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Words to inspire

I saw this on Pinterest, and was moved to create my own version. See below.

Happy Friday.

How’d that work out?

Came up against the silly rule that you have to show a vaccination certificate yesterday. To get a cup of coffee. A freaking cup of coffee and a light lunch for heavens sake! The staff demanded to see them before we would be served. I didn’t have mine with me (Never carry it), so we walked out of the coffee shop .

We might have sat in and had a nice lunch, spending a pleasant hour and spending fifty or so euro’s, paying wages for the staff and keeping the economy rolling. We didn’t.

So we went to a competitor around the corner who offered outdoor space for dining without demanding our papers and spent our money there.

The place where we were refused service unless “Papieren bitte” has earned a scathing review on Tripadvisor and Expedia. I will never knowingly enter the premises of that franchise or any associated business ever again. Ireland used the boycott against bad landlords back in the day, now it’s time to resurrect that tactic.

Yes, they were free to refuse me service because I couldn’t ‘prove’ my vaccination status. However, the menu was rather limited and the fare looked fairly average with nothing out of the obvious to recommend it, so the money walked.

Mrs S is upset at my blunt refusal to carry a vaccination certificate, but I told her archly that “I’ve gone along with this farce for long enough. I’ve had the jabs. Thus far and no further.”

She protested that this “Limited her choices.” To which I responded; “This is a matter of principle. I’ll happily show my certificate when going in for medical treatment, but nowhere else. The coffee shops can fuck off.”

We’ll see who goes broke first.

The politicians don’t follow these rules, so why should we?

Oddments on the move

Been out surveying houses this week and re-learning what the phrase ‘Jerry built’ means. Frankly, one of the properties we looked at needed completely demolishing and rebuilding. The price wasn’t that good. Way over the odds. So, following the advice of a friendly, gruff spoken but very savvy Structural Engineer, we’re giving it a miss. Having taken his advice, we now realise that our planned purchase would have turned into a money pit and a complete nightmare from a planning perspective.

Anyway. Hate speech laws. Where the law is applied to one group but not for all. Which tends to contradict the spirit of having a legal system in the first place. Rules should be for everyone, not just to protect certain groups. Indeed, I feel the people who moot such rules should be held to a much higher standard than the rest of us mere mortals.

The problem with hate speech laws is that my observation and small wisdom tells me are in effect more divisive than unfettered insult and opprobrium. By suppression they do not prevent the subject matter being thought about, because such laws will always incite resentment from the targeted population and militate against tolerance of a given ‘protected’ group.

The thought process goes like this:

  1. Rules say you can’t be seen to be ‘hostile’ even by a raising of the eyebrow against a given ‘protected’ group, even if the gesture was only targeted at the unpleasantness of a single individual of said group.
  2. If said ‘protected’ group is so hypersensitive, and one is likely to inadvertently run into problems when dealing with them, the easiest response is to avoid contact with said group altogether, just in case ‘offence’ is taken, even if none was meant. Thus leading to an increased ghettoisation of the ‘protected’. Simply because they’re too much trouble.
  3. The division thus created means that there is now a ‘two-tier’ society worse than the one that the Hate Speech laws were intended to avoid.
  4. See any long-repressed native population for the medium to long term outcome. Catholic Ireland is a good example, where the native population was oppressed for a long time, deprived of political power and forced into being second class citizens.

Conclusion; Excessive repression breeds violent revolt. Enforced compliance under an unfair system such as one that ‘Hate speech’ laws create can only be continued for short periods of time while the enforcement of said rules can be maintained. The essential social contract between rulers and ruled cannot be sustained under these conditions. This is one of the lessons of history.

N.B.: ‘Stirring up hatred’ is not the same as the current hypersensitive definition as used by people of a ‘woke’ persuasion. The word ‘hatred’ (Noun) implies a very strong, even violent dislike of a person or group and to incite it by making up stories about how bad the targeted group are, or warping language to paint said group (for example with the ‘beneficiaries of slavery’ meme) as ‘evil’ falls neatly into that category.

So, given this salient definition, who are the people ‘stirring up hatred’? Those warping the language to sow division for political or monetary (Or both) gain? Or those being accused of ‘hatred’ with questionable and highly subjective evidence?

Any old road up, I’m on the road again for most of this week. We have electricians and estate agents to haggle with in between times, and I’ve found a problem with my new Irish Driving Licence that needs to be resolved, so if I’m a little slow in responding to anyone, I beg my last readers forbearance.

Being mindful

We are continually being told that ‘mindfulness’ is a good thing, a goal to be aspired to, the epitome, the acme of all that is good and righteous. To be ‘mindful’, practitioners inform us, is the path to enlightenment, nirvana, and paying off the mortgage on time. Now it seems that this key precept is failing, with many practitioners straying from the path and in the process becoming narcissistic, vile little eejits you wouldn’t cross the road to piss down their throats if their lungs were on fire. But they weren’t nice people to begin with, and no amount of ‘awareness’ and Yogurt can change their true nature, merely the way it is expressed, in saccharine insincerity, passive-aggressiveness and massive self-delusion.

