funny to name it that. Most of scientific research is unbelievably tedious so we do grab any chance to spice it up a bit. It really isn’t controlled by, nor in any way linked to, any demonic entity.

So, luciferase is nothing to be scared of. It’s an enzyme that catalyses a reaction with a compound called luciferin in the presence of oxygen and produces a rather pleasant glow. So, what nefarious purposes could it be put to?

Not many, really. Enzymes, especially when injected into a living organism, don’t tend to last very long. They are proteins and proteins entering your body are either regarded as food and dismantled, or regarded as invaders and smacked down by your immune system. Injecting yourself with luciferase is never going to get you that lovely Chernobyl glow. Even if it is active, it won’t be active for very long and with no luciferin to act on, it has nothing to do.

I really can’t see how Billy Gates Gruff’s ‘quantum tattoo’ can make use of it. If you want something invisible until illuminated with UV, this won’t work but there are many stable compounds that would. Still, it has become abundantly clear that Billy Gates Gruff is an idiot and there are many researchers out there who are more than willing to take full advantage of an idiot with a lot of money to spare.

The only possible way I can see it working in a quantum tattoo setting is if the tattoo contains a stable form of luciferin (not easy to do) and then you dab a swab of luciferase on it. Then it would glow on its own, no need for UV, in fact it would work best if your hand was in a dark box. It seems an unnecessarily complex way to go about things anyway. Surely it would be much easier to just use a traditional tattoo technique, or if you want to get all fancy, a stable fluorescent compound that will show up under UV.

I guess they are trying for something that can’t be easily faked by a backstreet tattoo artist but getting hold of V. fischeri is really not that hard (for someone like me anyway, I just need a jar of seawater). Isolation on agar is possibly one of the easiest isolations you can do – just look for colonies that glow in the dark. Extracting luciferin/luciferase would take time but I have the equipment here. Then I just need someone with tattoo skills and the pattern it needs to take. So it can still be faked and some of us would make an absolute fortune out of it 😉

I am getting to the opinion that the whole luciferase thing is a red herring, designed to get the tinfoil hats spinning. Sure, it might be possible to produce such a glowing mark, but really it’s far too much bother and far too unreliable to be much use at all. Luciferin is a protein too, that tattoo won’t last long. Then again, repeat application of medication does seem to be the modern profit model…

Really, I don’t think this whole luciferase thing is going anywhere. It feels like a handy distraction, the name alone gets people all worked up and the glow can be used to boost the creepiness factor. It’s never going to produce a reliably useful branding mark and there’s no need anyway. The chips are already ready to go, and have been in use for quite some time now. People don’t need to be coerced into it, they fight to be first in line.

As for curmudgeons like me, it might eventually be the case that if you don’t have a chip in your hand, you can’t get into shops, or onto public transport, or even start your car. That would be far, far easier to accomplish than some fancy biochemistry embedded in your skin.

They say the Devil’s greatest trick was convincing people he doesn’t exist. This time, I suspect the trick is convincing people that something imaginary exists, to distract them and keep them panicked over fantasy demons.

Meanwhile, the real demons continue unopposed…


‘Boys will be girls and girls will be boys, it’s mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola’. Might not have that exactly right, I have the song on a cassette tape that wasn’t invented when I was born but which has now passed into the mists of time along with VHS, Betamax, CDs (which were featured on a TV show called ‘Tomorrow’s World’ when I was merely a minor anomaly in the world) and laser discs, 5.25″ and 3.5″ floppy discs, and more.

But first things first. The deadline for Underdog Anthology 18 is extended to 4th October because this year is an expensive mess and lots of things are in the way. Future son in law’s stag weekend, CStM’s father’s birthday (end of September), daughter and his wedding (end of October, since he survived the stag weekend) and many things wrong with the car and it looks like it’s beans on toast for Christmas dinner.

Also, I am currently undergoing blood tests galore, I can only assume they are drinking the stuff the amount they’ve taken so far. Can’t blame them, it’s probably at least 40% whisky anyway.

Well I should have known. I was nagged into getting tested for IBS or wheat allergy, mostly by daughter, so I went to the doctor. They haven’t seen me for so long they tested everything, in the hope of finding something wrong with me. All they found was that I seem to have too much iron in me.

