Really scary stuff

We’re looking at our UK based savings following the revelations about Eurozone banks being due to take a Cyprus style ‘Savings Haircut’ on depositor accounts which don’t seem to be idle gossip. HSBC have clamped down on big bank transfers for fear of a ‘run’ on their accounts. Royal Bank of Scotland is 8 billion in the hole. That’s sterling, not dollars by the way. Several Russian banks are in the Ca-ca and preventing depositor withdrawals. Fortunately we use none of these, but there’s a suspicion that despite bail outs, most of the banking sector is in deep, deep trouble. Guess who’s going to end up paying? You’ll need a mirror to find out.. Take your time.

The current UK ‘recovery’ is running on the back of yet another housing led bubble-boom. Which brings me to ask; does nobody learn from History, even recent History, any more? There was the housing boom and bust of the early 1990’s, 2007, and now this time. It truly fits the definition of insanity, making the same old mistakes in the same old ways and expecting different results. Pass the straitjacket matron.

All this bank piracy makes me want to buy a boat and stock up on dry goods before taking an extended trip around the world. Although we’d avoid the Philippines, Suez and East and West Africa all the way south to the Seychelles. Apparently the Pirates down there are using ‘Mother Ships’ to run small groups of raiding craft. None of ’em look like Johnny Depp either.But they look nothing like real pirates Or the recent revelations that the Mexican Government is seizing tourist vessels over seventy buck permits.

From piracy on your hard earned savings to piracy on the high seas and even in tourist marinas, it doesn’t leave you with many options, does it?

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Welcome back Anna

Anna Raccoon is back on the blogroll after being reported missing in inaction due to illness.

Absolutely delighted to see Anna back up and stumbling. Only sorry she trashed her blog layout which now needs rebuilding. I’m sure the magical Interweb wayback machine might be of some assistance here.

Big H/T to Leg Iron at Underdogs bite upwards

Zombie apocalypse

There’s been a meme out there on the jolly old Interweb for some time about the coming Zombie apocalypse. Very soon. In fact that’s probably them at the front door right now, coming to eat what little brains you have. Might be the Avon lady, Jehovah’s witnesses, or the Postman with a special delivery. On the other hand it could be (Dee-DAH-DAAAH!) Zombies. OMG! Keep a double barrelled shotgun loaded with cut shells inside the front door, just on the off chance someone pops by and wants to eat your brains. I actually once met someone who did just this – a hasty retreat was rapidly beaten.
Who ordered the double meat special?
This view of life is reflected in popular movies like World War Z, 28 Days, Sean of the Dead, Warm Bodies etc. As well as a lot of extremely bad teen slasher movies, in which category I include all Zombie, Vampire, Werewolf and other living dead movies, apart from Sean of the Dead, whose saving grace is that it is very funny indeed.

The truth of the matter is that real live Zombies are all around us. The walking dead. The genuine article. Alive, yet not so. People who move, eat, shit and sleep, but whose last attempt at cogent thought fell flat on its face last week before they got out of bed. Some are only part time Zombies, others have it as a full time vocation. When you get used to looking, you’ll be able to spot them just by their shambling, purposeless gait, the mildly fearful vacant look behind the eyes, and dare one say it, their sheer lack of animus. The barely alive, unthinking mass, who exist not by acts of volition but mere instinct. The mob. Yup. Them. The dozy items who don’t look where they are going or think about what they’re doing. Vancouver Island seems to have a plague of them, and they all drive. Their lack of positional awareness is scarier still. You know what? The really scary thing is Zombies are everywhere and look, and often talk, like normal people. Amazing how many Eurozone Politicians suffer from this oddly vacant look. Those that haven’t a near permanent expression of single minded avariciousness, that is.

They’re people whose critical thinking is so non-existent that they believe everything they’re force fed by the lamestream media. They never question their belief systems, just to check. They never suffer from existential doubt or WTF! moments. The deeper questions of life never bother them, such as “Who am I?”, “What is my purpose in life?”, or “Why do I have to take pills that make my snot luminous green?”, or why when it’s supposed to be a record hot year, they’re still having to beat the ice off their undies on the clothes line. All the time repeating the mantra “I hate climate change deniers, they’re dooming the world forever.” While wondering what is causing all the strange bangs and other cold related phenomena. Not to mention that the Southern Hemisphere Winters have been suffering an increased incidence of increased cold events over the past few years.

There is another type of Zombie of course, but a self aware type who don’t go around moaning “Brains, brains.”, they’re the Bill Sticker variant, who range about the earth, moaning; “Brains! Where the fuck is anyone else with any Brains?” Forever seeking sanity in a world where there is apparently little to be found, but that’s my problem.

The dog returns to his vomit

Well, like a Zombie from the nethermost pits of hell, and for better or worse, Bill Sticker is making another comeback. Why? Oh I don’t know. I suppose there are things that need saying. Piss that needs taking.

Piss that needs taking? I hear my single weekly reader ask. Well actually yes. Out of the whole smoke and mirrors media raft of obfuscations. Oh, I’m not sure if what I know is the absolute Truth with a capital T, I’ll leave that to the readers of Fortean Times and David Icke. I’ll base what I think I know on real life observation. Things as they are, not what some well funded think tanks full of bien pensants, or tinfoil hat wearing eccentric would have everyone believe. In what it is hoped will be an amusing fashion.

