Tradition

How can it be that we dare censure China's ethnic cleansing of Tibet by massive mmigration

We had it lucky

At least the Romans had the good sense to go back to the warm South leaving this dismal island to

• The Fury of the Norsemen coming from the North
• The Angles, Jutes and Saxons from the East
• The Iron clad Normans coming from the South
• The famished Irish from out of the West

Perhaps this historic, mixed population still has no definableal identity save the stiff upper lip and plucky legends of Spitfires

The English have no national dress and only folk music being music hall escapes

Our so-called history merely centres around Sovereigns and warlords - the common folk are invisibly mute

Oh yes we have traditions - they say

Just look closely at the outrageous ostrich feathers worn by parading military, and so-called dignitaries
All that lavish, media friendly ceremonial being dreamt up by Victorian romantics .

Those 19th century Harvest Festival Hymns written looking backwards to a nonexistant golden age as the countryside mechanised.

Why do the subtropical Hordes gathering on opposite shores even want to come to a wet and windy island off the coast of Northern Europe

Someone should tell them that Julius Caesar called the place Ultima Thule - the end of the world

Radio Luxembourg beamed Allied propaganda into Europe So Third World Radio should propagate the message - that travelling across the planet to the clouds of Britain is plain crazy Why not tell all those esperate migrants - a few home truths

All our factories and banks went to Shanghai and Hong Kong in China.

All the Coal mines are shut

Agriculture is under Contract to a few highly mechanised Corporations

What will the large families of Foreign born workers do to earn a living

The country is bankrupt -

Just watch as the streets paved with gold fill with garbage -

Perhaps our children will tell tall tales of when every one was working

When there were buses and trains

When the binmen came

When the street used to have lights

Perhaps its just Karma

When our lads and lasses join the Services to travel to distant lands meet different people and
Trashed their country

Maybe just maybe the boot is now on the other foot
as
their Invasion has now Over
and so
The Enemy is inside our borders - fully intent on keeping their kith and kin firmly OUT
and in the meantime outbreeding the aborigines!

SeaChange

It is so strange.

About this time last year I went flotilla cruising around the Ionian Sea in Greece

Something I had never done before - I had travelled all over the world and now at the age of 66 I had become a sailor!

Since then I have sailed the Canary Islands and along the Channel to Helford River and back to Hamble.

someone said, "I didn't know you were a sailor", and I replied "Neither did I"

This time I am off cruising the Saronic islands [south of Athens] for 2 weeks on a floating home aka a Beneteau 361

Where did this urge come from?
Are we all we seem to be - or are there other hidden forces in our lives - Karma or something.

House of Frauds

Say it quietly

Westminster  is a total fraud.

Perhaps our eyes have been diverted from the Real Fraud that it is actually only a very arrogant,  third world, local council run by "honourable" members.

This quaint Old Boy Network has ceded 75% of its power to Uber Corrupt Brussels.

The whole place is quite irrevelant.

In fact, all those naughty boys and girls, should be housed in those soon-to-be-Ex Olympic Hostels - after that, chemically enhanced, two week athletic meeting, is over.

Failing that, they should all be sent home in disgrace.

The only honest man to enter Parliament was Guy Fawkes.

Border Guard

Those Britons formerly known as the Gurkas could provide a ring of steel around these islands to prevent the Southern Hordes landing on our shores
But wouldnt it be a better idea to divert these 
adventurous ,seaborne, entrepreneurs

into the Armed Services before they are given Residency.
The French Foreign Legion have been doing this for decades!

"Under the terms of the French Foreign Legion, anyone, regardless of creed, colour, race, religion, after completing a 5year 'contract' has, as of right, the right to French citizenship, if so desired, but ABOVE ALL, the right to reside in France. A highly esteemed piece of legislation laid down in 1831 & stiil maintained to this day!"

So perhaps the Illegals want the softer option over here.

CHIMERA

A  long time ago, I met a very rural, African Pastor, attending a Religious Convention, where all the delegates lived, ate, worshipped and sang together.

He was beside himself with joy, for the place was full of men of many
different tribes, all united in their Christian Faith.

Normally, men of a different tribe were at best, hostile even murderous.

In these politically fraught days, it must only be whispered, that the Arab and European slavers bought their cargo from African chiefs, who had merely rounded up their hated neighbours.

So now that Mugabe has dealt with the bossy white tribe and practically starved the Matabele to death, the Mashona of Zimbabwe, have the place to themselves.

