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Canada’s Death penalty

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 savings to 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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Egg-citement

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

Arrrrgggghhhhh!!!!

Random weather events

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.

Next step

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.

Hi ho.

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.

Windy day

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.

Straightening up

Still sleeping in shifts, but I’m getting more of it in bigger tranches, which seems to help. The fogginess and distractedness has faded like morning mist to be replaced with my more sharply focussed usual self. Oddly enough, a gargle with warm salty water before bed seems to help with my snoring issue.

Right. Regarding these threatened Winter power cuts. There’s even a plan for implementing them, although I haven’t found the one for Ireland. However, In the UK it’s the ESEC (Electricity Supply Emergency Code) which tells you that when the plan is implemented, who gets cut off for how long and where. (Page 18 of the plan has the schedule) No idea what it is for Ireland, but now I know there is a plan somewhere, it might be worth having a dig.

Watch the legal blogger Black Belt Barrister explain the outline below. At least if you do a little judicious reading you’ll know when you might have to get the timers reset and when to make sure you’ve got enough cosy clothes to snuggle up in. Or go and stay with friends or family in another area. You could even go get Grandma and have them over for a night or two instead of letting them freeze alone.

For my part, I have already made my preparations, backup power etc. and maybe a small investment in a UPS backup and some decent battery reading lights might save you a whole lot of grief. A stock of candles might not be such a bad idea. The Germans are levelling whole bloody forests at the moment to ensure their lights don’t go out.

Today being a planning day, as all Sundays are, I’m taking a time out to measure up to convert one of my sheds into a semi greenhouse by putting a lot of the old glass from the old windows we had replaced into frames and making an open lean to shed into a half glass enclosed space and looking at building a couple of home made solar collectors. It’s just at the feasibility study stage, but not beyond my capabilities.

We know the hard times are upon us, and a sensible man takes steps to stave off the worst, should it occur. Not stand around whickering “They wouldn’t do that, would they?” – oh yes ‘they’ would. Our politicians brought us here with all their nutty Net Zero plans and pointless lockdowns.

Forewarned is forearmed. Good luck all.

Ladders and snakes

Not a well cat at the moment. Cracked a tooth from tip to gum a couple of weeks ago and had it pulled last week, so I’ve had a fairly unhappy time of late. Mrs S tells me she’s worried about me, as I’ve been sleeping very badly, often pacing the ground floor like a disgruntled bear in the wee hours. Too tired to watch anything, but not shattered enough to get my head down and catch some much needed Zeds. Which has left me functioning badly.

Mrs S bullied me into going to the Quack because she says I’m “Not on my game”. Which is a bit of an understatement. A visit which led (So far) to a full range of blood tests and general once over. Something is definitely off but nothing obvious. Blood pressure is in the normal range (Systolic under 130) and apart from the tiredness and distractedness I don’t feel so bad. Just the usual aches and pains from old injuries. I put my current malaise down to long term stress and what my lady wife calls ‘sleep apnoea’, a.k.a. my snoring which often earns me a prod in the ribs at night, thus depriving me of repose, which doesn’t help.

Mrs S has also been deriving great amusement of late from the old one liner; “What lasts longer? A gobstopper or a UK Prime Minister?” My money is on the gobstopper whilst Blue Labour, let’s face it, they’re not proper Tories, tie themselves in knots following the external intervention that sent the bond market into a tailspin.

The ban on fracking has been re-introduced, meaning people will freeze because gas has to come from somewhere. ‘Renewables’ just won’t cut it when the wind doesn’t blow nor the sun shine. Along with a lot more educated and intelligent people I’ve been blarting on about this for years, but those in power think the big green is a vote winner. They’re about to find out the hard way. All it takes is one of the usual Winter ‘Omega blocks’, and those much vaunted wind turbines won’t product a volt.

It doesn’t matter. The Tories are toast anyway. Normal tribal voting for the usual suspects (Tories, Labour, LimpDems, Greens) won’t bring surcease from the current mess. The rest of the world is in the same bucket, heading to hell following the impossible green dream. Oh, and if anyone tells you it’s all to do with the Russians, laugh at them.

All anyone can hope for is to come out in one piece. If we’re really pushed, there’s a well on our property, it won’t take long to build a wood burner for cooking and hot clean water, as well as a bit of distilling for trade, and we should be okay. I’ve done the whole bathing in cold water thing in the late 70’s, and what I learned was this; not doing it again, not on my watch.

