What? Bill don’t talk rubbish. Canada doesn’t have a death penalty. What arrant rot. Well specifically no, but then again yes. Not one that is handed down by the courts certainly, but the MAID (Medical Assistance in Dying) law enables it. And we hear this law is being extended to anyone who wants to die, not merely the people it was supposedly to support, like the terminally ill. A total of over 7000 in 2021 (Stats here) up from 2000 plus in 2016. Hey, beats paying for palliative care doesn’t it? Think of the savingsto the Health Service.
Now compare that with the history of Canada’s judicial death penalty. About 750 executions in total between 1860 and 1962. (List here) Count ’em for yourself if you wish.
Now it’s “Feeling depressed? Hey, you can kill yourself.” or “Too far in debt? Hey, we can help you take that last ride into the sunset.” or “Can’t do the time – Here’s your pill.” Being offered and even promoted to those with disabilities amongst other problems. Wasn’t this tried in the 20th Century? 1930’s and 40’s Germany for example?
The youngest at the time of writing was a 23 year old woman who was depressed. But if she was mentally ill, how could she have made such a legally binding terminal decision?
However, if you are unbalanced and in despair or don’t want to do the time, Canada’s medics have a single pill for that ill. Not just for if the pain can no longer be managed. And rumours keep on drifting out of the last great adventure being actively promoted by certain doctors. Certainly gives a new terror to going into hospital doesn’t it? Go in with a broken leg, come out in an Urn? Well, not literally, but….
So technically yes. If you are hopeless, homeless or desperate, Canada does indeed have a death penalty. Not for one of the great crimes of treason or murder but for the great crime of being ‘a burden’.
Trudeau’s Canada. Yeah.
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First automated power cut warnings went out in the UK recently, so we’re told. We’ve had nothing of that kind over here in the wilder west of Ireland, but it’s probably incoming. Hey, we’ll just get the cuts without the warnings. What larks eh?
Having said that, on November 18th, ESB sent out the following;
“If it’s windy outside, it is a good time to use your appliances as wind generates renewable energy and Ireland will be relying on that more and more.”
This is the downside of demanding ‘renewables’ (Hah!) to ‘save the planet’ (They can’t). We here at Maison Sticker have contingencies. Portable gas heaters. (Note to self; check and replace gas cylinders) UPS power supplies and good insulation. Gas alarms. Cooking standbys. Local Credit Union account for cash transactions if the high street banks go offline. All that shizzle.
As an aside; one of the things that occurs to me about all this nonsense spouted by the WEF is that their evil anti-human agenda can only happen if there’s a stable infrastructure to base it on. Intermittent (and ‘noisy’) power means bad comms, and without permanently stable communication there is no control. When those go down the authorities are reduced to sending gangs of armed enforcers (Knowing my neighbours, they’ll need to be) roaming the countryside, extorting what they will and a massive bureaucracy to back it up, which is practically impossible and economically unsustainable.
There are workable solutions to the current power crisis. Rolls Royce have had an SMR solution for decades. Similar nuclear power units to those that safely power the UK’s Nuclear Sub fleet. Gas powered power stations, backed up by Fracked gas. But oh nooooo. Nuclear is seen by a noisy ignorant few as too dangerous, despite having a way better global safety record than wind turbines. And fracked Gas? All those earthquakes? Which are all below magnitude 2.0 which humans can’t feel and don’t result in subsidence. Throw a little hydro into the mix and you’ve got clean reliable power and low CO2 emissions (For all the good that will do) Better by far, lower particulate emissions.
All this and four inches of snow predicted. Enjoy. I may go out and build a snowman.
Living out in the wilder west of Ireland, you have to get used to certain things. Like occasional incursions. Last week it was a spider which, fully spread, would have comfortably (Or more likely uncomfortably) covered the palm of my hand, skulking up the curtains. Needless to say, our vacuum cleaner was rapidly deployed and the unwanted arachnid is now bereft of life in the belly of Henry, our favourite local sucker up of all things unwanted.
Last night, well, just listen to the song:
Quite a sizeable specimen to boot. I was sitting in the Bar with Mrs S when this little brown shape scuttled in through the door, under two chairs, took one look at me and legged it pronto back the way it had come.
I jumped to my feet in a kind of ‘what the hell’ manner and followed the little interloper. He disappeared, but we did hear suspicious scrapings and scrabbling noises later that evening and also when I got up to make tea this morning, so by the sound of things he was settling in for the long haul.