This is only an updated version of the vicious, internicine warfare haunting Africa ever since a small family escaped to the Yemen by wading the shallow seas of Eritrea

But there is more...

There is a persistent rumour that a deadly pathogen was carefully engineered from the Green Monkey Virus.

This organism is so new that its development can be traced through its code names
~ HTLV-III, LAV and ARV which is so easily spread through contact with any body fluid. Blood,Toil,Tears and Sweat
- to name but a few !

This Human Immunodeficiency virus has killed more than 25 million, one third of whom lived in South,Central Africa. 

There are 18 million children with no family left.

This Global Slump means that these children will not get fed.

Soon Africa, with all its riches, will be quite empty.

Is it not strange, that a new pathogen, suddenly appearing in Brazil,  is a strange combination of pig,bird and human influenza viruses.

Who has been playing Biological Lego  and is it a devilish  plot to Depopulate the Earth!

I am so paranoid that even my
marmalade is shredded!

Separated by language

Its odd how words can alter perceptions.
No Briton would call a puppy, a bitches son [I am being careful not to use insulting language here] for this American expression causes no reaction on these islands other than a faint puzzlement whereas a son of a gun might just refer to the results of a shotgun wedding.

The Words themselves carry no baggage and so all the FrogsKrautsDagos and Les Sales Boches are just words applied to neighbours from hell.

I have noticed, however, that a life time of American humour, now creates a situation that to insult someone by calling them a silly ass just causes confusion in the same way that bum refers no longer to the arse

So how does a silly ass land on his butt, for in proper English, an Ass carried Jesus and a butt was an arrow target.

So in the sentence - The tramp fell off his ass and landed on his arse hurting his bum - now reads The Bum fell off his Donkey and landed on his butt.

Is Assbergers Syndrome merely the act of eating donkey meat in a bun?

Telly Tubby!

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, Palaentologist, Theologian and Catholic Mystic imagined that mankind would cover the Earth with a new layer of Mind, which he called the Noosphere, that would integrate the mind of the planet creating a Planetary Consciousness.
So imagine,if you will, the Googleization of the brain.
We understand, that signals are recieved from our eyes,ears and sense organs.
Now, if Google could be added to the host of incoming data, one would instantly know the answer, to any question that crossed the mind.
In fact, Googles the world over, would know it too!
So now, as broadcast Internet has escaped the trall of ancient glass and copper cables the Noosphere is no longer a cloud of unknowing but a Goosphere of Knowing and is sentient by way of its human component.
Will Nanotechnology also conspire to reduce us to a blob of Goo or perhaps Scripture is wrong and the Mark of the Beast is not on the forehead but an Aerial on top of the head

Cock of the North - Creative Revenge!

Time was, after a long and bitter strike, that the miners marched back through Sutton Manor colliery gates "with heads held high"
Today, on top of the St.Helens pit's highest, slag heap, stands a beautiful, pure white, 60 foot head of a sleeping 9 year old girl.

Maggie Thatcher, closed the pit and sent the miners home to an early bath but now not only is the head held very high, but are there hidden meanings not just of heads but of Old King Coal - the Sleeping Giant.
Possibly the pure white of the sculpture sends a powerful message of clean coal.
However, the actual shape of the image, may very well be the Finest and most Vulgar insult to Maggie ever devised!

Ex Terra Lucem - indeed!

Bright Idea

This weeks bright idea!
Lets build a nuclear power station on top of the largest oilwell in the world!

Madcap

I once took a night school French course. As a teacher I was amazed by  weird performance of my tutor.

If there was such a thing as enthusiasm she had invented it.

Like a clockwork mouse she wound herself up on chocolate and let herself run for an hour or
so.
At the time I thought she had just seen too much Blue Peter but last week I saw Mr Smith the Science teacher on TV and sat through a manic presentation by a Scout Master at Church Parade.

To be astonished by energetic enthusiasm for the totally mundane only serves to show how old I have become.

My wife and I went out for a meal one evening last week and on the next table the baby kept dropping its toys on the floor. Nothing odd there,except one resembled a TV remote and I was dumbstruck (gobsmacked) when said infant's pudgy thumbs worked the buttons, producing bells,squeaks and whistles.

So it seems that IT begins in the cradle. Infants learn the keyboard long before they can read or write. Ten second editing makes for fast and furious visual media. It takes a supreme effort to spot the change of shots, for there are so, so many.

Today's children do not have the long view so accept these ultra rapid cuts as normal. So to make any impression on jaded minds, everything in their lives, must be played out as a
furious, high voltage, experience.

The days of quiet explanation and calm thought are over it seems. Education has to be a farce paced  melodrama.

Is it any wonder that Morris Dancers are almost extinct.

Bandwaggon

Have you noticed the background racket on TV 

Whenever they stop talking, the drumkit starts up.

At least it is slightly better than the galloping major themes, that they used to play during newsreels and sports reports.

Radio is even worse. The ex-journalists that operate the medium would originally  have used dreadful puns as bylines to their articles - now, however, they use "musical" tunes with some slight reference to the feature in their title

Blank Looks

I started sailing last summer and now my holiday plans centre around boats of all types but mainly large yachts.
Coming fresh to this sphere of endeavour, I notice that yachties live in a closed world of boats,sails,weather and usually, bars with safe anchorages.
Yachties only go on land to shop and take on water - they live afloat
At one time I was so,so keen on riding horses - riding far and wide but as the costs of horsepower became uneconomic I began riding in Spain and Malta. This is another world of bits, bridles, breeds and saddles.

So when I had the temerity, to compare the lively motion of a yacht under sail to that of the springy action of a pure bred, Arab stallion I was met with pitying looks of sheer blank incomprehension.

Bee-keeping is my passion. Bees sting and so hives are always concealed out of sight of General Public and his cohorts. So most people do not appreciate that bee-keeping societies even exist
Talking to people about Bees, Horses and Sail boats triggers in me the rolling eyes that, certain of my female relatives, inflict on me when they explain the exciting scenes of their favourite soap opera.

Someone asked me if I had seen "Coronation Street" I said"once - the first episode!"

However, when the various sciences touch where Biology meets Nuclear Engineering,for example - new ideas begin to form.

So perhaps when the Ancients said Seahorses ride the waves maybe they had a valid point.

Quelque cm de neige - ha! ha!

It is now the law to carry a warning triangle to alert road users.

Gritter lorries are struggling to find enough grit and salt

Snow chains are on sale in every autoshop on the Continent

So why not save vast amounts of grit and salt and human grief by making

snow chains

 easily available in the UK

Even if they are hung in the garage for 18 years they are always there just like the triangle and CarJack for emergencies

The Thames Barrier is scheduled to be used only once every 20 years so it seems that snow chains are, at least, in good company

Bad Manners

Nothing changes it seems.

Bull and Bearbaiting,cockfighting and the severed heads of dusky foreign foes portrayed on Pub signs give us some idea of how cruel life used to be.

Hanging,drawing and quartering was a most popular public entertainment.

A dozen assorted egomaniacs locked and suffering in the Big Bother House is an updated
Bedlam Lunatic Asylum.

Public broadcasting which began very politely with black tie, good manners has debased itself by allowing the atrocious manners of our forebears.

Surely it is not polite to degrade someones grandchildren or to poke fun at a hairstyle or to compare a politician to Popeye

Summer Holiday - no more!

At Christmas I watched superb Spanish TV - elegant dancers and the finest singers.

However the sound  was turned OFF  with Gangsta Rap howling over the sound system

Aggressive Spanish Tax is currently emptying the marinas of Spain  [to the tune of £3 grand annual mooring fee each].
Sailingholidays.com have pulled out of Croatia - Too expensive
It had to happen, très posh yachts blight the lives of the poor.
Perhaps the drunken, puking invasion is finally over and Mediterranean fishermen can go fishing  instead of being servants to zombies.

Pond Life

What happens to the cars when the showroom goes bust? 
Neither new cars nor used ones sell. 
Scrap has no value, even leaded church roofs are safe now.
What do thieves do when their houses are cram full of unfenceable house contents, that no one will buy, or do clever thieves take their old fifty foot plasma tv on a job, to swop it for the latest electronic offering? 
Do car thieves use stolen cars like the Dutch use their free bikes and like James Bond used crocodiles to hop across a pond?