The current gift that keeps on giving is one of those expeditions to ‘prove’ there really is such a thing as man made global warming. At the height of the Southern Hemisphere’s Summer, a boatload of ‘climate activists’ went on a trip – and got stuck in the ice. Then they were rescued. At great cost by helicopter and icebreaker – and the rescue icebreaker got stuck in the ice. Not just an ordinary ship, but a massive engined, thick plated behemoth of an Antarctic icebreaker, the Xue Long. When an Australian ice rated vessel couldn’t get within ten nautical miles. Through the ice.

Ice, which according to the pro man made climate change faction, shouldn’t be there. Because according to them, the world is going to overheat and we’ll all drown, or fry, or our putative grandchildren will die horribly in some indeterminate manner, and it’ll all somehow be our fault. Not theirs of course, with their globe trotting proselytising and trips to Antarctica and suchlike. No, no, no. They are merely the messengers and therefore guiltless. Yeah, right.

Of course these activists could have not got stuck in the Antarctic ice, which they would have the great unwashed believe was no longer there. Word is, when the Russian Skipper of their vessel told them to get back on board, quickly please, as the ice was getting thicker than a blue whale club sandwich with a side order of cocktail penguin, putting even the ships ice strengthened hull at risk, what happened? Like a bunch of sulky schoolchildren, these activists dragged their feet, and by the time they were all back on board whining louder than the ships diesels about the bunks and the lack of certain beverages, guess what? Icebound and needing rescue. Nor is it the first time.

No doubt the poor bloody Russian Skipper of the Akademik Shokalskiy will be hung out to dry for this incident. Incompetents always try to shift blame onto the front line guys who can’t fight back. Like First World War generals whose idea of sensible tactics was human wave assaults into a rising sun against entrenched machine guns, the blame is often shifted onto the shortcomings of the poor bloody infantry, not the way they are told how to do a job. As always, sympathies are extended to the poor working stiffs (Captain and crew) who are shafted by arrogant people who claim some delusional moral and intellectual high ground. Also to the real scientists on Antarctic bases whose supplies are stuck in the ice along with the activists. Ah, no one mentions them do they? The reason the rescuing icebreakers are actually out there in the first place? Resupply of Antarctic bases? Watching their budgets being eaten up to rescue a bunch of activist tourists? Word is that this rescue has blown the contingency budget of Australia’s Antarctic program and disrupted its scientific work. Also the Chinese, and a special two week project the French had time and funds earmarked for. All gone. Yves Frenot, director of the French Polar Institute has publicly expressed his misgivings.

In his classic essay ‘The madness of crowds’ Charles MacKay posited that “Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.” This whole man made climate change meme appears to be one of the mania’s of which MacKay wrote so eloquently. No matter the failure of warming predictions, the true believers, well funded as they are, continue in their madness. Perhaps they realise that it is only a matter of time before the jig is up, and they are fighting a desperate rearguard action to the final bunker, leaving the scientific method a wasteland behind them. They will have spent all the money, and then some, which could have been used for more worthy projects.

Why the activists didn’t just book a berth on one of the National Geographic, or other cruise ships that regularly ply Antarctic waters, some even doing really cool stuff like this. They could have left the real science to the guys at the Antarctic research stations, and enjoyed the journey in more comfort.

Real science is suffering and will continue to do so. Because despite mounting observational evidence to the contrary, and precious little for, the global climate is not warming in line with the activist-alarmist predictions. Unfortunately this salient raft of evidence seems not to have percolated into the media bubble realities surrounding many ‘top level’ Western Politicians. Probably because much of the ‘professional’ political class don’t have the training or intellect necessary to make necessary distinctions. Especially, but not exclusively, on the left of centre. To be even handed, I’d also like to point out the Bible thumping extreme right being just as locked into their raft of pet delusions. Maybe the majority of politicians don’t want to be the first to break ranks. Like Canada, China, India and Australia.

Alternatively, one can only assume that there is some form of brain rotting infection stalking the European and US corridors of power. Maybe a team of health inspectors should give their kitchens and suppliers a good going over. Although degenerative conditions like new variant CJD and associated prion induced disorders are deuced hard to diagnose unless in their terminal phase. In which case, the problem will be largely self solving. At present the diagnosis to demise time is twelve months or less. 100% fatality.

In the meantime, readers are advised (as usual) to adopt Robin Williams’ rape defence advice. Point and laugh.

How stuff works, a song

Oh Grandpa’s a wealthy land owner
And Uncle makes windmills that spin
My Aunty she sells Carbon Credits
My God, how the money rolls in!

(Chorus:) Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!

Oh Daddy’s a Parliamentarian
Raising tax on the singlemost whim
Every night he’s out schmoozing accountants
My God, how the money rolls in!

(Chorus:) Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!

Oh Brother he works out in Brussels
Saving gorgeous Hungarians from sin
He’ll save you a blonde for ten Euros
My God, how the money rolls in!

(Chorus:) Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!

My Mother’s a Harley Street Doctor
Gives pills to the famed with a Gin.
She owns a renowned rehab clinic.
My God, how the money rolls in!

(Chorus:) Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!

*Sung to the tune of “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean”