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.
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…
Well, we have rocketing food prices, insane fuel prices, impending shortages of everything and now we’re told we are short of water.
Rubbish. This is the UK. Water drops out of the sky most days of the year. And we’re surrounded by it so a few desalination plants and we’d have an inexhaustible supply. Of course that’s far too logical for any government to ever implement.
To be fair, the desalination plants aren’t necessary. As I said, water drops out of the sky for free for most of the year. Water shortages are uncommon here, the last serious one I remember was 1976 when we were told to re-use bathwater and there were standpipes in the streets for water rationing in some towns. In 1976 we had two months of dry weather to get to that point. This year, it took two days.
Two dry days should have passed unnoticed. They didn’t. We have the Madscream Media telling us the world is about to become as dessicated as a raisin and showing us pictures of a yellowed landscape.
It’s harvest time. You know how you can tell when a crop is ready for harvest? It turns yellow. When it’s harvested, the stubble left behind is… yellow. The Telegraph even showed a photo of a yellowed field in which the baled straw was still perfectly visible. Bales of straw that look like this.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to put up a Coldplay video. I have not sunk to inflicting such levels of torture on you.
See, when you harvest grain for sale, the buyer wants a certain maximum level of moisture content. If the grain is too wet, you have to run grain dryers for days, sometimes many days, and that costs a lot of money. Especially with the current insane energy prices. So you want to harvest it when it’s dry.
Well, there’s heavy rain and thunderstorms forecast for next week so this week, harvesting has been frantic. On every farm in the country. This has resulted in an awful lot of yellow fields appearing all at once and the Church of Climatology has made considerable propaganda out of it. Sure, large parts of the UK, especially the eastern side, looks like it’s dry as a crisp in satellite images but when all the farms harvest at once, that’s inevitable. Zoom in on those photos and you’ll see the yellow patches resolve into discrete fields with green bits in between. Under those yellow fields the soil is not dessicated.
We are not short of water. We are short of sensible water policies. Water companies are losing millions of gallons a day through leaky transport pipes and their only solution is to raise prices so their customers pay for their wasteful incompetence. There’s plenty of water, if only the infrastructure had been examined and updated at least once since Queen Victoria’s day.
Another anomaly is the hosepipe ban. I’ve never seen a hosepipe ban since I moved to Scotland. The nearest I saw was in the really good summer in the early 2000s, when Scottish Water sent a letter asking if we wouldn’t mind avoiding hosepipe use unless it was actually necessary. That was once, and it wasn’t a ban, just a ‘we’d rather you didn’t if you don’t mind’ letter.
Further south, hosepipe bans happened every few years when the summers were actually warm. They were announced as ‘don’t use hosepipes from now until we say so’. This year it’s ‘we’re going to impose a hosepipe ban at some specific date in a few weeks time’. Which only makes sense if you don your tinfoil hat.
So, tinfoil hats on, everyone. Are you ready? Here we go.
We have been forecast thunderstorms for weeks. They didn’t happen. It rained but no storms. The forecast is for storms next week, all over the country, all at once. So farms are harvesting at a manic pace all over the country. So there are many fields of yellow stubble, all at once. They appear every year, just not usually all in the same week. These yellow fields are being claimed to be proof of drought by idiots who have never set foot outside the concrete jungles they inhabit.
Announcing a hosepipe ban in advance can have only one result. Every bugger is out washing their car and watering their garden every day until it takes effect. Just as with the rumours of arsepaper shortage, petrol shortage, etc, the prediction fulfils itself.
There is no shortage until you force it to happen.
It’s being pushed hard because the dry spell isn’t going to last long, and they’ll need to switch to ‘Climate Change Floods’ (due to blocked and badly maintained drains) very quickly. You’d be amazed just how fast the general population will forget that they were in the middle of a deadly drought yesterday and they need to build an Ark today.
Remember that game of ‘dihydrogen monoxide’? It’s in everything! There were a very few who fell for it and were genuinely scared. This is the same game but on a much bigger scale.
This time, the first response will be ‘Who the hell drinks rainwater? I get mine from the tap’. Eventually the realisation will spread that tap water comes from reservoirs and what refills the reservoirs? It’s there, in their heads, but they won’t see it yet.
No rain, reservoir levels drop. So the reservoirs that supply their tap water are refilled by… rain. Which they have now been told is poisonous. So they dare not drink tap water either.
Cue the bottled water merchants. ‘Oh this is safe, it’s bottled water’. It’s the same water as they get from the taps but it’s safe because it’s in a bottle. Think people won’t fall for it? Try the ‘nicotine in tobacco is deadly but nicotine in patches and gum is perfectly safe’ game. That one worked a treat, didn’t it? It’ll be the same game but with water.
So now you dare not drink tap water and absolutely will never touch stream or rain water so your only source of water is commercial bottled water. Which is, of course, definitely not free. It’s the same water but you are totally dependent on the bottled supply. Can’t afford it? Social credit score too low to let you buy it? Well then you die of dehydration. Comply or die.
I would have been concerned about the report on ‘poison rain’ if it hadn’t appeared at the same time that Mad Hancock was expressing concern over a two day ‘drought’ and the MSM were selling pictures of the annual harvest as dessicated fields of dead grass. In this context I can only dismiss the ‘poison rain’ as all part of the general bollocks pushed by the Church of Climatology and if the forecast heavy rain really does arrive next week, I will expect to see ‘climate change is flooding us all’ being hyped as if the mythical drought never happened.
If you are dependent on anyone else for water, you are under absolute control. Don’t fall for it.