Forget Mickey Mouse

Barack Obama's  mother was half Irish, hence the O' I suppose,  declared that the world has changed - a new era
However, as I see it, our world  has changed indeed, but not by us!
Everything around us, was dreamed up at least 100 years ago. Cars, for example, merely updated with no real advance for a century. Except for one area!
The electronic data processor .aka. the computer. During WW2, computers were teams of women, with maths degrees, processing data with slide rules* andlog tables*.
The experts of the time said that only 3 would be needed for the Military,Government and Business. Bill Gates and Steve Jobs changed that and now every one has a personal computer so simple to use that  infants use them.
Clever accounting software swept away untold hosts of "bean counters". Ten years ago Tim B.Lee wrote the killer application combining the suites of accounting programs into a global unit.
Remember Mickey Mouse, this current Sorcerer's apprentice opened the floodgates of hairtriggered interactive commerce. So when the Almighty Dollar sneezed the Global Economy died of the Plague.
The global Computer network acts and reacts, decisively, at the speed of light Humanity held hostage by this inhuman monster. When the computer is "down" all work ceases!
Consign the words recession,depression, slump and meltdown to the dictionary of history. We should have noticed the brief appeareance of the AntiChrist* when World Grand [Chess]master was soundly beaten by Big Blue* and promptly retired.
So As the PC shrank from Roomsize to tower to laptop to handheld and monitor,keyboard and mouse go to landfill. Access to the "Controller" is through necklace and earstud using human electrical field as a power source  What have we become have we become and has scripture been fulfilled REV 13,16 and 18,11 especially when we are microchipped at birth giving a slight bump on our forehead!
Note *Google - perhaps?

Duck Down

Why is it that two nations living on opposite shores of the North Sea can be so different.

The Dutch build to keep the sea out and create some of the most productive farmland in the world while the English on the contrary, merely allow the waves to wash away the countryside while murmuring their mantra HABITAT  HABITAT  and condemning entire generations of humanity to hypothermia.

Not our overtaxed habitation, mark you, but that of our feathered friends.

So say no to wind turbines and tidal barrages. Say no to clean power and shiver and cough and scan the beaches for well insulated feathered dinosaur descendants - them not us!

Remember Eiderdown! - duck à l'orange and four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. That was before the world lost its senses. 

Lets repatriate the hungry pussy cats of Cairo to the estuarine bird roosts so that the poor wingèd creatures are no longer shredded by windmills and the lugworms of the world can sleep easy in their burrows and perhaps the son of man can lay his head on a warm pillow for once, to the sound of grateful purring.

Scruffy!

This is a well known TV presenter -
my mother wanted to send him a present.



There must be a fashion in being scruffy. Even the Lord Mayor of London needs the immediate services of a good barber
In the early days of TV all the "announcers" wore formal dress
I now notice the pendulum swinging back.
The shirt and tie have reappeared as the Television industry smartens up its act.
The hedgebackwards hairstyle just seems to be old fashioned now
So perhaps we will see the formal suit again as the world reconfigures after the excess of the n0ughties

Bright Future

George Bush once said that Technology would save the planet

Maybe he was right - Maybe....

Thats the Way the Money Goes!

DayLight Robbery dont you think?

I read the news today Oh Boy!

Good news or is it?

I have carefully? put together this excellent video to reveal my true colours Beware 'tis gruesome!

Reading for those long winter evenings

Feeling a bit lazy but this article saves me a lot of typing

http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=3&art_id=vn20081012083703515C643309

You will need the back button to escape from the literature however

Avert your eyes - this is Nasty

Ok - all eyes are on collapsed banks
The UK Government have loaded the system with half a trillion pounds ! How many noughts is that I wonder?
While attention is diverted like this, no one is looking at the other Horse men of the Apocalypse
There is a 13 Trillion plastic debt to face up to
and has every one forgotten the vanishing pool of oil
and has the desert reclaimed Las Vegas yet as the water dries up?

Cursed!

There is the ancient chinese curse:
May you live in interesting times!
Well we certainly are:

• Banks with no money
• House buyers with no money
• Streets with no cars
• Cars with no fuel
• Planes in mothballs
• No work

Crisis - what crisis - baaaa!

Birds 1 Humans Nil

Quillan is a small town nestled in a quiet valley in the northern foothills of the Pyrenees. EDF, The power company negotiated the siting of wind turbines on the surrounding hills.
There arose the inevitable Nimby Howl.
However the surrounding villages, [without power], agreed it would be an Excellent Idea.
The hoteliers in the town were aghast at the thought of their tourist trap being sprung.
In the Canary islands the windmills are a tourist attraction.
In the long cold winters of England, where the poor choose between food or fuel - power or porridge, the rich green clad members of the "we love birds" clubs, demolish their hopes with the turbine blades can alter the birds habitat argument.
In former more sensible days such green clad aristos would ride the tumbril complete with binoculars " let them eat Kaka!