Now it may surprise you, dear reader (Look, there’s one of you out there, I think) but I too once delved into the innermost secrets of the universal soul through meditation and Yoga. Through my contemplations of the infinite and divine, I have become the person I am today. Does this surprise anyone? Yes? No? Don’t give a monkeys? Whatever.

Now my yoghurt and mendicant training goes back a few years to the Dojo where I studied, a small covert room over a Chinese Restaurant in sunny Stoke on Trent. A secret place where ancient masters taught the stoic arts and the ancient, obscure Welsh martial art of LLap Mivitalls, which consists of disciplining mind and body to hardship via the use of large cups of tea and bacon sandwiches consumed in the vast hidden reaches of industrial estates and lorry parks. The major part of which consists of learning how to eat your bacon sandwich in a torrential downpour without diluting your tea or letting your bacon sandwich get soggy. You can brag about the athletic prowess of Shaolin monks all you like, but such things are child’s play when faced with the inner serenity a black belt in this Welsh martial art can attain. Let’s face it, when you can calmly munch your way through breakfast in a heavy Welsh downpour whilst looking totally relaxed, you are indeed a force to be reckoned with.

BC, my home for the last decade or so, is now infested with a plague of ‘mindfulness’ and narcissism to the point where recovery is not possible. There can be no vaccine for this plague, only the burgeoning awareness of the sufferer that all is not well with them, and why their friends seem to clam up or roll their eyes whenever the practitioner of mindfulness opens their mouth.

At my Dojo, we were warned about this outcome by the Dojo’s chief mentor, Lobsang Dai, a Cardiff born man and part time Tom Jones impersonator (Ask your Granny). “Now young disciple, look you.” He would say. “All this talk of inner focus is all very well, but will it keep the rain from getting inn your tea?” He would opine further. “The path to inner serenity lies not in the actions of others, but of looking to yourself and not letting the water in. And putting your right leg behind your left ear isn’t that impressive.” With such sage teaching has my path to inner enlightenment been scattered. If we studied hard that lesson, he would demonstrate his hip twist, and how it could instantly bring down ladies underwear. Never understood why he wore such apparel, but to each their own. We were a very progressive class.

Sadly Lobsang Dai is no more, having fallen from grace to the charms of a Hungarian long distance lorry driver called Magda, but my fellow disciples and I remember his teachings with great fondness.

Just a thought

Was watching and listening to this presentation on the COVID-19 stats first thing this morning.

One thing struck me. The quoted UK figures seem to indicate that the heaviest mortality is within areas where large immigrant communities exist. The rate is quoted in this ONS report as 2.7 times the native population of the UK. Even anecdotally, the native, or long settled populations do not seem to have suffered quite so much, apart from the initial culling of the seriously ill and elderly in March / April. Darker skinned newcomers who tend to suffer from vitamin D deficiency above the 50th parallel are being hit worst of all. The native north Europeans mostly appearing to brush off the contagion, apart from those already with serious chronic illnesses. Healthy individuals get a cough or sniffle and that’s all.

There was also the minor uptick in reported infections during Summer which coincided with the onset of mandatory mask regulations after an incubation period. So perhaps corralling one’s face in a contagion-encrusted surgical or cloth face mask might not be such a great idea?

The draconian restrictions on movement and businesses do not appear to work. So why can’t the much vaunted ‘Government experts’ see this when those outside the SAGE and NPHET bubbles can point to the data and say “Excuse me. What about..”? How come so many supposedly intelligent people not see what is staring them in the face? Or are they so captured in groupthink they’re afraid to speak out? Who knows?

As for Canada. One elderly woman asked for and got assisted suicide because she couldn’t face another lockdown. See below.

Crazy, creepy shit is going down. The leftish (Canada all parties, US Democrats, UK all parties including ‘Conservative’) politicians are behind this. When and how do we hold them all to account?

Addendum. Tongue firmly embedded in cheek; perhaps a possible answer to the Europe-wide illegal immigration problem would be to paint massive ‘Biohazard. keep Out’ signs on the White Cliffs of Dover and other such prominent border markers?

An act of foggy war?

Popped over to Churchmouse today and picked up on his piece about the SAR/COV-2 regulations. Have we all been taken for fools? Has the SARS/COV-2 outbreak been an engineered act of germ and cyber warfare by the Chinese? I’m starting to think so.

Alright, the original viral release was probably due to carelessness, it’s what’s followed afterwards that looks increasingly like an opportunistic cyber war against the west. No, the virus wasn’t a hoax, the problem has been with the world’s response and the forces pressuring politicians and egging on the powers that be to become ever more draconian towards a comparatively minor threat.

Yes, the disease has put a scythe through care homes, but those were people who hadn’t died in the previous two relatively low death count years. So the effects were like a really nasty flu season. And I get the feeling, but no real proof, that a nasty bout of something unusual was around a month earlier in the west than previously thought back in late October / Early November 2019. Or an early variant thereof. One snippet of information that I heard at the beginning of the outbreak was that SARS/COV-2 variant A was known to be widespread amongst the Western Expat community in China, with variant C being more widespread in the local Chinese and variant B in the ethnically Indian population. I’m still inclined to think that SARS/COV-2 was part of research to find a cure for the original RaTG13 Bat-hosted virus. However, what has followed smacks of pure political opportunism on the part of the Chinese Communist Party. Devious buggers.