Unfortunately for such visitors we do not run a hostel for refugee rodents, and not wanting any domestic faux pas caused by one of the little sods chewing through a vital wire or pipe; have deployed traps, ultrasonic rodent repellents, vinegar spray and cedar balls, just to give our visitor some not so subtle hints that he and his kind are not welcome.
Frankly I don’t care what happens. The mouse can leave the way it came or it can die. So long as it goes. I am not squeamish when it comes to removing corpses. I just don’t want stuff to go “Phizz-put” leaving the household in darkness or find myself going for an impromptu paddle first thing on a winter morning, or any other morning come to that.
That mouse is history.
Literally. Trap 1 Mouse 0. Home win for the trap team.
Have spent a bit of time recently looking at the logistics of rearing chickens for eggs and the occasional roast dinner. Materials for chicken runs, building coops and nesting boxes, feed costs etcetera. The big one is feed. What used to be dirt cheap is now hugely expensive. all down to the Yanks proxy war in Ukraine, allegedly. Funny how that one regional conflict is (allegedly) responsible for so many basic feedstuffs, makes you wonder what the rest of the world has been doing, sitting on it’s hands?
According to the World bank, Ukraine was running a trade deficit, mainly to Russia, Turkey, Belarus, Italy and Poland. Figures here. Russia is the big net exporter, so perhaps it is Russian feed grains that are not getting through. Although Russian exports, according to the World Bank, have yet to drop below just over USD$300 Billion, as they did in 2009 and 2016. Now forgive me if I didn’t hear about feed costs rocketing upwards back then.
Notwithstanding. What this means, because UK egg producers can’t produce at what UK supermarkets are willing to pay (Because the Ukraine war and sanctions on Russia have pushed feed prices skywards), is egg rationing. Which ironically, will result in fewer hens being ordered and produced for next Spring in the UK, and even fewer eggs than right now. So instead of home grown eggs produced under the UK’s humane animal protection laws, eggs will have to be bought in from overseas suppliers who aren’t quite so fussy about the welfare of their laying hens.
I do not consider myself pro-Russian. Some would say they’re a different and far more robust culture than we in the effete West. And having seen what the Russki’s often did to Somali pirates, I wouldn’t like to cross them without a task force of Sherpa’s. In Russia, men are men, the women aren’t grateful, and it’s either baking hot or bloody cold. Which is probably why the Russians drink so much and produce such gloomy literature.
Yet I find myself wondering; “When Trump was in office, the Russki’s were contained and the arms manufacturers weren’t getting rid of their surplus ordnance.” For all Trump’s many faults, he does know how to deal with the Russian mindset. Even if there was no ‘collusion’ between him and old Vlad. He didn’t need to collude, just negotiate, and that is Trump’s greatest strength. Apart from all the ‘mean tweets’. Which were fun as they upset all the right people.
The more I look at it, the more I think this whole Ukraine business is the West shooting itself, very accurately, in the foot.
This has lent a spur to my plans to have a small hen house and trade the excess eggs with my livestock rearing neighbours. My taste testers have pronounced the raw honey I’ve produced this year as “great stuff”, and I hope to expand my operations next Spring, integrating Beehives, Chickens and fruit growing, with a few Vegetables on the side. Hopefully with sufficient surplus to begin brewing and distilling.
I would counsel my small coterie of enlightened tin foil hat wearing readers to do something similar.
Oh yes. I’ve just seen the latest ‘Pride’ flag. Now is it just me or doesn’t it just reek of 1960’s low budget cinema advertising? Now I can’t get the vocals out of my head. Pa-Paa Pa-Paa Pa-Paa Pa-Paa PaPaPaa
Our final bathroom is now fully operational after I finished putting in the shower door yesterday. The bath, which was leaking around the edges, is now fully water tight and tested. So another part of our jigsaw falls into place.
Mrs S is delighted. I’m quite chuffed too. Although certain of the ‘Trades’ have been dragging their feet of late, so I elected to finish off the minor jobs they were supposed to do myself, If any of them come back to me for more work when things get a bit slack, they’re going to be sorely disappointed. The work has been done to code and then some.
Our house is finally beginning to look and feel like our home. ‘North’ will be with us over Christmas and the New Year to decompress from London life. This time we will be properly ready for our guests. And the possibility of snow, so I’m told.
We have a stocked larder. We have honey. The heating is a bit erratic at the moment, but it mainly works. There are more jobs to do. Then I can get cracking on the next phase of the yard and greenhouse. The outside world will have to sort itself. Just so long as that senile idiot (and his handlers) in the White House doesn’t pressure the Russki’s into WW3, we’re golden.