Okay, so I have to avoid magnets. Ah no, it’s not so simple. That finding leads to more tests which, if positive, lead to more tests, and if those are positive I’m Dracula’s snack bar for the years to come. There’s no other way to get the excess iron out and if I don’t, I risk all kinds of horrible effects. Well, it just means those mediaeval doctors were right about leeches, I suppose. At least it doesn’t involve any pills.

I could have pet leeches. I could name them after politicians. I’d need quite a large collection.

Anyway, I digress. As usual.

There is a current fad to turn boys into girls and girls into boys. Whether they like it or not. Why? Well, money of course, and lots of it. None of the ‘doctors’ involved give a shit about the future suffering of those kids wrongly transitioned, and neither do the vocal and somewhat ridiculous caricatures calling themselves ‘activists’. They are not activists pursuing a noble cause. They are idiots, useful to those who profit from this debacle.They will never accept nor understand this because they are idiots. That’s why they are used.

It does, of course, massively assist the current depopulation agenda (you can scoff and claim ‘tinfoil’ if you like, but don’t come crying to me when they cut your grandchildren’s bits off) because every transitioned child is rendered eternally sterile. If you want to be a grandparent and you go along with this, you won’t be. Your bloodline has ended. Your family has died and it’s entirely your fault.

Right. Real biology.

I know there are those who state ‘it’s all genetics’ and it mostly is, but not entirely. If you are XY you are male, XX you are female, but biology is not an exact science. Rarely, but once in a while, it throws up XXY, or XYY, or other combinations where you end up being mostly one thing but not entirely. There are really hermaphrodite people and there are really people who grow up in one sex but really, genuinely, feel they are the opposite sex. They are real people. They are rare.

In between, there exists every level of variation between the two ends of that spectrum. There are women who don’t like to wear skirts and are happier wearing trousers, but they still consider themselves women. There are men who feel more comfortable in a dress than a suit but they still consider themselves men. Heck, I’m fully hetero male and I live in Scotland so I own a kilt and woe betide any who poke fun of that. My sgian dubh is not a plastic dummy.

All of these are variations on humanity. We’re all different. If you’re a woman in a suit and bow tie or a man in a dress, there’s really no issue. Unless you use that as an excuse to demand entry to the opposite sex’s spaces, or you do as a woodwork teacher in America has done and wear a pair of prosthetic tits the size of a mastodon’s saddlebags complete with plastic nipples that could take a student’s eye out… come on. There is a clear line between harmless cross dressing and becoming an absolute caricature that even Eurotrash would raise their eyebrows at.

Clothing is irrelevant, really. Every Roman wore a toga, every Roman soldier had an armoured skirt. Were they girlie men? Well they managed to take over much of the known world at the time. So you think guys in skirts are weak? Come invade my daughter’s wedding, where we will mostly be in kilts, and see if you get out alive.

My future son in law had to undergo ritual humiliation on his stag do. Here he is, in front of an inflatable velcro dartboard…

Yes, we made him wear a dress. It’s all over farcebok anyway so no need to cut out faces. He shrugged it off, he’s north Scottish so it’d be like a kilt but far lighter.

At no time did he attempt to get into women’s bathrooms or changing rooms. No matter how he was dressed – and it did get worse than this – he remained, inside, hetero male. That’s who he is. He’s crap at woodwork though. We’ll have to teach him.

Okay. I know there are those whose gender is indeterminate and I know there are a a few-very few-who genuinely believe they should be the opposite sex. There are many who like ‘cross dressing’ and let’s be fair, trousers are a relatively recent invention. We were all in robes or loincloths before. It’s really no big deal.

But now it is being forced on children. Small children. For money.

Children who cannot possibly comprehend how it will utterly destroy their lives and on parents who will never be grandparents because they have agreed to the mutilation of their children. A mutilation that can never be reversed.

I admit, part of me thinks ‘Well, that’s Darwinism’ but it’s not really. It’s not about adapting to changes in envronment. It’s about making money for modern day Dr. Moreaus. They don’t give a shit about the consequences, they’ll just bank the cash and vanish. Leaving behind the crippled drones. Are we not Men?

The same ‘medical services’ who profited from killing people they pretended had covid are now going to profit even harder from telling you your son is a daughter, and scheduling surgery to prove it.

Object, and you will be declared insane and your children will be taken away and surgically destroyed by the… sane.

It is fast reaching the time when we won’t want to be among the ‘sane’.


