Mrs S and I were having a chat about the current geopolitical situation regarding Russia and Ukraine today. Not the rights and wrongs or how many people are getting killed and dispossessed. That we can do nothing about, tragic though it is for the civilians on the ground. We have no resources to spare, the builders and trades are seeing to that.
Resources. It is upon that topic I wish to pontificate. September is going to be the economic crunch time for a lot of reasons. The time when all the chickens come home to roost. It’s even got us talking about putting up solar power for our three sheds. Which might not be such a bad idea for emergency lighting and a grid independent security system.
Much to my chagrin I’m not being allowed AI driven autonomous gun turrets or drones and plasma weapons because of the strain on the budget, so cameras and a twenty four inch crowbar will have to do for security. I did think about getting some cheap carbon shafts with broadheads for my two bows. My fifty inch classic hunter recurve draws about fifty five pounds at full thirty one inch draw and is quite capable of dropping someone at fifty yards plus, but perhaps the local Gardai might frown on that. So I’ll just stick to target practice instead.
Although everyone I know, from my physio to my neighbours, tell me they have firearms available and are quite open about being willing to use them on any hostile intruder. We do live in the Irish countryside after all.
Anyway. Mrs S and I were talking about worst case scenarios. Now I’m fairly confident they won’t happen, but I was a good little boy scout (Until that unfortunate little incident with Arkela and the two girl guides), and ‘Be prepared’ has proven a useful mantra on occasion. My gut is telling me to set up a fallback position, a bolt hole, so that is what I’m doing. Call me paranoid if you like, but my paranoia is based on my life experience and rarely steers me wrong.
What makes us feel this way? Not the many hand waving articles and videos about how nice the Ukrainians are and how bad the Russki’s are. We take a more studied view of the geopolitics. Did you know US warships (for example, no aircraft carriers or submarines) are bound by the Montreux convention of 1936 and aren’t allowed up the Dardanelles into the Black Sea and through the Bosporus? The Bosporus is also a massive trade bottleneck for the resource rich Russians and Nations with seaports on the Black sea coast.
The game changer here is the ‘Kanal Istanbul‘ Erdogan’s project to create a second waterway into the Black Sea to free up the massive congestion that has always throttled trade from the Black Sea nations. What it will do to the ecology of the region is another matter. Or the balance and power.
It may happen, it may not. Like the next Earthquake. The potential is there, but according to local geologists, there is regular slippage in the major fault lines at present, so there is less stress that can lead to a quake.
Mostly the pressure in the region is due to the wait times of shipping needing to pass from the Black sea into the Mediterranean and thus to Suez or out into the Atlantic via Gibraltar.
So we plan to set up food reserves, digging deep into memories of childhood when my parents were still ‘digging for victory’, or just growing stuff to keep the food bills down. Which is never a bad idea. Also very calming in these overstressed times. The many ideas Mrs S is coming up with about chickens are proving very entertaining.
For my part I’m going to be pulling fence posts tomorrow and moving them into the yard to form a border around the raised vegetable beds. I’ve got a post hole digging tool which should lighten the workload, and we’re also looking at ways of re-using the old tyres the last owner left hanging around the property.
It’s going to be hard work all through until September, but by then I’ll have started on the chicken run and put out some Mink traps. The idea being to kill the Mink that come sniffing around the chickens then skin them and let the flies lay eggs on the denuded carcases, chuck in a bucket with holes in the bottom, hang up bucket in chicken run so the maggots fall through the holes into a bowl for the chickens to eat. There’s a kind of poetic symmetry in there don’t you think? That and Mrs S gets free Mink moccasin slippers for those cold Winter evenings. Win-win. Although not for the Mink of course.
In a perverse sort of way I’m quite looking forward to the next couple of years.
Speaking of the last couple of years, even Bill Gates is saying that this whole COVID thing with all the masks and lockdowns might have been a mistake. See Ivor Cummins on Jimmy Dores exposition on Gate’s recent revelatory interview.
Next they’ll be saying that Human CO2 emissions don’t matter, fracking is great and energy self sufficiency is a good thing. Miracles do happen.