And I must have been very, very wicked. I’m going to be working on books all through November. In addition to the Christmas anthology I have at least four other books in the line (my own will have to wait for December) plus an update to one of Mark Ellott’s – although he has taken care of the new cover which does take a lot of work out of my hands. His neice has been making his covers and she’s really very good at it.
Even so, it’s impossible to avoid the madness in the world today. The Covid game is crumbling, people who have accepted three jabs and still caught it anyway are now being told they need a fourth. I have received an invite, well, more of a summons, to go for a booster shot. I don’t know what it’s supposed to boost since I haven’t had the first one yet.
If they knew me at all, which they don’t since they don’t see me unless I’m at Death’s door, they’d know that sending me an ‘appointment’ with time and date, an option to phone up and change it but no option to say ‘no thanks’, will only end one way. I’ve ignored it. I will not be phoning in and I will not be summoned by some medical despot who thinks they can just boss me around. If they turn up here to stick things in me, I have a collection of things to stick in them in return. Some of which can be applied from quite a distance away.
I really can’t fathom how they have persuaded people to take three shots of some experimental potion within a year, and then, when they still catch the thing it’s meant to protect them against, the answer is to squirt more of it in. How many times will it take before people start to wonder if this stuff is doing anything useful at all?
Side effects are becoming clearer by the day. Oh they deny them, Dr. ‘Haw Haw’ Hillary on TV pretends everything is fine and rosy while young people drop with heart problems and blood clots. Well, it was a blood clot that killed my father. Long before vaccines, nothing to do with that – but if I’ve inherited a genetic predisposition to blood clots I am not taking anything that could increase that risk.
That’s just my opinion, of course. Anyone who wants the stuff can get it. I’m not taking it.
Well, but doesn’t that mean I’m going to be excluded from society? No nightclubs or football grounds for me – and soon no public transport of any kind either?
Pah. The smoking ban excluded me from society over a decade ago. I haven’t been in a night club in 40 years, have no interest in football, and really don’t like to be in crowded places. Public transport? Out here there isn’t any. I’ve been eligible for a free bus pass for over a year and haven’t bothered applying. Because there are two buses a day here, one at about 6 am and one coming back about 6 pm. Not, you might say, particularly convenient. So I can have a free bus pass, but can I have a bus? Ah… no.
Australia, especially Victoria under the iron fist of Kim Jong Dan, is now refusing to allow the unvaccinated to even claim unemployment benefits. Rather like the UK’s NHS – you pay in or they arrest you, but try to claim the service you’ve paid for and you won’t get it. Government policy based on the business model of the Kray twins there.
It gets worse. The UK government are setting up to criminalise the words I have written above. Any deviation from their narrative and you’ll go to jail for two years. For disagreeing.
All the restrictions on the unvaxxed are irrelevant. You might think, with your perforated arm, that you can be smug and look down on those of us who refuse to play this silly game. There are more shots coming – miss one and you’re back to the ranks of the unvaxxed. You might be twenty shots in but the moment you say ‘no more’ you’re one of us again. You get on this train, there’s no getting off. It doesn’t stop anywhere. The only way out is to get thrown onto the tracks at full speed.
Let’s say that, as unvaxxed, I have to walk everywhere and forage for berries and insects to survive. You think it’s going to be better if you take the shots? Then you haven’t been paying attention to the progression from Covid to the Church of the Green God.
‘You will own nothing and be happy’. They really mean it, you know. It’s not just words.
You will not be driving an electric car. Nobody will. You might get the first one but when the battery dies, it has a trade in value of zero. You have nothing to use as a trade in and will likely be charged for disposal of the highly toxic and potentially explosive battery. Or you can buy a new battery for much more than the car will be worth by then.
You will not have public transport because you will have no business going anywhere. You walk to work or work from home.
You will eat synthetic meat and mashed insects. Hunting your own food will be illegal, even picking a blackberry will be seen as stealing because you don’t own any land. The billionaires own it all.
You have no money. It’s just numbers on a screen and you will buy what your masters approve of, no more. Step out of line and your numbers are deleted. Eventually, your food will be delivered based on what your masters deem are your requirements.
There is a hope that this will fail, of course. The house of cards around Covid is trembling and I think it will fall. So it’s time to ramp up the climate fear. Again.
This time, there is a problem. It has become clear to many, many people that the government and media are lying to us and have been for some time. Trust in government, media, medics, police, even science, is collapsing. People are getting very, very angry.
So these people who are villified for driving a Nissan Micra and buying an occasional burger while mumbling through a mask are now treated to the sight of COP26. Hundreds of private jets, the posh gits all feasting on fancy food and patting each other on the backs, unmasked, 85-car motorcades, cars lining the streets of Glasgow with their engines running so those ‘important people’ can be ferried around in comfort and safety… and none of them need worry about the vaccine passport rules imposed on the rest of Scotland.
Well sure, a lot of people have nothing now. Do you really think they are happy?
Are they happy to hear Jeff Bezos declare that his little jolly into space made him realise how fragile the planet is? This wasn’t a mission to discover anything. It didn’t advance scientific knowledge one iota. It was a dick in a dick-shaped rocket pumping out CO2 so he could literally look down on us all. It acheived nothing more. It demonstrated that the rich can go into space for a look around, while the rest of us won’t be allowed to go into the local pub unless we obey their commands.
Boris told us that the world is going to fry if we don’t give up everything and live as 13rth century peasants. Well, ‘we’ doesn’t include him and his ilk, naturally. He’s getting a priivate jet from Glasgow to London rather than mix with the hoi polloi.
And of course let’s not pass over Jug-ears himself, the Prince who has people to dress him in the morning. He’ll be Charles III before too long and he is quite clearly determined to end the monarchy just like Charles I, and for the same reasons. The mood in the country – in the world – suggests he’s going to meet the same ending as his predecessor. This time there is unlikely to be a Restoration. This time is the proverbial ‘it’.
These people have really misjudged the mood of the people. We are mightily pissed off. For reasons too numerous to list – but the sight of the rich twats at COP26 telling us how we little people must suffer so they can continue living the high life might be the lit match in the boiling fat that’s been coming for some time.
‘You will have nothing and you will be happy’ they say. They are missing the point. They have failed, in their caviar-driven limousines, to see what they are really imposing on us all.
There is a theory, not entirely without merit, that humanity has reached impressive levels of technology in the distant past and then lost it all and regressed to pretty much caveman status. The big issue with this idea is – where did it go? Why are there few, if any artefacts of that past civilisation? Where are the books, the buildings… the statues?
The idea that they destroyed it all themselves before falling back to a primitive state has always been the source of ridicule. Why would they do that? What possible motivation did they have for abandoning the pyramids, including the buried ones in other parts of the world? Why was Gobleki Tepe deliberately buried? Did the hunter gatherers of the time suddenly develop extensive stonemasonry skills, or was it the other way around?
Civilisations have risen and fallen throughout currently recorded history. Many have conquered the known world of the time, only to lose it and fade into obscurity. You don’t see a lot of Byzantians or Romans around these days. So many great civilisations, fallen into dust, in just our short record of human history.
Every one of those past civilisations believed they would last forever. None of them did. So why do we believe ours will be the ‘special one’? Because all the old ones did. It’s human nature. And yet every civilisation falls in the end. They become complacent. They become tolerant. They become weak.
This time feels different. It’s not just like the fall of Rome, it’s global. The whole shitshow is falling all at once. They are smashing their statues, renaming their past, destroying their history. Burying their monuments and closing down their civilisation. They have nothing to replace it with.
Most of modern knowledge is in digital form. What if it was in that form in the past too? Paper books will rot away anyway, but digital? How can that be lost?
Who has a BBC computer with a Cumana disk drive and Cub monitor? (hint: me). 5.25-inch floppy disks. The bee’s knees 40 years ago, hardly anyone would know what they are now. How about cassette or even VHS tapes? Betamax? Laser disk? 3.5-inch disks? All gone, a whole generation has no idea what those things are and yet none of them existed when I was a teenager. CDs. Invented and gone. DVDs losing out to streaming. Vinyl, tapes and CD music… are there many households still using them? (hint: there’s one, it’s me)
What will future archaeologists make of CDs? Some kind of decorative mandala perhaps? They will have no means to play them so they are likely to assume them simple jewellery items made by primitives. With that in mind, look at what they consider ancient jewellery now.
People now store information, documents, photos, in ‘the cloud’. When the power source fails it’s all gone. No need for mass burnings and destruction. Flick a switch, all traces vanish. Nothing for a future archaeologist to find other than some mysterious boxes with wires and disks inside. Well, those that haven’t rusted into dust, if any. There might be an Antikythera mechanism still around.
Will they be able to figure out how to read them? We have 8-inch disks and reels of computer tapes from the past we cannot access now, and we are talking much less than a century. I personally have files in WordStar on 3.5-inch disks that no modern computer will accept, much less read. I’ve already burned a lot of them, they are of no use now.
I have lost whole years of digital photographs while my mother has traditional film and print photographs from before I was born. Digital is so very easy to erase. One solar flare and this world is lost. The paper photos will last a few hundred years but not much longer.
What if it was like that before? An information storage system we cannot access because we have no idea how it worked, nor even that it existed? We have lost so many of our own information systems in a few decades, how can we hope to guess how the builders of Gobleki Tepe stored theirs?
Oh sure, we can say ‘but they were primitive people’ and pretend it’s not simple arrogance. Those ‘primitive people’ built enormous pyramids with geographical precision in a way we ‘advanced’ people can neither replicate nor understand. The temples of the Incas were built on top of stones that were laid in a way far more advanced than they were able to replicate. Even so, we cannot even replicate the Inca methods of building now. Can we be really sure we know all there is to know about those ancient people?
There are many theories as to how, why and when the pyramids and other structures in Egypt and all over the world were built. Not one of them stands up to scrutiny. They were not tombs, that is now clear. They would have taken a very long time and a hell of a lot of work to build, so they must have been important. For what? We might never know.
Gobekli Tepe is an intricate structure with many carvings, some of which are echoed on other ancient monuments. The ‘handbag’ image is particularly interesting in this regard. What is it? I have no idea. And neither does anyone else, including those who have spent their lives studying this stuff. Maybe the 3.5-inch disk will gain similar notoriety in ten thousand years. Already it’s hailed by the young as a 3D print of the ‘save’ icon. Its real purpose has already been forgotten.
Many times, including in recent memory, we have not just forgotten our past, we have actively deleted it. Iraq pulled down Saddam Hussein’s statue. How many of the under-20s even know who he was? When the Soviet Union collapsed, many statues of Stalin fell. Germany refuses to allow any mention of Hitler and model planes of the second world war have no swastika decals for the tailplane. Every second world war plane of the Luftwaffe had that insignia. It’s history. Deleted. They have deleted the past, so future generations are doomed to do it all again.
Now we are in the process of deleting all of it at once. All power generation failing due to an imagined apocalypse that has been ten years away since at least the 1950s. All food production to be deleted because ‘why do you need farms when you can just buy it in a supermarket?’ I am not kidding, that is a genuine argument.
The world has gone insane. Except in parts of Africa, that reservoir of humanity that still lives in the old ways and is ready to repopulate the world once this all falls to the ground. They will once again meet neanderthals, the residue of the white race in the northern lands and it will all start again. Different technology, most likely. Maybe it will work out next time, or the time after that.
It is not inevitable. People could still come to their senses and see they are heading back to massive starvation and a residual hunter-gatherer life. They could still avoid it, although the signs are not good. They seem to want that ending, they want to go back to primitive life but they want someone else to pay for it. They are going to be unhappy to find that that is not how it works. They have brought their own destruction on themselves.
I have lately written about a character called Moros. This character is not fiction, it’s mythology. The difference is that fiction is entirely made up, like my dishwasher goblins or the genie in a beer can story. Mythology is often based on a fictionalised remembrance of something in the past. A story passed down like a Chinese whisper, embellished and sensationalised on the way.
Moros is a character in Greek mythology. He does not kill you, he drives you to destroy yourselves. In this modern world he might have accumulated enough wealth to simply pay you to destroy yourselves while taking no part himself. He might even use a twist on his name.
I know, I know, take out shares in tinfoil companies but do you really think the human world isn’t in a super-self-destructive mode? Do you believe history is not being rewritten and deleted before your eyes? Do you have to wait until the Empire State Building is felled and buried?
There is much talk of ‘people will rise up’ but you know they won’t. They never have. So many believe in the indestructibility of their way of life and consider history ‘the past’. The Fall of Rome. the destruction of the Library, the collapse of the Pharoahs, it’s history, it can’t happen again. Even though it has happened every time before.
The ones who take over think it can never happen to them too. It always does.
Then you get the global one. The ultimate deletion. The one that wipes out everything right down to knowing how to grow plants. As in Seattle’s ‘death zone’ now. Not one of them will survive a reset but that is what they want.
I think the reset is coming. I also think it will not be what those who demand it expect it to be.
I’m a bit out of sorts. My sleeping pattern is all over the place. I’m either sleeping far too long and then being woozy all day or sleeping far too little and then being tired all day. It’s hard to concentrate on anything. Tonight I’ll try for an early night – last night was a short sleep so I’m pretty knackered, but I’m forcing myself to stay awake for another hour or so to try to get into a reasonable pattern again.
The novel prices at Leg Iron Books were supposed to go back up on Wednesday night but my concentration was so poor I decided to delay to the weekend. I’d just end up clicking the wrong thing and making a balls of it, so the low price hunters will have a couple more days.
It’s not helped by the absolute confusion in the world today. People pulling down random statues on the pretext of ‘slavery’ even though they are also pulling down those of people who had nothing to do with slavery – and indeed some who were actual abolitionists who spent decades working to end it. They don’t care. It’s just destruction they want.
It made me realise I had inadvertently followed part of Orwell’s 1984 blueprint in Panoptica. Of course, the main character won’t understand history because he’s never been taught any. Never been taught that there was a time before him nor that there will be a time after him. There is no ‘history’ in his world. Influenced by Orwell? Very likely. I have read that book a few times.
Unlike Winston Smith, 10538 has absolutely no concept of history – nor of a lot of other things. It’s beyond 1984, the transformation is complete. More of that later.
I have seen claims that George Floyd is still alive, that the whole thing was a setup. I have seen claims that he actually died three years ago and a lookalike was used in this alleged setup. Even a claim that ‘George’ was one of those dummies used for practicing respiratory recovery techniques. None of this seems likely but these days, you just never know.
I would rule out the ‘dummy’ since he was talking. Unless the cop was a ventriloquist, which I’d also put firmly well down the ‘likely’ scale. I can’t honestly rule out the other two except to say they are so contradictory that it’s all just starting to sound like a good time to buy shares in tinfoil. Next I expect to hear it all took place in a Hollywood studio and none of it was real. Heck, if they can say that about the moon landings…
There are some very odd things about that scenario but at this time I still believe that a cop with a long history of getting away with violence killed George Floyd – whether deliberately or not, I think the cop killed him.
Then there is the whole Siege of Seattle. Reports that businesses are forced to pay protection money are denied by the businesses themselves and countered with ‘well of course they say that, they’re being threatened.’ Which is true? How can you tell? I doubt we’ll know until this is over.
There are reports that it’s all fine and rosy in there, and reports that warlords are now engaged in turf wars and handing out the kind of summary justice that started this whole thing. There was one report that someone called the police after getting a kicking from one of the self-appointed ‘Freedom Police’, only to be told ‘It’s not our jurisdiction now’. I only saw that once, no idea if it’s true.
It does amuse me that the first thing they did was set up a hard border and put armed guards along it. They are even building a rudimentary wall. Isn’t that exactly the sort of thing they are protesting against? They have self-appointed police who allegedly deal out violent on-the-spot beatings to anyone who doesn’t do as they are told. I thought they were protesting against that too.
They soon ran out of food and put out a plea for someone to send in some vegan food. Has to be vegan, no matter whether their members are all vegan or not. I wonder how many now understand the concept of lifestyle control, and who are now not too happy to have it applied to them?
Communism can work on a very small scale. A commune comprised entirely of people who want that lifestyle can work. Imposing it on a wider population can never work. It will always lead to violent imposition of the ideals on those who don’t want to live that way, and the extermination of anyone who opposes it. Every time.
And so the tiny independent state within Seattle will fragment. It’s too big to work as a commune. It has nowhere to grow food. They did try making a ‘farm’ which will produce enough salad for one meal for maybe half a dozen people in about a month. Assuming they know how to deal with slugs, whitefly, fungus and all sorts of other things.
They have no power generation. They don’t seem to realise that unpaid electricity bills result in termination of service. Water and sewerage are under the control of the actual city, they have none of their own. No infrastructure, no economy, nothing.
Yet they have declared themselves independent of the USA. Which means the USA can now simply seal them off and demand they produce passports if they want to leave. Which, of course, they don’t have.