For the UK, the most recent report from Public Health England is telling. Although the SARS/COV-2 spike shows up quite clearly as an early 2020 anomaly, in the overall stats 2019-2020 is dwarfed by previous years. 2017 is a case in point. Did we lock down in 2017? Excuse me, I must have blinked because I missed it.

Yet the forces of lockdown have pressured certain key politicians twatter feeds, posing as real people. Thus giving said politicians the idea that vox populi vox dei. Which is not so. The voices of ordinary people going WTF! are being ignored and even demonised. After all, it’s their lives that are being ruined here. Unfortunately the Chinese propaganda ‘bots have drowned them out and the politicians are choosing to believe Twatter. Which is a major error in judgement. Because Twatter is the home of ‘bots and activists. All the real people left ages ago.

This is a plausible explanation as to why our ‘leaders’ are behaving as they are. Newsflash kiddies. Repeat after me; “Twitter is not real life.”

I am drawn to one signal conclusion; that Twitter is being used as a weapon of cyber war against the west.

Mrs S and I are choosing not to be worried. We have other things to occupy our time.

Trust and the NHS

Getting ready for the movers at the end of the week and I Just saw a report about Do Not Resuscitate orders being applied by NHS and care home staff which caught me off guard. My first reaction was a bit of a double take. This is the National Health Service that the UK is supposed to ‘thank’ yet is is carrying out what appears to be a campaign of euthanasia during the SARS/COV-2 pandemic?

Bloody hell, there’s a spur to get private health insurance and no mistake.

First reports started filtering through in April and the situation is ongoing. Care home patients over 65 (and younger) have allegedly been issued with DNR’s without discussion or consultation which is bizarre. A DNR is a voluntary legal agreement, a waiver saying that if the patient suffers from a crisis where breathing or the heart heart is compromised and CPR may be required, life saving treatments will be withheld. See this RT report below.

Being a power of attorney means you have to keep up with this sort of thing and ensure that all is legal and above board. For example, Elderly Friend has a DNR. Not that Canadian medics have paid much attention to it, on one signal occasion they just pitched in and kept her going. More recently, Elderly Friend has had yet another series of falls and we think she’s on the final stretch, Funerals always cast a long shadow and I can feel the darkness creeping up on us. We just hope it’s peaceful.

However, if you have the misfortune to live in certain areas of the UK and an unpleasant rumour has it, have a lighter skin colour, bad luck.

There is something legally very dubious about these reports and it mainly concerns consent. My understanding of the law is that a DNR is a legally framed request by the patient (no-one else) not to resuscitate. A completely voluntary agreement with the patients witting consent. A DNR has to be signed by the patient and countersigned by their POA or next of kin if necessary, to be valid. Otherwise deliberately withholding treatment could be construed as criminal. That part of the law is a necessary safeguard to prevent some ideologically minded sociopath who has weaseled their way into the NHS from doing a Shipman or Munchhausen by proxy on their patients. Medical and care home staff are not allowed to play God or they can be charged with manslaughter or even murder.

Having worked in the UK NHS, the law on consent was drilled into us during training. Treatment beyond that necessary to maintain life, needs consent and DNR’s cannot be imposed because treatments have to be agreed. If this imposed DNR rule is true and is a top down imposed ‘guideline’ from NHS management then those responsible for drafting said policies needs to be held to account. Hanging upside down in the scorpion pit if necessary.

There’s far too much of this ‘implied consent’ business going on in the UK, which makes me pretty leery about spending any prolonged time there. If I was a UK resident I’d opt out of the organ donation side of things as well but I can’t even though I’m a UK passport holder. No UK address you see.

There’s much talk about the NHS being the ‘envy of the world’, which upon examination is just so much propaganda. To be even more blunt, complete bollocks. Canada and the USA, where medical treatment is superior to the UK, make exactly the same claims. The US believes their system is best because you pay for your treatment (or at least your health insurance does) and US doctors are, in my experience generally pretty good, as is their dentistry. North American dentistry I know from experience, is light years better than the UK.

As for being any good, globally the UK NHS trails way behind Taiwan, South Korea, France and Japan. So, the NHS is the ‘best in the world’? Cobblers.

Unafraid

Thinking about what I’m about to do in the next few weeks, specifically change continents for the second time in a lifetime, I must confess to being a little stressed, but that stress is all about the small stuff. Things like; can I get to the airport on time, have I packed enough stuff in my carry on for comfort during travel, have I remembered to keep the myriad details of my life up to date so that we can pass untroubled? Is the last meter reading correct? Is the gas off? Are all the forms filled in properly? Hundreds of tiny details. But I’m not stressed about our destination or what we’ll be doing when we get there because we have a plan. A good plan. A workable plan. And I am not afraid.