Civilisations sledge

Suddenly, the lemming sheep, have finally realised that civilization's sledge is hurtling ever faster downwards.
At the bottom of this mad career, will be a strange world alien, to most alive today!
The only ones capable of remembering such a parallel world, have all just died of of old age.
These people will, at least, had had the skills to begin to cope with the fate, now nearly upon us!
Sure, all their knowledge has been preserved in books,films and now the Internet but when the power fades, the films blister and the books crumble into dust, what then?
We no longer write to each other: Emails are routinely binned, leaving little or no record, of this generation.
In the attics of Stately homes, old families have boxes of letters written by their ancestors.
In a few years time, we will know more about them than we do of our own
The Romans left inscriptions, the Egyptians left wonderful pictures,
but the only evidence of our passing might well be just the unknown
faces of Mount Rushmore!

Then Philistines are upon us!

Am I wrong in thinking, that the Monstrous Angel of the North should be exported and sawn up on an Indian beach
Look closely at the Iron Men on Formby beach [near Liverpool]
They are lifesize castings are artlessly and shoddily made.
The mad chap who bought the Unmade bed should be treated gently and firmly locked up.

Where has Beauty gone?

Ultima Thule

The British are an easy going lot. When the Danes invaded, the ancient tribes just headed west and became the Welsh.
The hordes from Eastern lands, keep landing on these islands, so the Aborigines pack and move out - heading mostly sunwards. to Spain and the Mediterranean Islands.
Now any hope of return is fading. as the cheap flights have now ended.
All over the World, are pockets of Ancient (mostly) Britons. Having left their island home they have become the stangers in strange lands.
So in time, the Britons will cease to exist as a nation - only their DNA will be left!

Salvation!

Well that's all right then!
The Price you pay at the pump has gone DOWN - a few pennies!
What luxury! We can now afford to run the car again - the crisis is over!
What rubbish! The price is still astronomical and somewhere galaxical profits are being made but the sheep merely scent a bargain instead of a fleecing!

Civilization Sledge

Suddenly, the lemming sheep, have finally realised that civilization's sledge is hurtling ever faster downwards.
At the bottom of this mad career, will be a strange world alien, to most alive today!
The only ones capable of remembering such a parallel world, have all just died of of old age.
These people would, at least, had had the skills to begin to cope with the fate, now nearly upon us!
Sure, all their knowledge has been preserved in books,films and now the Internet but when the power fades, the films blister and the books crumble into dust, what then ?

We no longer write to each other: Emails are routinely binned, leaving little or no record, of this generation.

In the attics of Stately homes, old families have boxes of letters written by their ancestors.
In a few years time, we will know more about them than we do of our own

The Romans left inscriptions, the Egyptians left wonderful pictures,
but the only evidence of our passing might well be just the unknown
faces of Mount Rushmore!

Fishy smell?

The Price of rice doubled recently so I bought a big bag - then a Freeze Dried Food Company emailed me.
I wondered about buying in a year's supply of Emergency Rations until I began to ponder on the situation when this food would be finally all eaten!
For a long time I have considered living on a boat and fishing - that is, until this last month when I returned from two weeks sailing around the islands of the Ionian Sea, just offshore of the Greek Mainland!
We lived on board a sleek Beneteau 361,
drifting each evening into an inviting Taverna. There were wonderful
menus of all the meats - but the fish might well have just been exotic jewelry. Their prices were more astronomic than gastronomic!
Wandering around the small fishing harbours, my suspicions were aroused by the "fishy smell".
Everywhere, fishing boats lay loaded with nets - bone dry nets! and everywhere a total absence of any fishy smell.
They had done their job of emptying the Mediterranean of all the edible fish so their brightly painted, quaint craft were now only for Disneyesque display.
Therefore, the price of a fish supper included its airfare - presumably?
The islands had many goats living off the scrub but neither goat nor rabbit or black bread were on any menu.
To the Faraway islands of the Greek archipelago
an armada of rich, fat, pale, blue eyed strangers has landed for whom
subsistence food is unknown and the produce of the wood fired oven is
restricted to Pizza, an Italian import, even rejected by Sophia Loren, who when she hit the big time, wanted fillet steak!