On the other hand, it’s similar to the sort of thing every libertarian dreams of, where ‘my home is my castle’ becomes a reality. However, even libertarians recognise that they will need heating, lighting, water, sewage etc and they don’t want to do all that themselves so they won’t go into total isolation. They would also need a common currency for trading.
If I could afford to buy this place I could potentially do it, but I’d be working all the time to grow food, cut wood for heating, grow more wood for future heating, undertake repairs myself, hunt down a rabbit or two for dinner… I would be working dawn to dusk just to survive. Totally off-grid can be done but it’s a daunting task. I have solar chargers that can run my phone and a small laptop for a short while but I’d still have to pay an ISP for internet access. Unless I cut myself off from the modern world entirely I would need at least a small income.
Water and sewerage are already sorted, water is from a well and sewerage is a septic tank. However, I still need annual replacement of water filters and UV and the septic tank has to be pumped out every few years. Unless I want to boil every last drop of water before use and take my chances on the dissolved minerals. Oh, and dig holes in the woods to shit in. That has no appeal, especially in winter.
So, if I was going to go for total independence I would need to plan it all very carefully indeed. I’m way too old to live the life of a Mediaeval peasant, I would want access to infrastructure and that will mean paying for it. I don’t make much use of the NHS but maybe in ten years I’ll need them a lot more. I’ve never had to call the police and to be honest, it would be a bit pointless out here. Even if they came at once with a champion rally driver behind the wheel it would take at least 20 minutes. Still, nice to know they are there. If I was lucky, the annual police patrol would be passing by at the time.
Cutting yourself off from all infrastructure at the drop of a hat with no real plan beyond ‘anarchy, man’ can only end in disaster. The Seattle protestors hadn’t even considered a food supply longer than a day or two. They have also not considered that a hard border can be sealed from either side. They have no coast, no farmlands, no independent power supply, no means of getting fuel. The middle of a city was not the best place to do this.
I don’t, at this moment, know if it’s going well or badly for them but my bet is that if it’s not going badly now, it will be in a very few days. Their attempt at an independent food supply is tiny and will not be ready for weeks. That’s if the whole range of crop pests doesn’t descend on them in the meantime.
Their ‘police’ are basically warlords and will soon develop a feudal system where the serfs find the food and the lords rake in the proceeds. It’s going to be Mad Max in there by next week, if not before. They are also not a united force, there will be turf wars. I hear this has already started but it’s like getting a reliable news report from North Korea at the moment. It depends which news outlet you read and I don’t think there is an unbiased one left.
Today I saw Piers Morgan telling everyone to calm down. Yes, that Piers Morgan. If you look up ‘mindless blind-panic hysteria’ in the dictionary, it just says ‘Piers Morgan’. He’s telling everyone to calm down.
That’s it. I really need to sleep now. As long as the discordant thoughts can be settled for long enough. I hope some of that makes sense to somebody.
Kafka could not have written this reality. Even he would shake his head in confusion at this.
Boris is still reciting his mantra of ‘you can visit family as long as you only meet in the garden and stay six feet apart and you can’t use the toilet in the house’ while thousands of protestors mob city centres all over the world. From the 15th June we are all to wear masks on public transport, which won’t affect me at all since we don’t have any of that around here. It will have no meaningful effect on anyone else either. Meanwhile tens of thousands have travelled all over the country to attend protests, pick up a viral souvenir and take it home.
In Scotland, the Chief Goblin of the Spiteful Nannying Party has declared we can’t travel more than five miles. Well, sod that. A five mile radius around me is farms and fields, the nearest supermarket is 15 miles, even the nearest pharmacy is 7 miles and the doctor’s surgery is another five miles further on. A five mile radius might get you everything you want in Glasgow or Edinburgh but out here it gets you farms and fields.
Boris has a new trick too. He wants to boost the Green God’s new Church of Climatology. Well, Boris, it is now the sixth of June. Two weeks to midsummer’s day. It is currently 7 degC outside and in the daytime tomorrow it is forecast to reach the giddy heights of 12 degC. This, you tousle-haired arse impressionist, is not warming. Twenty years ago I’d have had every window open by now.
I thought Boris or at least his carer, Demonic Cummings, had some sense. This new obeisance to the Green God has blown that out of the water. The sun is dimming, it’s at the bottom of three cycles at the same time. It’s getting colder. Shutting down your power stations and replacing them with shiny suncatchers and spinning lawn ornaments is exactly the wrong thing to do now. You want to cut emissions without killing large swathes of the population? Nuclear is the way. Lots of small plants rather than a few big ones. Small ones have less risk of meltdown and if one does go wrong, it wouldn’t contaminate the entire country and while it’s closed, the rest of the stations can take up the slack.
Chopping down every CO2-absorbing tree and replacing them with concrete and steel and fibreglass blades and toxic waste is suicide. You won’t be able to power anything at all on a windless night.
Then there is the alleged vaccine for the new Flu Manchu. Well, scientists are concerned…
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Scientists are worried that the virus might disappear before they have a vaccine for it. This, apparently, is bad news. Really. It’s only bad news if you were expecting to make a fortune from a vaccine that nobody now needs. It’s also bad news for those who delight in ultimate control of the population (yes, Wee Nippy, I’m looking at you). For the rest of us, it’s good news.
Flu Manchu is dying, but the restrictions are increasing. The rioting over a career criminal being killed by a dirty cop is on the wane. Only the daftest of the Woke are now kneeling, their replacement displacement activity from clapping on their doorsteps, and it’s time for something new.
Or, perhaps, the resurgence of an already established fearmongering scam.
Yes, we are back to the imaginary ‘global warming’. It’ll do, until the Chinese release another virus.