I’m not afraid of this Pandemic nor of of man made climate change, or any of the other imagined crises the mass media likes to afflict us with. They’re coming across more like conspiracy theorists than the stereotypical tinfoil hat wearer bundled up in a slept-in parka raving about 5G and Chemtrails. Much of the mainstream news, with a little simple research, can be dismissed wholesale. Especially the more notoriously partisan outlets. I say; if the money ain’t moving it probably isn’t anything to fret about. It’s just drama for drama’s sake.

As for Neil Ferguson, the progenitor of the worst possible case pandemic scenario, a little bird tells me that he is heavily invested in one of the companies in the rush to produce a ‘vaccine’ for SARS/COV-2. Mm-hm, money followed and look where it leads.

Yes there are potential risks to our venture, but most of those come from over-zealous enforcement of rules made by badly advised and panicking politicians. I can deal with those by moving purposefully with the right papers in hand, having my lawyers on speed dial and paying the barest lip service to the many counter-intuitive restrictions. So I’m not scared. Exasperated probably, annoyed possibly, mildly worried, frustrated and even angry about the lack of cognition among the greater public perhaps, but frightened? Nah.

Yet I’m definitely not fearless. I actually like and respect fear. Fear is useful because the experience gives you options. It can also be a spur to action rather than make you freeze like a rabbit in the headlights. However, caution is usually a good idea when dealing with the unknown. Now the evidence is out there that this virus is a known risk and the raw numbers say it is a minuscule risk. Ergo fear at this juncture is not warranted.

I’m not afraid because I have learned that fear always makes things worse. All that screaming and shouting is so counter-productive when actions are more important. I swear, my last words on this earth will probably be something like “Oh fuck.” cursing myself for not being vigilant enough. Besides, I’ve spent a good deal of my existence fixing other people’s screw ups, as well as a number of my own. So being familiar with various minor disasters, conflict resolution gets to be second nature and all the drama others like to generate around their pointless little lives just triggers my eye-rolling reflex. Calm, I have learned, can fix almost anything. Calm lets you think, assess the true risks while everyone else is running about like headless chickens getting in the way. Panic makes you witless and prone to screwing up even further. Yes, I’m a member of the awkward squad, so what?

By way of illustration about my membership of the awkward squad, may I recite the following anecdotes; I got kicked out of the Boy Scouts and much to my families endless entertainment and embarrassment, Kindergarten. Bill, you got kicked out of kindergarten? Yes I did because someone’s little darling tried to push me around and I wasn’t in the mood. On my second day no less. Ma turned up and was visibly upset at me being asked to leave. I think there was something about a bloody nose somewhere in the mix, but it’s too long ago and I don’t remember. Honestly officer, I din’t do nuffin.

And I’m willing to bet there are a whole lot of other people out there who aren’t really afraid of this stupid mass panic either. They’re confused by all the craziness pushed by the dramatising, click hungry media, angry even, as am I. But afraid? No.

It’s not difficult to be unafraid. All you have to do is adjust your attitude to risk. Not to be fearful simply because someone tells you to be. Learn to accept the inevitability of pain, which is rarely so bad as imagined. I have old injuries that hurt all the time and slow me down a bit. However I have learned that fear only makes pain seem worse. Physical pain is a whole lot easier to handle than fear. I speak from raw experience.

The people pushing this endless fear need a good stinging slap in the face or two, just to let them know. Yes, you Piers Morgan, you media whore, we’re looking at you. Go to the top of the class and do a header into the playground. I promise not to cheer, much.

Patterns

Still busy clearing house for the big move. Movers are contracted and deposits paid. Paperwork is in order (So far!) and we’re hammering out the fine details. The pieces are falling into place and I find myself on first name terms with the guys at the recycle yard. Oh yes, and a big milestone. We finished disposing of all our unwanted documents yesterday! All the pulping is done. Yay! Everything we need recorded is now in electronic format and can be accessed from backup at a whim. And I have multiple backups and a disaster recovery plan.

As someone who watches markets, I’m always on the lookout for patterns which might indicate where the money is going and what it is doing once it gets there. One of the other things you get used to doing is what the conspiracy theorists do, find coincidences which might indicate that someone in a position of power and privilege is playing fast and loose with what is not rightfully theirs and behaving in a reprehensible manner.

Like with this Covid-19 business. The actual figures indicate this ‘pandemic’ is now endemic in the population. Those who are going to die have mostly died. All else is politics. So there is no sound epidemiological reason to wear a mask any more. Although I was chatting with one of our contacts, who said that masks were like little totems, fetish items, something to hang on to when a complacent belief system is challenged. People are being terrorised by all the conflicted hyperbole out there, and so are using face masks as a statement of compliance. Even if they do look rather ridiculous wearing surgical masks whilst driving along the highway with all the windows closed.

The most interesting series of events are those surrounding the Epstein case. It is becoming more readily apparent that there really is no smoke without fire, and certain ruthless people with political power and privilege have been abusing not only their power, but also those too young to make informed sexual decisions.