Alter Egoist - Bin Hiding!

It occured to me the other day, that instead of growing Santa whiskers, perhaps it might be a better idea to shave them all off and run for President!
It would be a cunning trick to merely change the letter but not the name.

Revolution - What revolution

When the cost of filling up the car is by far the greatest payment of the week, surely, it is now time to see all those electric and hybrid dual fuel cars appearing in the showrooms but so far nothing!

Even the Revolutionary French who set their food on fire at any opportunity just fork out for fuel and drive away muttering merde! con du guele! and so on..

My countrymen have read the advert on the back of every bus, left their car at home and bought a go-anywhere weekly, season ticket for half the price of a filling station fillup!

Revolutions are so tiring!

...

Only a memory!

When I filled my heating oil tank the driver said that the price would never go down again
My nephew - a coalman told me that there would be no more coal exports from China, indeed they are now importing coal themselves
Today the papers say that the gas bill would rise £1000.
The petrol station across the road closed last weekend and demolished today
That means that no more petrol will ever be sold there again. Usually ex-filling stations morph into hand car wash or car sales yards.
So I am extremely curious to discover the use that the site will be put to.
No more houses are being built, no cars are being sold and with the ultra-light traffic its more likely that the car varlets will just throw in the sponge..

Where have all the motors gone?

When I was at Junior school we were taught the Green Cross Code. However, in those days, we had to wait at the roadside for some traffic to practice on
Today it is very much the same.
Once the commuters have gone to work, the roads are empty until the evening rush hour.
As the fuel price surges upward it will only be a matter of time. until the free bus pass contract is withdrawn

3 men in a boat and me

This is the best of times

We have never had it so good - ever

I have just returned from sailing around the Ionian Sea in a plastic boat [actually a Beneteau 361] with 3 Old men who by all accounts should be now under the planet in wooden boxes.

We four Ancient Mariners sailed around a clear blue sea with excellent soul music on the multimedia player looking forward to a fillet steak at the end of each day - "Every Day Another Bay "

When one thinks of our history, when was it possible for ancients, such as we could even dream of such endeavours?

It is highly likely that it will never be able to happen again.

Are We there yet?

I am confused now

Every day the prophecies reveal themselves.

• The Cost of food
• The Price of energy
• The Empty filling stations

Is this the time to begin the stockpile of dry goods?

Leave it too long and there will be none left and we will starve

Start too early to be left with [dried]egg on your face and a pile of out of date dry goods

How long will the transition from this life take and will the stock pile be adequate to keep us alive when all around are slumped in a Katrina coma.

Here on the islands of Britain there is no where to run. Everywhere is occupied at the moment.

When the shops are empty and the State begins to regiment the people - then what

Lower the drawbridge

Raise the portcullis

If only it were so easy

Tata! - Goodbye!

Suddenly the image of the slide seems wrong now.

This week OPEC has been asked to ramp up the production of OIL so business can continue as usual.

So the image that occurs to me is not a headlong descent into the Stone Age where we perish from survivalism inexperience.

No! Its the one where the crash test dummy hurtles into a brick wall.

The Indian car maker Tata [prescient name - it's Welsh for Goodbye] is about to sell the NANO [latin for dwarf] .
It is the cheapest car in the world at just over £1000.
Imagine the delight of millions of Indians who can now get their first car.
Imagine the traffic.
Imagine the smell and the clouds of poisonous exhausts in the tropical heat.
But it doesn't take much imagination to contemplate the thirst for petrol. Millions of Indians queuing at the filling station.

Just over the border are 2 billion Chinese who have been busy making clothes and household goods for us for years - they too will no doubt aspire to a little runabout.
Imagine Billions at the filling station.

So business as usual please - we are wanting a piece of the action.

P.S By 2025, the world will be cursed with 7,958,550,889 more of us! Save some for me!

Slip Sliding Away!

We are on the slide.
Enjoy the ride- four years from now
everyone will be screaming.
We who live in the West look at the world news in a detached fashion.
Food Riots in 37 countries means little to us as our shops are full of food.


Or are they?
When the motorways are blocked by hundreds of motorbikes and snail truck convoys
and the docks are blockaded by fuel starved fishermen and the Asian Supermarkets are rationing bags of rice.

It is obvious that something is happening.

The China Olympics will be the last one ever.
The London Olympic Games of 2012 will be Virtual as no one anywhere will be able to leave home.
I wonder if such trivia will have any impact any longer as everyone will be wondering where their next meal is coming from or maybe avoiding becoming someone else's!

It's a Wrap!

My forefathers lived in warm and cosy houses like this one.


The walls were several feet thick, sometimes made of earth and covered with a thick layer of thatch.
Today's houses could be retro fitted with new exterior walls and a foot of insulation inserted in between.
The loft space could conceivably be filled with insulation too.
If you look at the clothing of the time, we can see that the cloth they used was very thick and often padded.
There is a lot of talk these days about installing solar arrays to power our homes.
The fact that electricity costs are "rocketing" seems to make these devices appear to be worthwhile.
Do not be fooled!
Someone is wanting to make a fat profit at your expense.
Central heating and electric light are very recent additions to our homes. We have lived for millennia without either.
With a well insulated house the only heating ever needed is the cooker!
There is so much rubbish on the TV now that is is becoming a chore to watch it. The more channels you have, the worse it gets.
To go to bed at sunset seems the far better option. All the useless garbage advertised will fall on deaf ears as everyone will be asleep
Retiring at sunset means that breakfast is at day break.
This might be a problem for countries in the higher latitudes where Happy Hour is not a feature as it might cause a six month hangover!

Its getting serious!

I sense a movement in the way people are thinking
I live near a large council estate and the cars are vanishing as the buses fill up.
Yesterday, I accidentally got off at the wrong stop, so I took a short cut through the estate and found to my surprise, two NEW gypsy caravans

This is quite new - although hors-e-culture is widespread around these hyar parts the horses and ponies are merely used for jumping over artificial barriers in the idle pursuit of fun.
The difference now is that some horsey folk are returning the the ancient art of horsedrawn transport.

The comparison between that and "motoring" is that to get to the Appleby Horse Fair you need a week to get there and another week to get back whereas in the car this journey can be done in a morning and back in the afternoon.

Another difference is the horse is grass powered and the car is fat wallet powered.

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Pensioned off - Goodbye!

We seem to be under attack on several fronts

• The World is supposedly getting hotter
• The Sea level is rising
• There are far too many people - 6 billion souls
• Government is penniless - £13 trillion plastic debt
• Food is being used for fuel - food riots
• Drying Oil Wells

In the UK the large workforce is now retiring.
All their savings are effectively removed from the Economy
All the European natrions are not replacing their population and so the new work force is now far smaller than before.

The Pensions of the Elderly are paid for by the young - but they hardly exist.
Graduates are saddled with huge debt before they begin work

So there is no money!

• Goodbye Free Prescriptions
• Goodbye Health Service
• Goodbye Free Bus Pass
• Goodbye Binmen
• Goodbye Policemen

Expect to exist in a sick, filthy, lawless, hot, wet, poor world.

Lemming-like Inertia

In the long term Nuclear electricity will provide the motive power for the railways and the coal mines but the easy conversion of oil to plastic,fertilizer and fuel has ended :now!
There will have to be radical change.
All food will have to be local and taken to market preferably by tram or electric vans like the milkmen used to use, before supermarkets stole their livelihood.
Personal transport is already uneconomic and cars remain unused in the streets and garages.
I have always wanted a Range Rover and now they are dirt cheap to buy [but impossible to run].
So take your overseas holidays now for soon they will only be remembered.
The Lemming-like Inertia of carrying on as usual will not stop the slide over the energy cliff.
We must take immediate decisive steps as we plan to stay alive as entire cities starve and riot to the death .
It has already begun in Mexico,The Philippines, Cairo - at least those are the reported ones.
Without the oil to supplement the lifeless dust, formerly known as fertile soil, nothing will grow!
Crops grown with less and less expensive fertilizer will produce pitiful harvests.
Billions have grown up expecting bumper harvests each year.
Billions will go hungry.
Billions will die.
No one - any where - will take the rap for that, now will they?