Mrs S and I were talking yesterday, and one of us remarked, and I cannot recall who (I was busy driving at the time), said; “Yes, but we all live lives of quiet adventure.” Whoever said it, we both thought for a moment as we bimbled up to LocalTown and agreed.
Later, when we were back home we reflected on the truth of that statement. Looked at the right way, all life is a quiet adventure, from all the tiny near misses, mis-steps and things you should or should not have said, it all contributes to the small adventures and drama of our lives. From navigating a call centre menu to crossing the road while texting or starting a new day without coffee, it’s all adventure.
So you’ll forgive me if I don’t say “Stay safe.” but rather “Have fun.” Because fun adds to the adventure, which, seen in the right light, is one of the things that makes life truly worth living.
Mild frost this morning. Which was unpleasant. Mainly because our heating is on the fritz for the third bloody time, and my plumber has been having a minor nervous breakdown trying to find and fix the fault, bless him. This Sunday morning he even turned up in a tractor, not a service van, a big Eff off Green Tractor, temporarily fixed the fault, which is a faulty flow valve, which the heating supply company need to replace under warranty, stopped for a chat, and ten minutes later went off to work on his smallholding.
Out here in the rural wilder west every fourth person seems to own a bit of land which they tend, and given the nature of this terrain, do mainly livestock, because very little ground is suitable for tillage (Arable crops). Topsoil too shallow. Too much stone. Too marshy. So all those grand political plans to get rid of sheep and cattle because they burp too much are doomed to failure.
Other news from our old domicile on Vancouver Island, Canada, has already had it’s first snow of the year downtown mid island, and according to sister in law who lives in the mid-island, is colder than usual. News from family (Queensland and NSW) in the fabled land of Oz report colder weather, as does the weather news from much of the US and Canada.
According to such anecdotal sources, which are not ‘scientific’ enough for some, this might indicate that the world is not really getting hotter as is so often claimed. So what are all these ‘climate protesters’ gabbling on about? Sticking themselves to roads, blocking Ambulances, causing deaths because people can’t get to hospital, and throwing soup at famous paintings? Don’t they see the pointlessness of their own actions?
Summer here wasn’t that great apart from couple of warm spells in our neck of the woods. Yet politicians seem convinced that a 1.5 degree increase in the farcical ‘global average’ temperature by 2100 (Most of these figures are taken only from the USA and Europe before being ‘modelled’) will be far more disastrous than a 0.5 Celsius drop, which is what the real climate looks like doing.
As if we humans had any observable effect on the ‘global climate’ anyway. No matter what the politicians, activists and mainstream media spout. In the eyes of politicians, who cares if ”man made climate change’ is a load of old twaddle? After they’ve completely screwed everything over, they can just ask for forgiveness, say “Lessons have been learned” then proceed to do screw us over all over again. Even the ‘fossil fuel’ companies are heavily into the game, artificially bumping up their farcical ESG scores in a bizarre game of virtue signalling. Because that’s all ESG really is, a pandering to ‘fashionable’ and some would say unhinged and naïve beliefs.
On that topic, I note Elon Musk has decided not to play that game with Twitter by firing a good deal of the unnecessary workforce, who, if rumour is to be believed, were on senior management salaries for behaving like outraged toddlers half the time. Maybe what happened was that, because Twitter doesn’t turn a profit, in their need to get more funding from ESG obsessed investors to keep the company going, Twitter management hired specifically to up their ESG scores and thus con gullible investors into putting ever more money in. But that’s just my view as a small investor. Now Musk has taken their toys away, the unhinged lefties will have less influence and the business world can heave a huge sigh of relief, getting back to their core value of making money for their investors and employees, rather than being blackmailed by a bunch of ‘blue checkmark’ morons who don’t understand what making money means to the greater populace.
Back in the real world, I’m waiting for a run of a few straight dry(ish) days to get my greenhouse project up and running while my first batch of mead brews. By the time we’re done with that adventure, it’ll be Christmas.
My sinuses are smarting a bit as we’ve just had our septic tank cleaned out. This is one of the eccentricities of living out in the sticks and not being connected to mains sewerage. Fortunately, in normal operation these things are so odourless you don’t notice, but every time they need cleaning, WOW! The smell of semi digested sewerage scours your nasal passages quicker than a triple dose of decongestant. Maybe because your body dumps all the existing mucus in a effort to be rid of the stench.