Jeffrey Epstein was (is? some say his death was too convenient, perhaps even staged) a billionaire who was (so it has been widely reported) no great shakes as a Wall Street trader, but a hell of a panderer and blackmailer. Which is how he is alleged to have made his fortune. His parties were notorious events where he would attempt to ensnare the wealthy and connected in a web of sexual corruption, trading the sexual favours of under aged girls for insider information and being sold properties and securities at under market value to sell at a profit later. However, now he is ‘dead’ he is no longer available to incriminate others. No doubt a similar fate awaits Ghislaine Maxwell. Although Epstein probably kept direct knowledge of those he was blackmailing or being blackmailed by away from her, so she could be thrown to the dogs as and when needed. From what I have seen of Ms Maxwell, this has a high likelihood of being true.

Tim Pool has some interesting reportage on the continuing scandal involving the Clintons. But not Trump, despite all the media twatter squawking.

Now I think Epstein was a catspaw, someone who was used in turn as a means of securing soft power over greedy and sexually depraved people. He had a network of people indebted to him and those rich and politically powerful people who in turn he owed his continued existence and wealth to. Anyone who poses a threat to the network of the rich and politically connected perverts he served is still very much likely to be at threat to their life.

What is obvious is that the depraved rich play for keeps, as demonstrated by the recent assassination of a Federal Court Justices son and wounding of her husband after she was assigned a case related to the Epstein farrago. This killing demonstrates that the nerve of the depraved is beginning to break. The alleged gunman is dead, so supposedly cannot point to another link in the chain of evidence. If of course the real gunman did die and not some patsy.

However, with a media, large sections of whom seem determined to run interference for the depraved and politically connected, there seems no way that these high powered criminals will ever be brought to account. The very media appear ideological allies of a political Mafia, loosely affiliated crime family or political Cosa Nostra whose tendrils reach all the way into the depths of world governments and the United Nations.

It is worth noting that these are often the very same people currently telling everyone else what is moral and how to live via their networks. Forever dividing us with their talk of ‘diversity’ and endless race-baiting. Weaponising the deluded. Forever throwing up hobgoblins and bogeymen to keep the majority bamboozled and confused, ensuring they do not realise that they are being lied to. The globalists who want power for power’s sake and if a few individuals get used and abused, hey, they can be bought off, bullied to silence or in extremis disposed of.

This is what I see as the patterns emerge. Too many convergent lines where the hidden stories, like arcane monsters from the deep give notice of where and what they are with a swirl in the news cycle that arises then disappears. Then there are too many people who have been telling us not to see the evidence of our own eyes. Using our own institutions against us. Telling us that criticism of their ‘truth’ is ‘hate speech’. Well, the patterns are there and there are now too many to disavow their existence.

What happens next is going to get really interesting.

Black lives murderers?

Dear Black Lives Matter,

There are murderers in your midst. Someone who is killing innocent black (and other ethnicity) people in your name. Which in old time legal circles would mean that you, including those who give your organisation moral or financial support, are accessories to murder. And it’s no good saying “It was nothing to do with me!” because you, weak politicians and your media panderers helped create the disorder allowing these murders to be done. 30 so far in your wonderful revolution. Shot, beaten to death or burned alive by you and your Antifa allies. Think about that. Most of them ‘black’.

Thirty lives is your body count so far, and that’s only the people you have killed directly, never mind the suicides over smashed neighbourhoods and lost jobs and businesses. We may never know the full extent of the collateral damage you have caused. So I ask; was George Floyd worth it?

You talk about all the ethnic lives taken by Police as justification for such bloody acts, and of the crime of slavery in the west that was ended over a hundred and fifty years ago, but when taken in sober reality, those lives ended in Police custody were already forfeit. Not, as you claim, for their skin colour, but for the crime of stupidity. That and the crimes of disorder, of threat and endangerment to others. Of being off their faces on controlled substances like Methamphetamine which can make even the slightest figure difficult for law enforcement to control without lethal means. Of already being sick, yet using controlled substances as a prop, then coming over all surprised when the inevitable happens. What happened to George Floyd, seen in the cold light of day, was a tragedy. Albeit one of his own making.

There is nothing remotely admirable in killing over such people as Floyd, of whatever skin colour. Nothing worth raising a single decibel in protest. They let their own side down. They hurt their own communities the worst. Which is why certain neighbourhoods need the Police more than anyone else. Which is why I say that violent BLM protesters and rioters make ‘black lives’ matter less, not more. Because that is who these ‘protests’, riots by any other name, harm the most.

You, BLM, Antifa and associates will cheerfully kill your ‘own’ and anyone else who disagrees. You have made it known that this is the case, so therefore you are guilty of murder, by association and as accessories. And anyone saying that calling out of these killings constitutes a ‘hate crime’ is also complicit in that slaughter, regardless of the colour of the victims skin.

Also complicit, the media voices who cover up for you, weak politicians who direct Police not to intervene in a timely manner, celebrities who pay rioters’ bail. The weak minded ‘taking a knee’. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Murderers and accessories all. Innocent blood is on the hands of your mob and its supporters. This also means you.

J’accuse.

Please note, even ‘milquetoast fence sitter’ US news commentator Tim Pool is outraged.

Much too late

Today I am beset with the joys of filling in customs and insurance forms. Movers have had their deposit and we’re waiting to see if the documents we are sending will be enough for the Customs guys.