Some people object to the very idea of a monarchy, and that’s okay. I object to the idea of boy/girl/thing bands where there’s music in the background but none of them play so much as a kazoo. The actual musicians are never seen. We used to have barber shop quartets but they didn’t have backing tracks. Peter Gabriel did a modern (to me at least) version of that, at the start of this song.

Okay, I digress, but it’s a good song, and I still have that album on vinyl.

The point, I suppose, is that not everyone is happy with everything. Many people like those boy/girl/thing bands with nary a banjo, tea chest bass nor a washboard to be seen, as evidenced by how well they sell. Some people absolutely love the monarchy, others, like me, see it as just something that’s there, and still others want it gone completely.

My feeling is that if it’s gone, what replaces it? A president? Presidents have power. The UK monarchy doesn’t. King Charles III cannot make laws or raise taxes or dictate anything at all. He has no power to make executive orders. He’s a harmless head of state. Oh I have no doubt he’ll try to influence Government but they don’t have to pay attention to him. If they do, it’s their fault, not his.

And no, the monarchy doesn’t cost us. The Crown estates make more money than they retain, a lot of it goes into the general tax pot the Government love to waste. You want to know where your taxes are being pissed up the wall? Don’t look at the Royals, look at the government. Get rid of the monarchy and your taxes won’t go down a single penny. They might even go up.

The Monarch, to me, is just an interesting someone-who’s-there. A tourist attraction. Something to stamp on the money. They have no control over government, just a bunch of faux-superiors who ponce about looking grand. They really have no power over any of us at all.

I did like Mrs. Queen. I reserve judgement on King Jug-ears for now. If he turns out like his father he’ll be entertaining, but if he keeps up his mad Green crap he’ll be another George III. Could even end up as another Charles I. Let’s see how he pans out.

There have been interesting things on the travels of the Corpse Queen. I’m sure she would have disapproved of all the nonsense. ‘I’m dead, just bury me FFS’.

There were snipers on rooftops in Edinburgh in case anyone tried an assassination. Um… bit late guys. Or maybe they worried she would rise as Queen of the Zombies.

The really stupid stuff though came through the police. As usual.

They arrested a man with eggs in a bag in Aberdeen because he was close to the Corpse Queen’s box. He hadn’t thrown any. He didn’t have one in his hand ready to throw. He had eggs in a bag. Was he going to egg the Final Royal Box or was he just on the way home from his Local Shop with an omelette in mind? We don’t know but he now has ‘Breach of the Peace’ on his police record without actually doing anything.

In Edinburgh, a man was arrested after shouting out something like ‘Andy is a nonce’ which to be fair, is not technically inaccurate. Andy was filmed at his mother’s death, comforting his own daughter by fondling her buttock.

Now, I would say that ‘time and place’ applies but clearly Andy the Hand didn’t think so. He wasn’t arrested for his daughter-fondling but the man who called him out was. Again, ‘breach of the peace’. Which covers just about anything.

There were more anti-monarchy protestors arrested. None were violent or dangerous.

Let’s put it in perspective. This was the funeral procession of a 96 year old woman who had been working for 70 years, in the public eye the entire time, followed by her sons and daughter. Is this really the time to attack that family? Okay, at least one son deserved it but did it have to be today? Can’t you take a day off?

I did find the anti-monarchy demonstrations distasteful on this occasion, but the police respionse was certainly disproportionate. Arresting people for holding up a sign, shouting a few words or carrying a bag of eggs is not ‘breach of the peace’. It is dangerously close to totalitarianism. Sure, I feel that those shouting abuse at any funeral are disgusting but I do not want them arrested. Moved on, maybe, but giving people criminal records for their opinions, no matter how awful you or I might think they are, is never going to end well for anyone.

The Thought Police are not far away now.-

The Green King

My account of the merriment in Newcastle will have to wait, in view of today’s news that Queen Elizabeth II (Elizabeth I in Scotland, and possibly northern Ireland too) has passed away.

She was Queen before I was born and it seemed she was going to be there forever. I wouldn’t call myself a fervent Royalist but I did like and respect our Queen. She stayed politically neutral apart from an occasional gaffe – but come on, if you do a job for 70 years, an occasional gaffe is bound to happen.

The most recent was when she pushed the experimental jabs, calling those of us who refused them ‘selfish’. That took a lot of points off my respect level, for sure. Still, she can’t know everything, she isn’t likely to be familiar with the problems inherent in the (frankly fraudulent) PCR testing that was used, nor in the finer points of microbiology relating to disease transmission. That’s my job.