There used to be a rather fine online magazine (I believe the term is ‘e-zine’) by that name. I had a few stories published in it. It’s sadly long gone now but I republished the stories, with credit, in ‘Fears of the Old and the New’.
Now we have the real asylum right here, almost planet-wide. I hear there are plans to reopen swimming pools, limit how many can be in there at any given time and close them periodically for disinfection. Disinfecting the highest-chlorine environment you are ever likely to find yourself in. This is where we are now. I bet they’ll use bleach.
A scientist called Ferguson, the man behind lockdown, the man who has made multiple doomsday predictions based on mathematical models, none of which have ever been even close to reality, has resigned. He was caught bonking another man’s wife while ignoring the lockdown and social distancing rules he was responsible for imposing on the rest of us.
Well. Maybe they did social distancing sex. He could have had a dildo on a stick and she could have had one of those things for reaching cans on high shelves. Considering the current level of insanity in the world today, I would not be shocked by that nor even surprised.
There have been many out in support of him, mostly those who want a Green world with most of us dead, because his bit on the side is a big supporter of mass death and economic ruin, as promised by the Greens. They say he ‘just made a little mistake’. How do you make a ‘little mistake’ about strict rules when you’re the one who invented the rules? It’s not a mistake. It’s imposing rules on the little people while refusing to accept them yourself.
Dickie Burger, MP for somewhere, is repeatedly declaring on Twitter that the UK has the worst figures for coronavirus deaths in the EU. The UK is including deaths at home and deaths in those care homes for the elderly, God’s waiting rooms. Other EU countries are not. I have seen suggestions that if they did, France and Spain at least would have to double their numbers. We cannot know how well any country tackled this until it’s over.
Sweden looks bad, but they didn’t have lockdown. They got it over with and their infection rate is now declining. There is going to be a surge in cases in other countries when lockdown ends, yes, but that will happen whether lockdown lasts another week or another year. I rather suspect that, in the end, every country will have lost the same percentage of their population to this virus. Some just delayed it. I really don’t think any country will ultimately avoid it.
Piers ‘Toddler Tantrum’ Morgan has tested negative for coronavirus. Yes, the same Tantrum who shrieked about MPs and celebs getting tests when NHS workers weren’t. He got one, it was negative and he’s back to shrieking ‘the sky is falling’ and it’s all the government’s fault.
What does he want them to do? Ban the virus? Successive governments have failed to stop boatloads of illegal immigrants crossing the Channel, and those are easily visible. How does he expect them to stop something so small you can’t see it with a microscope?
‘We should have locked down sooner’. Well, look around. People are sick of lockdown. People are starving, people have no income at all, people are getting into serious debt and the economy is falling apart. Imagine if the government had locked down sooner, long before the virus looked anything like a threat. There would be rioting and looting by now. Lockdown has a finite, and short, limit. It has only one purpose – to give the health service time to stock up on extra capacity. That has been achieved and now the press is moaning about empty hospital beds.
Some emergency hospitals are being dismantled. Big mistake. You have to end lockdown at some point and then there will be a surge in cases. No matter when you do it. Then the press will shriek about dismantling empty hospitals. We already know this virus can lurk in animal reservoirs. It’s not going away. Deal with it now or deal with it later, you’re going to have to deal with it sometime.
In other news, Musky Elon has apparently named his son X Ӕ A-12. Presumably he is now marketing a computer motherboard called Trevor. Hey, it’s an easy mistake to make. Well, Panoptica has numbers for people rather than names and an old story, ‘One Stop After Marchway’ had names based on formulae so maybe he’s just accepted my predictions. I still think he has set his son up for patricide though. He seems to have a long term death wish, that guy.
David Icke, the most entertaining loony on the planet, has now been banned from all social media for spreading ‘misinformation’ about the Flu Manchu. Come on. Sure he has followers aplenty but does anyone take all of his stuff seriously? He does hit the mark now and then but he always spoils it by going too far.
I mean, giant geckos running the planet? I was on board with his ‘secret elite’ stuff but lizard faces are not suited to human masks. No human nose could contain that snout, not even Barry Manilow’s. Then there’s the whole ‘Saturn used to be the Sun’ thing. That would require a shift in astrophysics that no life on Earth could have survived, much less be a part of human history.
Still I do like Mr. Icke. I know he really believes in the weirdness he spouts and as I said, he does sometimes hit on some real stuff. I know he has a lot wrong but he does get some things right and it’s worth picking out the good bits from the dross. He’s everyone’s crazy uncle, the one who tells great stories but you only believe every other word. Would you really ban that uncle?
Apparently he has claimed the whole coronavirus thing is fake. It’s not. The virus is real enough and if you’re in good health it can range from a cold to one hell of a shithouse of the flu. If you’re in poor health it can kill you. So can flu. This new one can hit internal organs too, but it seems nicotine is one of the things that blocks it. Surprisingly (not) there has been much poo-poohing of this, but it does work.
However, it has certainly been used to terrify people into accepting total control over their lives. With considerable success. Many people want a lockdown until there is a vaccine. There will never be one. It’s a single strand of RNA in a lipid/protein coat, no matter what the vaccine sellers tell you it will mutate like a bastard. It is inherently unstable. There is no vaccine for the common cold and no truly effective vaccine against flu because they are the same class of viruses. Lockdown until there is a vaccine means lockdown forever.
The UK media is reporting all deaths from this virus, including deaths of people who were never tested for it. The UK media is reporting nothing on recoveries. The actual kill rate of this thing is less than 1% and will go lower. If we had a reliable antiobody test, we’d know exactly what the recovery rate was, but we don’t. It has been here since October at least, deaths were recorded as flu even though they tested negative for flu. Most of us have been exposed. We are now very likely to be in the second wave.