Now I hear that certain jurisdictions, including the UK, are making the wearing of face masks mandatory in shops and stores. Which made me go ‘WTF’. This is surprising and a definite case of bolting the stable door long after the horse has wandered off, been horsenapped and turned up as prime steaks in a Belgian restaurant.

The problem with masks is that they aren’t much good if a given virus has already whistled through a population and most have now had it, which is what the actual figures tell us. The decision is much too much and far too late. Or are governments trying to prop up the mask making business? Which also makes no sense.

Even surgical and N95 masks have limited facility. As for those stylish cloth face nappies a lot of people have taken to wearing, as has been repeatedly pointed out, these are worse than useless if not washed thoroughly after every single use then kept in a sterile bag until needed.

The cloth mask, or ‘face nappy’, collects expired air with all the bacteria and viruses hosted in your sinuses and mouth then concentrates them, increasing what epidemiologists call the ‘viral load’, also increasing the amount of CO2 you breathe in and is generally less of a good idea than stuffing your face into a used babies diaper.

The stupidity of it all should amaze me, but no. Perhaps I was getting jaded. However, a small spark of good news is a reversal of cancel culture over the unjust sacking of Nick Buckley over his criticism of the Marxist led Black Lives (Don’t) Matter scourge. Over here at Chez Sticker we are told that Nick has been reinstated as CEO at Mancunian Way charity. He should never have been fired in the first place.

The trustees responsible for his unjust sacking have all resigned, a new board has been appointed and Nick is back at work from this morning. The Twatter ‘blue check mark’ hate mob have lost this one. May it be the first of many defeats for them. They have wielded far too much unearned power for too long. A little good news for once.

Never mind the NHS

Looking across the pond, I’m disturbed to see a media and government driven fetishisation of our respective health services. By that I mean;

fetishise (UK)

or American fetishize (ˈfɛtɪʃˌaɪz )
VERB
(transitive)
to be excessively or irrationally devoted to (an object, activity, etc)

Derived forms;
fetishization (ˌfetishiˈzation) or fetishisation (ˌfetishiˈsation) NOUN

Is it me or are the UK NHS, and the One size fits all Canadian Healthcare systems being subjected to an unhealthy (Anyone else get the irony?) and obsessive Greek chorus when there are other, far superior healthcare systems in the world? Frankly the whole business makes me worried. It’s obsessive and completely over the top.

The last time I felt this way about what should be quite a mundane support system, like getting your drains cleared or other bits fixed, was that frankly weird squirm-inducing dance routine dreamed up by Danny Boyle for the last UK Olympics. See video below.

Now I’ve worked for the UK NHS, and also over here as a volunteer and part time employee of the Vancouver Island Health Authority. Hospitals and health clinics to me are necessary places, but no more worthy of the hysteria currently being demonstrated than say, calling out an emergency plumber. My taxes pay for the service they provide and the best they are going to get out of me is a sincere thank you when a job is well done. Anything more strikes me as cringe-inducing and more than slightly creepy.

My approval of what medical staff do on a day to day service is no more than what is due to any other type of service provider. Their competence will engender my respect because that is earned. Respect is due for the years of training it takes to get qualified, but this placing an institution on a national pedestal is somewhat disturbing. Yes the front line individuals are doing a tough job, but it’s what they signed up for as medical professionals on their very first day of training.

There’s something strange going on. We’re being subjected to what feels like a massive snow job. I for one am very unhappy with this state of affairs. Never mind our health services, there’s something unpleasant under the surface and I’m not sure what it is, but I sure as hell don’t like it.

Bring on the dancing monkeys

I really am going to ditch my FT subscription. The financial information I need to keep ahead of the curve is currently too often buried by a great steaming heap of poorly informed, but very well written op-eds. As for the rest of the press, I’m more inclined to read the National Enquirer or Fortean Times for serious information at the moment. Dear me. The BBC is a joke. The Times and Telegraph aren’t much better than the Wail. The Guardian is full of clickbait op-eds. CNN, MSNBC etc are too busy taking pot shots at Trump. The main Canadian media channels are bought and paid for by our taxes, so they’re little better than trolls or bots. When it comes to real news it’s like the western mass media is in some alternate reality.

Listening to a Q & A session from 10 Downing Street and later another from the White House, I was struck by ‘Journalists’ attempts to finger point and assign blame rather than dig out the real numbers, which is where any worthwhile information resides. It seems that we are poorly served by our mass media, who currently resemble a crowd of dancing monkeys, each desperate for their moment to please and garner a few pennies in their cap whilst delivering nothing of real value.

Then there are desperate for attention ‘celebrities’, virtue signalling and lecturing the rest of us from their fan bases without actually helping out. Some preferring to sing that idiotic Lennon song ‘Imagine’ on a YouTube video, pretending to show us mere mortals that they ‘care’ (Yeah, right). Lennon’s tune is a pleasant enough sequence of notes, but otherwise completely vacuous. It really is like being lectured at and talked down to. And I for one don’t care about air head ‘celebrity’ politics or morals because both derive from a moral vacuum. They can roll around in a cloud of cocaine until their noses rot and bugger each other senseless as far as I’m concerned, but so long as it happens behind closed doors and I’m not expected to like or pay for it, have fun guys.