I’ve heard it said that civilisations are like a big game of snakes and ladders. We in the West have climbed the ladders so very, very far but unless we all get a grip and drop the insane Green and Woke politics garbage we’re about to find out exactly where the bottom of the snake is.

Nuts

Busy rearranging the contents of sheds now that the trades are more or less finished. Paint fumes are dissipating and should have faded by November so I can breathe again.

There’s leaky roofs to plug, a number of other things to fix after the recent bit of windy weather.

On the plus side, my hives seem to have stood up to the last blow reasonably well, although I’m inclined to put another brick on top of each of them and a couple at the bottom of the stands, just to make sure. A couple of guy ropes linked to ground anchors should also keep my insect workforce from being upended in the middle of the night during the current equinoctially inclement weather.

However, the forecast for tonight is mild, so I can deal with all the other jobs my little smallholding throws my way. Tomatoes need picking, even though they’re mostly still green. The raised beds need clearing for re-seeding. Apart from the Asparagus plants. They need a couple of years before they’re ready to cut, so I’ll leave them alone and just weed.

I see the UK is being forced to climb down on all the planned tax cuts after being threatened by the IMF. Shame. Most of people’s earnings disappear before they even hit their wage packets, and until IR35 gets repealed, running a personal company won’t be all that practical unless you’ve got multiple clients. If you’re a one man band, like I once was, forget it

Then there are the climate change nutjobs, spoiled middle class assholes determined to disrupt everyone’s lives until the UK is driven to freezing penury. There have been a few incidents where commuters have pulled them off the road but until they suffer the full consequences of their actions, nothing will happen.

Then there’s Chinese effing cops rioting in Manchester UK. What do the Police do about foreign agents on British soil? Apparently not a lot. Maybe most of them were too busy policing ‘mean tweets’ at the time, yes? I mean, just when you think the old country couldn’t get any nuttier, it does.

What with out of control energy costs, a perverted transgender ideology being pushed in schools, panics over next to nothing while real problems like illegal immigration get ignored. Moving out to the wilder west of Ireland may have been the smartest thing I’ve ever done. This has the air of getting worse before it all comes crashing down.

What the cure is for this disease, I have no idea. Well, actually I do, but it won’t be pretty. Not pretty at all.

Still moving in

Well, the painters are almost all finished. Hopefully they’ll have done by the end of tomorrow. I won’t be sorry, even if they’re as nice a bunch of lads as you could come across, but mainly because the paint fumes will begin to subside and my cough will have an excuse to go away.

Of course this means Mrs S will still be fussing over what goes on what wall when and finessing the rug positioning, but that will go on well past our next state visit when ‘North’ comes over for Christmas.

The big news here at Chez Maison Sticker is that I have cracked meringue. After years of ending up with awful soggy slop on top of my apple and lemon tarts, I have finally found how to create the crunchy crusty pavlova type sweetness from thoroughly whipped (Ooh Matron!) egg whites, lemon juice and caster sugar.

For each egg white you will require a half teaspoon of lemon juice and 50g (A shade under 2 ounces). And an electric hand whisk, or this will be very hard work, or a good excuse to work up bit of body heat during one of the threatened power brownouts soon to be coming our way.

Very simple; whip the whites and add the sugar and lemon juice until you have a creamy froth that stands up on its own. Bung onto greaseproof paper in an oven preheated to gas mark 2 / 150 Celsius / 302 Fahrenheit. Turn oven down to gas mark 1 / 140 Celsius / 280 Fahrenheit immediately after closing the door. Now go away for an hour and a quarter. Upon your return, switch off the oven and let it cool for a couple of hours until your oven is cold. Then, and only then, remove the whisked whites. Do not open the oven before then.

Upon retrieval, there should be a residual gooiness in the centre, but the rest should be crisp, sweet and crunchy as sin. They’re that good that Mrs S has forbidden me to do meringues more than once a month.

What else? The Pfizer mRNA debacle continues. See below. We’ve been, as I have so often said, misinformed, our simple liberties trashed because vested interests had a product to sell. Now people are asking questions, more importantly EU politicians are asking questions.

Now all we need are some truthful answers, which I suspect we already know the answers to. By the way, here’s a word we should all get used to using more when referring to the hand wavers and misinformers.

betray

 verb (bi/trey)

Examples

  1.  to give information about somebody/something to an enemy
    •  betray somebody/something He was offered money to betray his colleagues.
    •  the politician betrayed his voters by denying their freedom

Noun: Betrayal

Past tense: Betrayed

The Germans have a wonderfully Teutonic word; Verraten.

Oh well, the fallout begins. Now you can’t say you don’t live in interesting times, can you?

Cancel culture

Well, two can play at that game. Both my PayPal accounts are now closed. Not that I’ve been making any use of them of late.

For me it was their attack on Toby Youngs Free Speech Union that made me perform the long overdue chore to get rid of both moribund accounts. Not the “We will nick $2,500 from your accounts if you say anything we don’t like online” policy that got leaked by some fat fingered fool. Which I think is a straw in the wind, showing how their minds work.

As a platform, I always felt that PayPal took too much and offered too little in return. For anything new I’ll just use my regular credit cards and accounts. There’s no point in keeping an avenue open that can be summarily used against you at someone else’s whim. Any financial service that threatens to cut your account because it doesn’t like your politics isn’t worth spit to me. Money should be free of politics. It should be the means of exchange, nothing more.

As for ‘misinformation’ or ‘disinformation’, most of the misinformation I see is from the institutions and those who PayPal claims authority, not from any reputable immunologist or even some pleb down the pub.

The information about the mRNA ‘vaccines’ for example. Who has been the biggest purveyor of bad information? Who insisted their vaccines would limit spread significantly? Who never tested for this? Who stopped doctors using cheap anti-viral treatments and instead mandated intubation and steroids (There’s a kill or cure treatment). Take your time. Don’t even start me on masks or lockdowns. Although I’ve said my piece on those many times before. The very people PayPal et al cites as unimpeachable sources.

Well, PayPal has been one of the Silicon Valley Greek chorus which has worked as the enforcement arm of big Government and the big pharmaceutical companies. Without their “We know best” attitude we’d have dodged two major bullets, firstly the current inflationary crisis caused by governments paying people not to work and splurging huge amounts of cash on insufficiently tested treatments, also the epidemic of ‘vaccine’ side effects currently coming at us like a train with no brakes.

COVID would be way behind us in the rear view mirror of history without their interventions. Like the ’68 Asian flu or any of the dozen or so respiratory epidemics since then. As for the comparison between the ‘Spanish’ flu epidemic, that’s not comparing like for like. 21st century westerners are cleaner, better housed and fed then in the early years of the last century, all of which would naturally mitigate the effects of any comparative disease. People living in unhygienic conditions with poor nutrition, as many people were in the early 20th century, tend to be immunocompromised.

But none of this matters to the chief disinformers, The TV talking heads and the clickbait hungry editorial staff behind them. Nor to the weak politicians who sentenced hundreds of thousands to an untimely death by mistaking the media and mathematical modellers for reputable sources.

So I’m not going to shed any tears over PayPal’s possible demise. True, it was one of Musk’s better brainchildren, but like with so much of Silicon Valley it has outgrown it’s usefulness, becoming infested with a philosophy that thinks it knows better than everyone else. Along with all their ‘fake checkers’ who will twist facts into a moebius parody to exonerate those they share an ideology with.

Maybe when all their money runs out, all these left coasters will find a welcoming place on the streets. The same faeces infested sidewalks their point of view helped create. That might be justice of a sort.

Maybe that time is closer than we think, according to this YouTuber;

Back again

The trades are back, finishing up the work we’ve asked them to do. It’s the painters turn at the moment and the house is thick with paint fumes despite all the windows open, I’m busy fussing over small jobs while the weather is cutting up rough, and Mrs S is busy rearranging things and choosing rugs and blinds.

While my kitchen and downstairs are more or less out of bounds, I’m doing a little planning for a UK road trip sometime in early 2023. Just a few scenic places in the UK I haven’t been or just whooshed through. Plenty of one or two night stopovers in the South and up through the Midlands to western Scotland, meandering up and around the roads less travelled. Maybe family visits if anyone is still talking to me.

I’m thinking of maybe the Swindon end of the Ridgeway first and work my way East and North into the Fenlands, back West, then North and East again, then back across the Pennines and North to the western Isles and back into Norn Island thence braving the storms of Donegal and home again.

At this point it’s just a speculative exercise. We may just decide to amble down to the Med via la belle France instead, pausing to pick daisies as we go. Meandering along Plane tree shaded N and D routes, using our creaky French, sampling the local wines and foods, and letting the locals practice their equally creaky English on us. Just an off-season jaunt before the business of the growing year gets underway in March, and I need to get planting.

That reminds me, my UK passport needs renewal, even though my other passports are valid. One of the things about being an Expat, you tend to acquire passports and citizenships in your travels. They all need renewing and perhaps cancelling as circumstance dictates. It’s also quite useful, because you don’t need to fuss around with visa’s quite so much. One passport will get you in easily to one country while another might not be so welcomed. So, you choose whichever passport gets you into the fast lane through passport control. It’s just a convenience.

Talking of the future, despite all the hand waving, I am forming the opinion that the world is not ending. The pound is in the process of bouncing back against the Euro and Dollar. All right, the Canadian Dollar is in a nosedive, but we’ve pretty much sold all that we’re going to sell of anything over there for the moment. When Canadians finally vote out the idiot liberals and that shithead Trudeau, maybe their lives will improve.

Any old road up, despite the provocation of having their pipelines blown up, I think the Russki’s are too smart to throw all their nuclear toys out of the pram, despite what the lamestream say. The Russians are smart enough to know disrupting their gas supply will drive a wedge through NATO and take the Western pressure off, so we can all stop worrying about the last big boom. Unless the Biden administration stage something. I wouldn’t put it past them right at this moment. Because a lot of what this administration are up to is all shadows and market manipulation. For a wider discussion, Redacted has an interesting take on the current situation.

Anything else? Locally the price of Diesel is still way too high at around 1.8+ euros a litre and Unleaded just a little below. This is despite crude oil dropping to below USD$80 a barrel recently, which is a more usual price.

Which, knowing what I do about markets, makes me think that all this ‘Net Zero’ rhetoric is political nonsense designed to enrich politicians and speculators of a certain stripe. Nothing to do with “Saving the planet” because all these shifty types don’t “Own the science” because no one can ‘own’ scientific knowledge. You can either prove a proposition empirically or you can’t. The only ‘proofs’ I’ve seen come from rather dodgy mathematical modelling. Therefore the only possible ‘science’ in ‘Net Zero’ is financial and political. In short, ripping off the general population to benefit those who don’t need any more.

No wonder those in power don’t want opposing views to be heard.

The real granny killers

Mrs S has a dose of the dreaded lurgi, a SARS/COV-2 infection, courtesy I think of baby sister in law who came to visit even though she was coughing and spluttering. So, I’m busy keeping my other half cool, medicated and resting. Not that I’m that worried. Mrs S is a robust woman who will slough this latest illness off like she has everything else.

This may play ducks and drakes with her upcoming hospital appointments, but the restraints are off (leg & knee brace etc), and it’s only for physio anyway. Fresh air, good food and gentle exercise will pull her through with ease. It’s ironic really, because she’s had the booster shots and I have steadfastly refused to do so. So, it is what it is.

I see all the crazy green dreams of ‘Net Zero’ are starting to crumble, despite the insanity of places like Oxford and elsewhere hamstringing their local economies with pointless traffic restrictions. Newsflash kiddies. If people can’t get in to buy things, your city centres will rot from the inside out. Trade needs goods to move to be bought and sold. If the goods don’t move, the money gradually stops, and places become wasteland.

What ‘Net Zero’ also does is kill. Mainly old people on fixed incomes who can’t afford the skyrocketing bills caused by Net Zero policies and the pointless lockdowns. For the rabid greenies, well they don’t care that your elderly parent will freeze to death in the dark. Their empty headed fanaticism will result in thousands of deaths because, contrary to their beliefs, reality tells us that there is no empirically proven causal link between human emissions of Carbon Dioxide and weather The claimed correlation only exists in the output of bad theoretical models and the crazed ravings of rent seekers. I’ve looked at the source data and model output. There’s nothing there.

The rabid greenies, fraidy cat NIMBY’s and their insistence that wind and solar are more use than a chocolate teapot, will be directly responsible for people freezing to death. People like the loathsome Extinction rebellion and their protest splinter groups will be directly to blame for people starving in the dark. But what do you expect from the kind of ‘woke’ idiots who can’t even tell a man from a woman? Bozo’s.

You didn’t have to be a genius or a prophet to see this motorway pile up of an economic car crash coming. It’s so obvious that anyone with two brain cells to rub together can see it. Yet the cosseted urbanites of the rabid green faction, living off borrowed money the rest of us are going to have to repay, can’t.

Lifting the ban on fracking will help. The panics about seismicity are just that, empty panics. The ‘earthquakes’ associated with fracking are at worst magnitude two point five, which no one will notice because it’s below the range of human perception. These ‘quakes caused by settling as rock strata give up their oil and gas can only be detected by seismographs. Having experienced several over magnitude three I can tell you it’s like having a heavy truck roll by the house. A saucer might rattle, or a picture tilt, but that’s all. Mining subsidence from badly maintained mothballed mine tunnels can lead to far worse subsidence. A dryer than usual Summer or much wetter Winter can lead to far more ground shifting. Hardly grounds for killing the poor and elderly.

Now 1200+ scientists have signed a ‘world climate declaration‘ stating that there is ‘no climate emergency’. Unfortunately this body of scientific opinion will be ignored even after people start to die. Rather like the ‘Great Barrington Declaration‘ (With almost a million signatories) devised by well qualified immunologists and researchers is still being ignored by much of the political class, many of whom have blood on their hands over both climate and pandemic. Their policies are already killing more people than they ‘save’. Either from denial of treatment or putting a stranglehold on reasonably priced energy, or more directly from inappropriate use of badly tested ‘vaccines’ and ‘renewables’ not delivering in the depths of winter.

For me, I saw this coming a long time ago and have been taking steps to protect those I care for. Insulation. Affordable fuel. Alternate sources of food. The money we squirreled away for our frail dotage has been invested carefully, and as soon as Mrs S is back in action it’ll be full steam ahead.

The granny killers are not going to take us without a fight.

Could, if, therefore

I think I’m having to give up on growing any brassicas after losing all my precious plants to cabbage white caterpillars. I mean totally wiped out. Broccoli, Cabbages, Pak Choy, everything vaguely brassica-ish. Leaves chewed to a filigree, almost to the stalk. Well, at least until I can sort out some garlic and soap spray for the next planting. My onions, tomatoes and beets on the other hand are in fine fettle. Salad stuff is kind of okay, but some of it has ‘bolted’ due to the weather and me not sorting out some shading for my salad greens.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but at the time of planting I was sans-Interweb, and so unable to source the advice of the many gardening gurus out there. That situation has been remedied and I am looking forward to a more successful planting and growing season of Winter veg. Of course, I have been barraged with advice, much of it contradictory and counter intuitive, however, wheat is being sorted from chaff and I will need to evolve a different planting plan for all my green stuff.

Speaking of the future, father of the atomic model, Niels Bohr was once quoted as saying; “Prediction is very difficult, especially if it’s about the future!” I had no way of predicting that a blast of hot air sweeping in from Europe this year would affect us this far west, but it is what it is and my mind has been pulled every which way, what with the builders and all.

Temperatures are back to oscillating between 14 and 22 Celsius every other day, and despite all the hand waving about ‘Global Warming’, and how it’s all our fault, the weather remains cooler than usual for August. A petition of 1100 proper scientists saying there’s little, if anything to worry about will not make much headway, especially since the politicians love the drama of ‘saving the world’. Apart from a cold Winter. Then people are going to freeze to death, and you know whose fault that will be? The ‘Climate activists’ who can’t even keep up with real science (Or even look at weather history events from other centuries). And the politicians who made the decisions.

The IPCC report doesn’t help, even though all the claims don’t hold up under even the most cursory scrutiny. The report says that there ‘will’ be an increase in weather disasters, and predicts an increase in same, yet when you get down to it, it’s governed by conditional statements like “Could, if.” Yes well, I could fly by flapping my arms if I grew feathers, and therefore I’d be able to fly like a bird. But as I am unlikely to undergo such a transformation, I’ll be stuck buying an airline ticket and getting bored in an airport queue just like everyone else.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my bees are doing okay, filling out the frames, and with a good nectar flow, I may get a decent crop of honey next week, weather permitting. I’ll have to check the brood box for Queen cells, but as these are young Queens in my hives, the likelihood of swarming is not so great. However, it never hurts to check and do a split if need be. And this is the time of year to do it.

What with having the household upended for over six months, which I also did not foresee when we first made the decision to spend money on refurbishments. But we have adapted and improvised, making the best of a tricky situation. Mrs S got crocked with a nasty dislocation, but she’s on the mend and doing her physio exercises as directed. Definitely didn’t see that one coming, but we’re coping. All things considered it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster.

However, am grimly confident about my assessment from April 2020 that the fallout from the COVID debacle will be worse than the disease ever could be. I take no satisfaction whatsoever in being proven right. Along with a lot of other, far more eminent people who were deliberately ignored and silenced by those claiming that established epidemiological protocols were ‘disinformation’. How was that allowed to happen?

In the beginning the threat of the disease was unknown, but over April 2020 the figures told a more hopeful story, but the politicians ignored the unfolding data in favour of ‘worst case scenario’ data projections. By June 2020 the worst was over, but still the mainstream media and politicians, presumably seeking affirmation from the drama, kept upping the ante. I mean, mask mandates were imposed in August 2020 for crying out loud. Long after the worst was past in June that year. The data was unequivocal. The models told a story at 180 degrees to reality. Yet the model output was used as opposed to empirical data and standard disease control. People were kept indoors when they should have been outdoors getting some fresh air and exercise. Children, those at the lowest risk of all have had their emotional and psychological development severely damaged,

Again, the fault lies with the noisy activists and cowardly politicians. Also with those who had a vested financial interest in mRNA ‘vaccines’ which do not convey much protection compared to a healthy mixed diet, fresh air, sunshine and moderate exercise. Don’t forget the culpability of those using the “Science Denier” and “Conspiracy theorist” pejoratives. They bear much of the blame too. Ignorant, bigoted bastards.

Well the truth isn’t just out there, it’s kicking down our front doors and spitting in our eyes for letting ourselves be treated like cattle. And what’s coming soon is a completely artificial economic depression, caused by the lockdown enthusiasts and those pushing ‘net zero’.

Well I hope they’ll be happy with what happens next, because the rest of us won’t be. Right, I have some trading to do. Catch you later.

The great smash and grab

Well it’s out in the open. The crime of the century. Not content with stripping people of their rights, now certain western governments are coming after their property. Netherlands, Canada, and a whole number of other countries are on board with this, all to ‘save the planet’, which is a bollocks argument. The politicians are even trying to introduce it in Ireland. So sensible people of my acquaintance are laying in long term supplies and hunkering down.

“Yeah, but it’s only farmers. They have too much anyway…” I hear some of you saying, using the cheap ‘Yeah, but it’s only’ argument. The problem with this is that sooner or later those using this argument run out of people to rob and everyone starves. Well, not everyone, just most people. Which may involve you and me incidentally. No farming or farmers means no food. Remember that.

Because once the corrupt can asset strip farmers, how soon will it be until they come after your tiny corner? Because they will. Because they want everything. Of course if you watch the bought and paid for mainstream media, you won’t see a peep, or at best lip service. Only fragments of what those (Temporarily) in charge want you to see.

If you want to see what’s going on, try this Youtube channel. Their coverage is in depth, and as far as I can tell, as unbiased as is possible. Find at this link a sample from June 2022 about the Ukrainian crisis and Ukrainian labs involved in ‘gain of function’ (Making a virus or bacterium more virulent) research. Conspiracy theory? I don’t think so..

The great smash and grab has been underway since before 2019. All the dots line up. Massively over-hyped ‘pandemic’ from a bug cooked up in a US funded Chinese lab (This is proven, not a ‘conspiracy theory’) then finding out that other labs, like those in Ukraine (Oh yes there were) are being funded with the objective of ‘gain of function’ (The documents are all public domain – unless Zelensky ordered them burned).

Now after the ‘pandemic’ comes the ‘great reset’, underpinned by the idiotic ‘save the planet’ meme. I say ‘saving the planet’ is nothing but grand theft world. We’re at serious risk of having our own property stolen by the very people we put in high positions of trust.

At the risk of sounding repetitive, I’ll say it again; neither you, nor I, ‘little people’ can ‘save the planet’. The numbers simply don’t make sense. The so-called ‘theory’ of man made climate change doesn’t make sense.

The ‘physics’ some people like to quote at me in various YouTube comment threads is more full of holes than Swiss cheese. Yet when I pointed out a few salient facts from Engineering college materials science, one commenter (Probably an AI ‘bot) first denied there was such a word as ‘Saturation’ then did a complete mental flip flop to deny that anything, anywhere could get saturated, when it is a well documented phenomenon. I even quoted peer reviewed scientific studies at them, but no, they weren’t having that and in the end I had to walk away. These things just aren’t worth the blood pressure.

If this continues, we might just have to eject the eejits like the Sri Lankans just did. The UN cannot be trusted either, they’re in this, up to their well coiffed hairlines. Nor can the USA, less so under Trump but definitely not under Biden or the Democrats.

Watch the videos, read the links. It’s all there, from reputable sources too. I call what is going on the great smash and grab. Catchy, yes?

It wasn’t too hard to see the inflation and economic damage coming. All you had to do was stop, take a breath and look.