We were also steeling ourselves for the next nasty surprise of our electrickery bill, but all our investment in low energy lights, appliances and extra insulation seems to be paying off, as the bills are proving elevated but manageable. So Mrs S and I were looking at the latest missive from our supplier with an air of “Phew. Got away with that one.”
No matter. The work is done and our bills paid. Mrs S has been busily emptying cans of air freshener to rid the rear of the house of the smell, and we’re unpacking the last of our personal effects for arranging on walls etc.
Like my old competition bow. Not much good for over 80 metres, but I’ve won a few medals with it. Not quite as much fun as my little 50lb short recurve (Horse bow), which shoots very flat and packs a hell of a punch at anything up to a hundred plus, and is far better for instinct shooting. Not as accurate as the competition bow, but I still love it. Must get some new shafts. Still got my old arrow fletching kit, and what’s best of all, could have my own personal archery range. Or it will be when I’m done next spring. As there’s rushes to clear and groundwork to do.
Then next week I’m off to the brewery suppliers to buy equipment and ingredients, and the month after a still and oak barrels for ageing. My first honey harvest will form the major component of my first Mead experiments, and when I’m ready to go commercial I’ll get my permits. Of course there will be a few pounds of the sweet stuff for my neighbours as gifts for their many kindnesses, but there’ll be more than enough to put in my morning coffee and the odd dessert recipe until the next nectar flow around April / May 2023. By then I’ll have two more colonies and things will finally start to take off.
Then there’s Christmas family visits. ‘North’ is joining us, and I’m trying to work out the logistics of giving her a reasonable vegetarian menu while allowing me the odd steak or two. Have to give that matter some serious thought. I’ve got some recipes and have worked out how to make some pretty decent vegetable dishes which I will happily eat. So maybe that won’t be so hard after all.
So, we’re not doing too badly, and counting our blessings in that it could be a hell of a lot worse. So long as the powers that be don’t have another brain fart and this time decide that bees emit some form of ‘greenhouse gas’ and decide that eye-watering levels of tax need to be levied on my Queens and their consorts. Haven’t talked to my neighbours about it yet, but we’re all little guys out here, and don’t get caught quite so much as the big concerns.
Personally I think these politicians know bugger all about sod all and damned little about that. Especially about agriculture, but very probably about anything else but getting elected.
No, not me, (You should be so lucky) but allegedly the last words of English King Charles 2nd in 1685. I always think of this quote when anyone raises the question of (alleged) vaccine related deaths, but don’t look for ‘evidence’ because what there is is deeply hidden. Correlation is not causation, but, and this is the big but, the glaringly in your face correlation is a strong indicator that there is something worthy of further investigation. Something, as they say, is most definitely up.
Recently terms like SADS, Myocarditis (Inflammation of the heart muscle), pericarditis (inflammation of the pericardial sac which contains the heart) have been in the news. The incidence is on the uptick, and is often linked to a certain period after injection of one of the mRNA ‘vaccines’. Which can prove fatal. Then there are the German studies linking mRNA vaccines to infertility.
As a primer; inflammation is an immune response to injury by whatever cause, be that injury, stress or a pathogen such as a bacterium, virus or fungus. As I understand it, inflammation is the immune systems way of trying to make conditions for the attacking agent so uncomfortable that the pathogen in question packs it’s figurative bags to go look for better digs. That or kills the pathogen (or the sufferer) outright. This is not an accurate description of what happens, but as analogies go it simplifies a complex process to a point where anyone can understand roughly what’s going on.
So when events like the following, as narrated by legal vlogger Viva Frei happen, ironically to a “Vaxxed to the max” individual during the public enquiry over the anti-mandate protests and unwarranted (Well I think so) use of the Canadian Emergencies act. Just watch. Listen and compare all the other little stories that leak out of various outlets, all the while the big corporate guns of the mainstream media seem to be sitting in a corner, facing the wall and humming loudly so they can’t see or hear what’s really happening. The mRNA COVID ‘vaccines’ carry a risk. Far more than traditional vaccinations.
Now non-COVID ‘excess deaths’ are surging above pandemic levels, we have to ask ourselves; Who is kidding who? As Western Governments prepare to double down with yet more pointless mask mandates and lockdowns, more persecution of the ‘unvaccinated’, despite clear indications that those who have succumbed to the rather suspect exhortations to “Get your booster” are at a higher risk. COVID probably won’t kill you, but the ‘vaccine’ might. When going for that booster (Which doesn’t prevent the spread or give more than five months immunity) it could be you. As it has been for an increasing number of otherwise young and healthy people frightened into taking inadequately tested treatments. The notorious Swine flu jab was pulled for much fewer casualties.