There have been many smug cretins out today, rejoicing in the death of a 96 year old woman who has done the same job for 70 years and who has done none of them any harm. There have been those claiming she was responsible for things her government did – but she had no power or authority to stop them. The UK monarchy have little to no influence over governmental affairs. She might well have been disapproving, or even outraged, by some of the things the UK government have done over her time on the throne but there was nothing she could have done to stop it.

This is not like the smug cretins rejoicing when Margaret Thatcher died. Thatcher was, indeed, responsible for what her government did but she was replaced by Monochrome Man who was much worse, and by the time she died she had been out of office for decades. There are smug cretins blaming her for things even now, who weren’t even born when she left office.

There was an American smug cretin delighting in the demise of our Queen, claiming she was the head of an empire – but the British Empire was gone long before she became Queen. History is no longer a subject that is taught, it seems.

If it were, those now delighting in the death of Queen Elizabeth the Second might well find themselves wishing she were still around in a year or so. We are entering the time of the Green King, Charles III, and I stand by my prediction that he will have the same effect on the country as Charles I. He is definitely not going to be politically neutral. He is, as Spike Milligan correctly discerned, a grovelling little bastard, in thrall to Darth Schwab and the evil empire he represents.

He won’t beat his mother’s 70 years as Regent, unless he lives to 144, which would just be gross. Still, his father lived to 99, his mother to 96, so he might well have 30 years to push his idiotic Green agenda and ‘great reset’ nonsense and he will. This King is not going to stick to the politically-neutral Royal stance with an occaisional gaffe. It’s going to be a reign of one long gaffe.

If he’s lucky, he won’t end like his predecessor.

Quick update

I spent the last weekend (Thursday to Monday) at my future son-in-law’s stag do. It was in Newcastle, and I have many photos and videos on my phone. Some of those should really never see the light of day (certainly not the ones with me in them, I seem to have put on rather more weight than I thought during lockdown).

I’ll sort through the photos and write an account of the escapade. There was much weirdness. I don’t think I can add video here, but I can link to some on Twitter. Here’s a sample.

I have also invested in a proper Scottish kilt outfit. It’s not the absolute real deal, that would bankrupt me, but it’s pretty damn expensive. But it’s my only daughter’s wedding so it’s worth the outlay. Also, hired gear comes with a fake plastic sgian dubh and I’m not having that. I am assured that a real one is legal as long as you’re in the traditional dress. It certainly wouldn’t be otherwise. There will be photos later, of course.

For my son’s wedding we all had to be in the same tartan, so we rented the gear to be sure it would match. This time, the groom’s family and friends mostly already have kilts so there is no restriction. Well… I’m not allowed the camouflage one, it has to be a proper tartan so I went with the ‘Pride of Scotland’ that doesn’t seem to be associated with a clan.

So I am now sobered up, as far as possible, and back to work. The anthology beckons and I have several books in the queue still. There are also a few models I made during lockdown that I have yet to post. It’s been a while since I did a model post…

Sleep? Bah. Who needs it?

Tinfoil overload

Author payment time is coming.It’ll be a day early this quarter since I can’t stay up late on the 31st to catch any last minute sales because I have to be up in the horrible earliness the next day. I’ll explain why after it’s over. So, any sales on the 31st will be paid next quarter. In September I’ll start assembling the Halloween anthology, and no writer can possibly claim they are short of horror story ideas this year! Just read the news.

Blogging has been light because this ‘hobby publishing’ idea of mine has become almost full time, because there have been issues with family getting sick, and that even includes the car which has suffered with ‘lockdown rot’ from not getting much use. Also, the dog is stoned again on multiple medications and seems to have become addicted to painkillers.

Another reason is that, rather than nothing to talk about, there is currently far too much to talk about. Many things happening at once, most, if not all of them, interconnected.

When they told us they wanted us to eat insects, I thought ‘pfft, I’ll hunt rabbits, pheasant, partridge and go fishing’. Well the rabbits have seen a sharp decline, the pheasants have gone quiet and I haven’t seen a deer around here since the early days of lockdown. At least there are still plenty of pigeons.

As for fishing, it turns out that those sewage outflows have killed thousands of fish in one of the Thames tributaries. Raw sewage dumping isn’t new, it’s long been part of our rubbish sewage system and exacerbated by the import of several million more people with absolutely zero improvement in infrastructure to support that extra population. It seems to be in the news now, not because it’s new, but because it’s scary. Who’s going to go fishing if they risk catching a botty-log instead of a brown trout?