Extending lockdown merely delays the inevitable now. It’s going to spread. It’s just waiting and it can wait a long time, in its animal reservoirs and asymptomatic carriers. All we are doing now is killing ourselves so the virus doesn’t have to.
Maybe this experience will give the human race its sanity back. Or maybe we are the Failed Men that Brian Aldiss wrote about.
I knew I’d lost a story somewhere in all the confusion. I had lost two from Marsha Webb. Those are now edited and returned and contracts, then payments, won’t be long now. I hope to have it assembled for Beltane, it’s not much time but until I can at least get the part to fix my car, I’m going nowhere anyway.
The book, thanks to Longrider, will be titled Tales from Loch Doon. This is a quick mockup of a cover using one of my photos of Loch Ness.
I’ll mess around with the lighting and I’m not entirely happy with the font there. Still, the basic image works, I think. Roo B. Doo will be first in the editor list since she did, by far, most of the work while I was dealing with life. Life. Don’t talk to me about life. Loathe it or hate it, you can’t ignore it.
The book will have 14 stories from 9 authors, unless I missed someone else. If you still don’t have edits back, please let me know. Check your spam cupboard for a Leg Iron Books email.
Okay, that’s the book stuff. Tinfoil hats ready? Here we go.
Is 5G really dangerous?
I don’t know. Ask Vanessa Redgrave. (Okay I can’t get to a post office, possibly for weeks, but if you get that reference I’l email you an eBook of your choice from Leg Iron Books in any format you want)
I have no expertise in microwave radiation at all and frankly, I live where 4G is only available if you stand in the right place and our landline comes through ageing copper wires. I’m not going to have to worry about 5G for a very long time, so I haven’t looked into it all that hard.
It seems to have a short range so you need a lot of towers. That sounds expensive. And ugly. I’ve seen the towers and they aren’t exactly pretty things. I admit I am not keen on this whole ‘internet of things’ idea at all but then I did grow up in a time where only the posh people had a landline phone in the house. It’s all accelerated at a hell of a speed. I remember the invention of cassette tapes, and how we couldn’t afford a Walkman and didn’t feel the need for one. I remember when the CD was a fanciful myth on ‘Tomorrow’s World’ and those are already gone.
So, this new 5G, well, I doubt I really need it and if I stay in this house I’m not likely to get it anyway. I will not install an Alexa listening device in this house and I won’t buy a TV with a camera in it. There’d be no point anyway, the internet out here won’t cope with it. Most of what I do, most of what I send by email, involves text documents. I could do it with an old dial-up modem.
But is 5G dangerous? I don’t know. I admit I am concerned by the lack of any testing and the apparent lack of will to do any testing. I really do think it should be tested, high energy microwaves have the potential to be harmful and if they are going to tell me my smoking and drinking is harming me then they need to prove that their profitable new game is at least less harmful.
Baseline answer: I don’t trust it because of the refusal to run and publish tests, but I have no hard evidence it’s dangerous.
Can 5G create/control a virus?
This is an area where I do have some expertise. You cannot create a virus from electromagnetic radiation and there is no way at all to control a virus. As most of the world is currently finding out.
A virus does not have a brain, nor even the basis of any kind of nervous system. It does not think, it does not reason, it considers nothing, sees nothing, hears nothing, feels nothing. It is not even an entire cell. It’s essentially a cell fragment. Lower in complexity even than archaebacteria. A bit of RNA or DNA enclosed in protein and lipid, with a surface that lets it attach and get into a real cell. It is a parasite. It does nothing but invade cells and replicate itself.
The current bout of Mao Tse Lung seems to affect some ethnic groups more than others. That does not make it racist. It knows nothing of race, it doesn’t even know humans exist. It doesn’t know it infects cells expressing ACE2 protein, it doesn’t know it kills people, it doesn’t know about people at all. It knows nothing at all. It has no means of storing any kind of external information and no means of receiving external information. You can blast Radio 4 at it for eternity, it will not notice.
So aside from the rather obvious observation that even 5G is not a Star Trek replicator and creates nothing, there is no means to control a virus via any kind of waveform because the virus has no means to even detect that waveform. 5G has absolutely nothing to do with any virus of any kind.
Are renewables renewable?
Windmills and solar panels are possibly the worst thing to ever have happened to this planet. Sure, oil spills are bad, but oil is part of the planet. The world can eventually reabsorb it and deal with it. Okay, timescales are longer than human lifetimes but we are ephemeral. Our entire history is such that the planet hasn’t noticed us yet. We really aren’t as important as we like to think we are.
Basically, we are a form of monkey that has developed fancy toys. All made from the planet’s resources and much of it will just be reabsorbed. Like CO2. It really is plant food, you know. Anyone who was taught real biology knows this.
The windmills and solar panels, those ‘green’ things, are causing lakes of toxic waste where the required elements are extracted. Solar panels, once expired, are buried in landfill where they leach out poison into the soil. They cannot be recycled.
Ever wondered how a 60 foot windmill stays up? It’s bolted to several hundred tons of concrete hidden below the soil. Every one of them. Those blocks will be wondered at by archaeologists a thousand years from now, and they will produce complex theories about the fibreglass windmill-blade mass graves they will find all over the planet. None of these things are recyclable and they are going to be in the ground far longer than any other landfill. They won’t rot.
Nuclear power waste will be long gone before the solar panel and windmill waste decays. Future archaeologists will wonder how we powered our world with such inefficlent systems while they power theirs with uranium. Just as ours now wonder how the Incas cut stone so precisely.