My first clues that this might be the case while I was waiting in a supermarket queue back in 2021, overhearing that someone had partaken of the first vaccine doses, yet still got a SARS/COV-2 infection. which shouldn’t happen post vaccination. Which made me think “Oy-oy, that doesn’t sound right”. Post vaccination infection doesn’t happen very often with, for example, Poliomyelitis, yet since then I’ve heard the same story over and over again. Yet found myself pressured, against my better judgement, into having the first two jabs, just to get a ‘vaccine passport’ to go into a restaurant. Not that I thought the food was that exciting.
I was discussing the matter with my physio, and he is of the same mind as I am, that the restrictions were wrongly applied, and that keeping people indoors when what they needed most of all was moderate exercise in the fresh air and a good healthy mixed diet, was idiotic in extremis. He also told me he’s never had any vaccine, which he and his girlfriend count as a plus. I may also lose him to Australia, as they are aggressively poaching medical professionals like him from European countries and he’s keen to give it a go. But you know what? I say good luck to him, and having family in the fabled land of Oz, will feed him any information that he needs to make a go of things.
However, you wouldn’t know this if your sole sources of information are from the mainstream like the BBC and RTE. Yet useful sites linking to real information like Lockdownsceptics.org? Vanished. Daily sceptic site still up. Is this a facet of ‘cancel culture’ or just a bit of site admin? No matter, I’ve updated the link.
Talking about more useful news media. Redacted have a take on the latest ‘Vaccine’ revelations.
Outside it is windy and raining cats and dogs. Fortunately my upgraded double glazing dulls all the yelping and yowling and inside our residence all is toasty warm. Because today the plumbers fixed our heating. For good, so there, and no returns. Yay.
This is a signal moment for me because this is the first property that I have had an ownership stake in that has bags of hot water and no nasty draughts. No shaving in cold water or flannel baths for me any more. I’ve done that for too many years living in sub-par European housing. Picturesque, heritage even, but when it came down to heating and plumbing, those pre-Edwardian places were just boxes that kept most of the rain out. Now we’re all up to date insulated with a modern and efficient heating system.
Tonight the drawbridge is up, portcullis down, and we’re ready to repel boarders and snub the day boys (This is a very old English public school joke, pre 1970’s, so don’t worry if you don’t get it.) We don’t have to go anywhere, so will not be troubled by eejits like ‘Just stop oil’ as deluded a bunch of sad pointless halfwits who think shutting down the M25 will ‘save the planet’. How completely retarded and blinkered some people can be.
Having had a deep dive into the real data, not the fantasy kind peddled by witch doctors masquerading as climate data modellers, I can say with absolute confidence that you could shut down not just the UK, but the whole of the world, and Earths climate would not even notice. Why? Because sooner or later the climate will change, and there’s nothing that we paltry, inconsequential humans can do about it. Geology alone will tell you that.
Right. That’s all for now. The rest of the world can do without my input until the weather eases up. I can probably be found with a pile of books at my elbow and a large bottle of whiskey on standby.
Plumbers have had to come back to sort out my dodgy room heating. Still not fixed and we have already found out that the actuator valves weren’t wired up properly. Leading to the thermostat in one room controlling the heat in another. This has not made me happy, and as I tartly pointed out to our contractors; “I’ve already paid you in full.” My lawyers are on speed dial if my brand new heating system turns out to be a lemon.
Now I don’t want to play the blame game and finger point. All I really want is what I’ve paid for. Once I get that, all sins are forgiven and we’re all friends again. I don’t want excuses. They’re supposed to be the experts and that’s what I paid them for, simple really. That said, I’ve gotten to know the lads over the last few months, and they’re a good bunch and men of their word. They will make good without any need for litigation or further expenditure on my part. Not because I’ve told them off, but because it offends their personal pride not to do a good job. Reputation still counts for much in the wilder west of Ireland.
It’s a shame we can’t hold the politicians and pharmaceutical companies to the same standard. “You broke it – you fix it.” Because they have broken the economies of Western nations not only with the COVID debacle, the fallout from which is still causing excess deaths, but the Net Zero insanity, which will cause many times more death and suffering than any slight warming (So only the models predict) of dear old planet Earth.