So the ‘hunter-gatherer’ option is systematically being erased. What other options do we have?

Recently, a Swedish scientist (I suspect he was called Svenibbal Lektersson) stated that eating human flesh was the most sustainable option for meat. Well, that’s not going to go well. If we were to get a taste for it, ‘Eat the Rich’ won’t be just a slogan and visiting enforcement officers might never be seen again. It’s a very risky proposition. ‘The Hills have Eyes’ was supposed to be just a scary film. Maybe Ed Gein wasn’t a monster after all. Maybe he was just ahead of the curve.

Another scientist has claimed that burying corpses is bad for the environment. You know, putting our bodies back into the ecosystem just like every other form of life, to be recycled, is suddenly somehow bad for the world. Well, I guess they have that solution already – the big ovens at Auschwitz would have clued them in – but wait! Won’t that produce more CO2?

Ah, not if you use the ovens to cook rather than incinerate them. You can then slice and package it and call it lab-grown meat, which is something that will never work on a large scale but provides a perfect cover for the new Soylent Green.

Getting those Halloween story ideas yet? There is one more twist in the insect food story but I’m keeping that one for myself.

Then we have the whole ‘net zero’ nonsense. The ice caps are not melting, the polar bears are not going extinct, the current weather events are just that – weather. Although the usual mantra is ‘climate change’ when things get rough and when it’s normal, ‘weather is not climate’. It’s true. Weather is not climate. A drought in one place is not proof that humans are affecting the climate. As if we were even capable of such a thing.

I’ve seen a few people try to argue that carbon dioxide is ‘beneficial to plants’. It’s not. It’s absolutely essential to plants. It’s what they use to make every part of the plant, carbon dioxide and a nitrogen source (normally from the soil, they can’t use inert atmospheric nitrogen although legumes have made a deal whith Rhizobacterium, the plant feeds it sugars and the bacterium fixes atmospheric nitrogen – but I digress).

Carbon dioxide is very, very low at the moment. It’s been far higher in the past. It doesn’t stay in the atmosphere for years, most of it is absorbed by nearby plant life within hours, if not minutes. That’s why it doesn’t accumulate. You’ve seen how fast grass grows in summer, right? Every carbon atom in every blade of grass on every rolling hillside came from CO2. Including the sugars they metabolise. Remove CO2 from the atmosphere and all the plants die. Shortly after that, so does everything else.

Except the anaerobic bacteria. Once the oxygen is used up and there are no plants producing any more, the world belongs to the anaerobes once again. They’ll rebuild it but there won’t be a single one of the existing animal, plant or insect species in their new world. It’ll all be new, and we won’t be in it. Maybe a semi-intelligent species like ours will eventually arise again and fuck it all up again. The anaerobes will fix that too. Maybe it’s happened before.

We are supposed to embrace the electric car. It’s useless. There isn’t a power grid in the world that could charge them all, and when the battery dies in a few years a new one costs as much as a new car. The batteries won’t be recyclable and they’ll end up in massive toxic dumps while cars that should have lasted decades are scrapped in a few years. There won’t be any second hand sales either – the old ones will cost as much to fix as just buying a new one.

And what will you charge them with on a windless night?

If the lunacy persists, my ideas for a land yacht backed by a steam engine might make me the next Henry Ford. On a reasonably breezy day you can start it moving using the sails while you wait for the steam boiler to reach operating pressure. Just needs wood and water, and it’ll use a lot less of those things than ‘green’ Drax power station.

There is so much more, but I’ll just add the current influx of illegal immigration – yes, they are illegal. They are not fleeing war-torn France, are they? They have apparently walked from Africa, all across ‘war-torn’ Europe and scrounged a dinghy to cross to the UK. On the way they picked up fully charged cell phones, clean clothes and a smart haircut. Oh and they were so brave they left their wives and children to deal with the ‘war’ they ran away from.

If I tried that trip I’d be a hairy stinking skeleton by the end of it. Wouldn’t you?

They are not refugees. They are being well fed and cared for and causing nothing but trouble. So why is our government importing so many of them and refusing to send any back?

Well, the food shortage looms, we are being told we should eat human flesh and healthy fit flesh would be far better than stringy old Grandad, burial of bodies harms the environment, and there’s the nonviable ‘lab meat’ cover for…

I’ll leave it to your imagination.

Pleasant dreams.