Eventually it will all fall apart and the realism that hydro and nuclear are the clean way forward will emerge, but we will never power any kind of long distance transport with those things. Fossil fuel use will reduce but I don’t believe it can ever be utterly dispensed with. Just ask Greenpeace and their diesel powered ships.
We could, of course, go back to putting sails on ships… Greenpeace hasn’t though. Why is that, I wonder?
Is there really a plan to reduce global population?
Yes. There has been for a long time and they really aren’t being subtle about it. Africa – all of it – will be a nature reserve, large areas of other continents will be no go areas for humans, we are to be corralled into economically productive cities and only the elites will travel.
Sounds horrible? It is, but the ones pushing it think it won’t apply to them. Just like the ones who fought for communism in the Soviet Union and China and those who supported Nazism in 1930s Germany. Just like those academics who supported Pol Pot until he had them all exterminated.
Oh you can call it tinhat foilery all you want. You can pretend it won’t apply to you all you want but it is no secret. The UN are quite open about Agenda 21. The delegates at their meetings think it won’t apply to them or their families. Agenda 21 was a ‘conspiracy theory’ but there are now conferences discussing it.
Does anyone want to destroy society as we know it?
You haven’t been paying attention, have you? The ecoloons want to drive us back to mediaeval times. No industry, no nothing, you will be caking your straw hut in cow shit and eating raw turnips to save a planet that has not noticed you exist. This is genuinely what they want and once again, they don’t think it will apply to them. They think they will film it all on iPhones and upload it to TikTok. Sorry guys, neither of those things will exist. You’ll be up at 4 am to chase badgers off your turnip fields and pick slugs off your lettuce just like everyone else. Unless, of course, you are executed for wrongthink.
You don’t need to look at the tinfoil hat brigade. There are no aliens coming to poke your bum, no reptiles coming to eat your children. That’s not even needed.
Look at what they are telling you openly. They are not kidding.
I don’t know the source of the quote, I only know it from a very-long-ago reading of this book. Blimey, a new copy is expensive! I hope mine is still in a box somewhere here. It could be, I’m something of a packrat with books.
It seems so appropriate today. The UK government thinks we will all be driving electric cars in ten years. There isn’t enough cobalt on the planet to make enough batteries for the cars needed in the little UK. The batteries gradually die, the car’s range gets shorter and shorter and in just a few years it’s a lawn ornament. New batteries? The old ones can’t currently be recycled and there’s no cobalt left in the ground. What then?
How big a battery do you need for a truck? Or a tank?
You know the best thing about these cars? The drive is permanently coupled to the wheels. There is no neutral. If it stops, it stops dead. No matter where you are or how fast you’re going. If you’re doing 70 mph on a motorwat and it dies you don’t coast into the hard shoulder. You stop as if you hit a wall. That’s going to be fun, especially when the ones coming behind are still going.
We have people proudly advertising their electric building equipment, a small digger that runs for two hours on one charge. A charge that is replenished by running a diesel generator for eight hours. So the diesel engine runs for eight hours instead of two, and that’s good?
To make Scotland green, we have cut down 14 million trees to make room for wind farms while governments claim they want to plant more trees. That’s just Scotland. You can barely see it on a map of the world. The windmill parts are not recyclable, they will, along with all those solar panels, be in landfill in 20 years or so. Leaching extremely toxic waste into the soil that will be growing a future vegan world’s food.
Oh don’t worry about the animals. The vegans want to kill them all to save the planet. So do the ecoloons. The animals must be scratching their heads and wondering who the planet is being saved for.
The Swedish Doom Goblin has been to Bristol to talk about how the planet is burning up… in a country beset by flooding, in the rain, while wearing two coats against the cold. Her parents should have been prosecuted for child abuse long ago but they are being allowed to continue on a massive scale. The only thing Extinction Rebellion achieve, all they have ever achieved and all they will ever achieve, is destruction. They have utterly ruined every single place they have ever visited. In the name of saving it.
Now we have coronavirus. The name is not new, there are many coronaviruses, but in the modern world nobody can remember beyond five minutes ago so there are people wondering how Dettol can claim to kill coronavirus ‘before it existed’. This variant is new. Its biggest danger is not its kill rate, it’s that someone could be spreading it for weeks while showing no symptoms. It will overwhelm medical services and close down supply chains. It doesn’t need to kill more than enough to cause panic. The asymptomatic carriers will increrase exponentially. A million Typhoid Marys. The perfect blind assassin.
Most of all though, what is the Left of politics doing? On the right we have Trump and Boris, both of whom appear to be bumbling clowns but they aren’t. They are very calculating people. Brushing them off, underestimating them, is a big mistake.
The Left, both in the UK and America, are in the process of choosing a new leader. The lineup in both cases looks like the starting gate of the Olympic window licking competition. There is no Tony Blair in the UK or Barack Obama in the US. It’s as if they raided the Shady Rest Home for Weary Minds and put up the most insane candidates they could find. Are they trying to lose? Is this really the best they have?
If there is a God he must surely be reaching for the reset button now and maybe he has already pressed it. Pestilence and Famine are loose upon the world and one look at the Turkey/Greece border will surely have the shadow of War over it. Turkey and Greece have been enemies for a long time, mostly because of Cyprus. So war there would be no surprise. Erdogan is as mad as Hitler was. Opening up a new front with Greece when he already has war with Syria would not surprise me/
Notably absent is the new ‘EU army’ that the EU claims they have command over. Also notably absent is the UN. Greece are members of both but they are being left to deal with this alone.
This level of stupid has appeared and accelerated in only a couple of decades. There is so much more, I could extend this post to whole book levels! Ten years ago there were two genders, I have no idea how many there are now. It’s as if the entire world has gone insane, as if we are being set up to destroy ourselves while thinking we are saving ourselves.