What would have happened without the rush to the emergency use only, experimental treatment they’re calling a ‘vaccine’? Maybe by relying on cheap and plentiful anti-viral drugs and encouraging better metabolic health in the greater populace instead? Maybe by not shutting down whole economies with pointless lockdowns? Maybe by not printing money ever faster in an insane game of economic race to the bottom, increasing the price of everything but improving the value of nothing? Maybe by realising that humanity is not causing the mythical ‘global warming’ and looking further afield to real climate triggers, not an atmospheric trace gas which is no more than a bit part player in the global climate system?
Now I’m usually a forgiving man, with a few exceptions, because I believe certain things like maligning someone without proof and acts of overt betrayal tell me that the people who do such things will do it again, and as such cannot ever be trusted. For those who readily ‘fess up and try to do something about the damage they have done, my forgiveness is readily extended. For the rest; why should I take the risk? They have broken the bonds of trust, and they should never enjoy the privilege of that trust ever again.
In this number I include; all the mainstream media talking heads who lied to and gaslighted their fellow citizens. The click hungry ‘journalists’ who openly spat on qualified people who dared to raise their voices in public forums. The lobbyists and politicians. Those who put people’s lives at risk for a quick and dirty buck. The propagandised haters who cut people out of their lives simply because they didn’t agree with them. Those calling serious scientists ‘deniers’ for questioning the narrative. The people who did not resign and retire from public life now the magnitude of their errors are coming to light. Those who ratted out neighbours and demanded other people be silenced for questioning the rush to stick a needle in everyone’s arm. The enforcers who stomp all over the basic civil rights of the public simply because they were ordered to. It’s an extensive but not exclusive list.
No. The aforementioned can never be forgiven, nor their opinions trusted ever again.
Now we’re stuck with the mess they created and none of them have any idea how to fix it except by doubling down. Leaving us with a dire need for the Augean stables of public life to be thoroughly cleansed, but regrettably there is no Hercules up to the task. Or at least none who will ever be given the opportunity.
Hi ho. There is nothing I can do about it but give them short shrift when they come blubbing around my doorstep.
Cold and windy today, a stiff 50 km/h (32mph) breeze and pretty wet. Not weather I care to be out in, so I’m going to watch events transpire from indoors with a hot cup of tea or coffee in hand. On the Met Eirann site there’s an orange warning for the Atlantic coast, but this is normal weather for this part of the year. Hardly a storm, but enough to not want to work outside. So I’m not going to.
The heating in one of the rooms has been a bit dodgy of late, so calls were made to the sparky and plumber who duly turned up, scratched their heads and after half an hour found a loose wire that linked to one of the heating manifold actuators. Fault was fixed, and we just have to wait for the floor to heat up again so we can use the room.
That’s the thing with underfloor heating. It’s nicer than radiators, and I believe up to 25% more economical, so (allegedly) we’ll be saving on the fuel bills, even though the installation made a dent in our savings. Which, given the currently Government created energy crisis, should provide a little respite from over inflated fuel costs. Also means the payback period should be shorter since we bagged a bargain deal on gas supply before things really started to go up.
Have completed my feasibility study on converting our open lean to into a greenhouse, and the numbers look good. I got a batch of old double glazing donated from a builders yard. The sizes are good and should help me create a temperature controllable space for early sowing in February. I was slow off the mark this year with my seeds and my vegetable harvest has been the poorer for it. That and the damage done by the market gardeners traditional foes, slugs, snails and cabbage white butterflies. If by seeding in a protected space I can keep them at bay, that will mean better output.
While measuring up in my more reflective moments I am moved to wonder at the latest talk of what is or is not a ‘conspiracy theory’. Especially over this Twatter business. I mean, are the Department of Homeland Security and the other US alphabet agencies now known to be deleting social media content they don’t like going to let Musk throw away their backdoor access? See Redacted’s video below
Facebook, and likely all the big name social media all have similar back doors, allowing US agencies access, even down to the state level. Talk about mission creep. I think said agencies original mission, to counter terrorism (Allegedly), has morphed into something far more creepy. Do they consider everyone a potential ‘terrorist’? Is the administrative arm of the US really our friend? I’m beginning to have serious second thoughts about that one.
This is not a conspiracy theory, I wish it were, it’s real. All dressed up in words like ‘cognitive infrastructure‘. A term I’d never heard before today. Which begs the question; why does our cognition (Thinking) need ‘infrastructure’? Who gets to control it? Although I feel the uncomfortable answer is staring us straight in the eye. And that’s a creepy thought for such a windy day.
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