By way of contrast, might I point to the example of James McAvoy, actor, who has donated GBP 275,000 of his own money to an organisation equipping NHS frontline staff with masks, then rolling up his sleeves and volunteering. Much Kudos and respect to that man. It’s his money. Besides, volunteering will get him an excuse to be out of the house with something worthwhile to do whilst this emergency is on. The fact that such a donation will also be tax-deductible is fine by me.

Speaking of tax, my bill has almost tripled this year, which I’m not totally ecstatic about. This is because Mrs S and I made quite a bit on investments in the last tax year. Unfortunately much of these profits have since evaporated in the current economic downturn. So effectively we’re back where we started at the end of last year. Notwithstanding, I’ve still got my ‘walkaway money’ and our investments will recover, but in the meantime the taxman takes his bite regardless, so I’m down. Significantly. Even though I’ll make it all back and then some in the next 6-12 months.

Nobody likes losing money through no fault of their own, least of all me. But here we are.

Little Blackface needs our money to buy that seat on the UN Security council. Although with the (local) price of gasoline down to under a dollar a litre at present, which is about 56p / litre! You heard me, Fifty six pence per litre, he might have to wait a while for that extra carbon tax money. For example, up province in Prince George, the price of 87 octane has dropped to under seventy five cents a litre, which translates at current exchange rates at 43p GBP (forty three pence) per litre, although I’m not driving that far for cheap gas. By comparison, in December 2019 we were paying 1.40 a litre (80p / litre). All I have to say is, long may the Russo-Saudi oil price war continue. That price war, more than the Wu-flu or mishandling rail blockades by NGO’s posing as First Nations could well be the deciding factor in Trudeau’s well deserved downfall.

Although you’ll never hear that from most of the bought and paid for dancing monkeys. Never mind about the Wu-flu plague.

Quick financial tip; watch for a series of possible (Probable) sovereign debt defaults by certain African nations. They’re deeply in hock to the Chinese and European banks who are all over extended in that region. That is where the next financial crisis will be coming from.

As for the reports of China ‘opening up’ and coming out of lockdown, the Indian English language site video below paints a very different picture. Even if it is someone else’s propaganda.

(Watch this space. Someone is playing silly buggers with YouTube shares – fixing)

The fear factor

While crunching numbers, as I am wont to do because it’s what I earn a crust doing, I was listening to a Timeline documentary on YouTube, where the narrator was telling the tale of the Black Death and the social changes it helped bring about.

The thing that resonated with me was the various fanatic cults that arose during those times, even before the plague arrived in their locale. Convinced that the plague was the wrath of God (Although God has told me he did try to tell them about having a good wash now and then, but no-one was listening – as usual), certain groups of people turned to that good old standby of, instead of trying to deal with their personal hygiene issues and stop killing the cats that kept the rats down, chose self flagellation. That’s right, they went about the streets crying “Woe, woe, we’re all doomed” whilst lashing their own backs with a knout, a nasty sort of cat of nine tails with metal bits sewn into the whip ends. It is said these groups of ‘Flagellants’ as they were known, whipped themselves so hard that their blood would spatter street walls as they passed. It did not save them. In their self-weakened state, most perished.

So it is that I see the “Not my Prime Minister” and anti BREXIT campaigners, driven by their own fear, choose to roam the streets crying “We’re all doomed!” and getting under everyone else’s feet. Rather like the silly ‘Extinction rebellion’ protesters. They achieve nothing and are wasting their own and everyone else’s time. Rather like the flagellants of medieval times. They lack the reasoning ability to connect cause with effect themselves, so in ignorance devolve into a hideously primitive groupthink.

Unfortunately, Youngest is counted amongst their number. Which is a disappointment. I thought she’d learned about people who keep themselves down by being the authors of their own undoing, and that there are no saviours our there. According to her, they’re all apparently terrified that those nasty mustachio-twirling Tories are going to go around gloating over all the “Aha! Some poor people to torment, har-har me proud beauties!” You know, the working people who the Limp Dems and Islington Labour don’t really care about. Except when getting their vote in to support a bunch of unemployables like Corbyn.

What I saw during the campaign was Bojo, the UK’s very unclownish Prime Monster, going around, getting his hands dirty on the shop floor. Which is something I can respect rather than the opposition whose sole electioneering approach was gladhanding activists and loyalists while mostly ignoring the electorate or beating them over the head with scare stories, earnestly trying to re-educate any recalcitrant voter and crying “Vote for us, or the Tories will eat your babies.”. That and calling anyone who didn’t agree with them immediately unpleasant names. Well done chaps. Did it work? No prizes for giving the correct answer.

The thing is that neither BREXIT nor minor variations in the Earth’s climate are going to be harmful. Now they could be, but only if people refuse to rise to the challenge of a bit of extra sunshine rain or snow, or cling to the notion that a bunch of people who have never worked in the private sector over the channel know better than local people with their noses to the grindstone, fixing problems as they arise. Seriously, the immediate future contains more opportunity than threat. At least for the UK.

All the public moaning and groaning from the defeated are like a bunch of mardy teenagers who Mum and Dad have finally called ‘time’ on are achieving precisely nothing. All the Slebs whining like kicked bitches instead of claiming a little grown up dignity and facing their mistakes likewise. Although Lily Allen’s tactic of bursting into tears and sobbing ‘vote Labour’ has given a lot of people a bit of a giggle. It’s not that we’re unkind, it’s just that it’s funny to see all these people who think because they are good at entertaining have any idea about how the world really works.

So all these British slebs who didn’t get their way are going to leave the UK? Yeah, right. But where to? Surely not to that hell hole the Trump-infested US of A? No? Well the Yanks just dodged a bullet there. To the cultural backwater that is Canada? Mm, only if they’re happy to play to the odd bilingual Moose and a couple of puzzled bears. Australia? Watch out for the big hairy spiders and the Salties, not forgetting the deadly drop bears and one extremely unfriendly sheep near Brisbane. Heaven forfend that these ungracious slebs might have to learn another language. Even if they had the brains.

The truth is, as I pointed out to our young companions whilst we were visiting London, despite the odd knife attack, the western world is safer than it has been for quite some time, if ever. Fewer deaths from disease, wars, and even extreme weather events (Explanation here). Fewer road deaths. Indeed, fewer deaths from everything, apart from those claiming a Darwin Award, (Sightseeing on erupting volcanoes and suchlike).

Most of us are living longer and healthier lives to the point where getting a message from HM Queen to centenarians now has to be semi automated. That’s right, more people than ever before in the western world are making three digits, elderly friend included. Even if her wits are somewhere west of their preferred location.

Indeed. it’s getting to the point where pension payouts won’t begin until you’re eighty. Not that it’s a bad thing. One of my cousins just picked up his last P45 at age 79. Wound up his business and was last heard of travelling eastern Europe. Similarly I expect not to officially ‘retire’ until 70. Not that I really mind. Even then I’ll find something to make a few extra bucks on the side. Trusting for state pensions to be your sole source of income in your frail dotage is not a brilliant idea. Personally, I have two pensions in the offing, Mrs S has three and that’s without factoring in our investments. Having lost three pension funds over the years, (2 pots raided by New Labour, one when the company I worked for went belly up big time) I’ve become very cautious about those Ponzi schemes and nowadays employ a broker, an accountant and a lawyer to keep my investments secure. They earn their money.

Oh well, it might not be such a short life after all, and we will have to find our merriment where we may.

That’s interesting…..

You know how you come across certain snippets of information and your head just nods and you do a big internal “Oh wow. That makes sense.” I had such a moment this morning when I heard about a Swedish drug company donating the sum of a hundred grand to the UK Liberal Democrat party. “Okay Bill.” You might say. “Foreign companies donate to political parties all over the world. Big deal.”

Well sort of, and don’t get me wrong I’m inclined to agree, but when it is a particular drug company which is the major supplier of puberty blockers, you might be forgiven for putting two and two together. The two halves of this little equation being the upsurge of the transgender agenda with its surprisingly smooth intrusion into public education, the Limp Dems being very much on board with the whole identity politics thing and the possible financial benefits to the drug company concerned. Not that I approve of foreign interventions in individual nation states, but money is money, politicians are permanently on sale, and a bribe is a bribe, no matter it’s format. Arms companies used to do it all the time because that’s the way certain cultures did and still do business.

Meanwhile, back on my original topic, I was thinking thus; drugs cost a lot, tens, sometimes hundreds of millions to develop, but the applications of puberty blockers are very limited. Ergo there is a smaller market for said drugs than something mainstream, like painkillers for example. Early onset puberty can prove difficult, not only for an underage child, but also for parents and anyone within their social circle. However, early onset puberty to the degree that puberty blockers are required was once a very rare phenomenon. Nowadays we are told that such things are on the increase. Some claim this phenomenon is due to ‘Gender bending’ chemicals like those found in cheap soaps, certain types of plastic food containers and cheap Teflon. Other, more credible studies cite social and racial influences for early onset puberty. Whoops! forgot the trigger warning there. Oh well, can’t be helped. Don’t shoot the messenger etc.

However, there is another, and more sinister agenda here. All of a sudden there are a lot of surprisingly well funded and connected NGO’s and pressure groups pushing an associated use for such puberty blockers via their activist agendas.

Money is coming from somewhere to fund a very small number of vociferous activists who some, even of their own kind, are loath to be associated with. Could it be that the activists have been taking a sly backhander from the company who supply the drugs used to begin a soi-disant ‘trans’ children’s descent into their own bleak futures? Because the perverted activists who have infiltrated the Anglophone education system are pushing vulnerable children that way? Just to increase sales of an expensive drug to vulnerable young people who only think they need it?

Jesus H Christ on a bike! Surely no-one’s that cold bloodedly callous, are they? Are they?

Will this be the next Thalidomide scandal?

Excuse me. I think I’m feeling very nauseous…..