Asleep at the helm

The Double Horns of the Zulu Battle Formation trapped the enemy in a overwhelming, pincer-like movement.
As the World warms up once again,causing the Vegetation and Animals to adapt rather more rapidly than in the recent past.
As the Oil fields that have fed and powered this Civilization for at least the last century begin their final decline.
We too are caught in a similar double headed trap.
We concentrate on the frontal attack neglecting the oncoming wings of the enemy.
We are in a situation without precedent.
Other civilizations, although huge for their time ,were just isolated features of the Ancient world, but Western Civilization has commandeered the entire world.
The Devastating plagues of the past, have been engineered into oblivion, by the wonderful Health and Hygienic Solutions of this Age.
Massive crops have been easily produced, and so the populations of this world, have been blessed with life.
With the dependable flow of Oil based energy, catastrophes have been overcome.
Reconstruction following total war have proceeded reliably and Destitute Economies have prospered and flourished.
However !
£13 trillion plastic debt needs to be paid for so we are facing a slowdown.
The warming earth has triggered devastating drought in the rice growing areas.
The wheat price is triple that of Oil Seed Rape as more Biofuel is being grown.
China the workshop of the world is cashing in on the hard work of its factories.
The Chinese workforce has begun to eat Corn fed meat instead of Tofu.
The world is changing so rapidly that the future is hard to fathom.
Will the Hydrogen/Oxygen membrane work reliably in the world's cars or will they be potential hydrogen bombs?
Can we feed the food animals on vat grown yeasts instead of cereals.
It appears that the leaders of the world are asleep at the helm.
They are perhaps caught between the need to stay unflappably calm in the teeth of the oncoming disaster and the necessity to formulate strategies to deal with unspeakable horror.
If they are, indeed working out ways to control our descent into the madness of anarchy, a world without any of the accepted frameworks of this life.
We are more than trapped, we are marooned high and dry on a desert island of concrete surrounded by sterile dust where not even weeds will now grow. The countryside that did once provide us with wild food has gone. Even the fields are the wrong colour.
We are utterly Dependant on Oil products to feed the planet.
Yet, foolish rules impede our escape!
Plants that produce viable seeds have been banned and have to be exchanged like narcotics.
What madness is this?
Horse manure is termed industrial waste and cannot be sold. [At least its still there].
Fishing is illegal without paying the fishing licence tax.
Somehow,Robin Hood killing the Kings Deer seems rather tame. The Merrie Men of Sherwood did not have to share their lunch with 6 billion hungry souls.

Media Silence !

Have you noticed the weather getting warmer - I haven't in fact I am colder than ever and buying far more fuel than ever.
Its just plain cold!
Oh! the Planet is overheating - so we must cut down our emissions of greenhouse gases and reduce our carbon footprint!
What Tosh!
I do agree that the traffic stinks.
Cleaner exhausts would make a welcome difference to the air. Media Silence!
Coal burning power stations - their chimneys should be cleaned - again Media Silence!
How much work is being done to reuse the flue gases?
All that carbon should be put back into the boiler - don't you think?
What ever happened to Combined Heat and Power - Media Blackout!
Is there vital work being done investigating Sheep Farts?
Australia has lots of burping and farting sheep sending methane into the atmosphere.
To be fair the Yanks have prairies full of beef doing the same.
But again what became of Acid Rain and the Hole in the Ozone layer - Media Silence!
OK so if you believe the Carbonari or more accurately the Carbonista Front - Carbon Bad ~ Uranium Good!
So Bright Idea of the Century - put all those radioactive gloves and overalls into a dreaded plastic bag and drop them into the Borneo Subduction Zone where the tectonic plates will take them down the escalator of magma to return from whence they came!

Great Idea !

In Africa, I came across the [very American] Mittleider method of growing food.
A deep wooden frame filled with a mixture of sand, sawdust and fertilizer produced wonderful harvests of fresh, wholesome food. Gee !
Perhaps we should leave Mother Nature in our Pagan Past and step forward into a Bright New Future?
Using the Mittleider method we can grow food on carparks, playgrounds, industrial wastelands, former motorways and so on... Wonderful!
Just imagine, food from a concrete jungle.
Growing food in a sterile sand/sawdust /fertilizer medium banishes weeds and diseases at a stroke!
Perhaps even our farmland could be chemically sterilized and well fertilized and perhaps really good, disease free, fertilizer efficient, weedkiller proof food can be grown there... Great!.... Err... Hmm... but what happens when the oil dries up and the fertilizer costs more than the harvest?

Could a Planet Sized Dustbowl be restored to the Garden of Eden with the mortal remains of
6 billion souls ?

No Escape!

My brother used to be enthralled by the superb design of a bridge on the [new] Preston bypass.
It was built in two halves, meeting in the centre to rest on a large roller.
Wonderfully simple but from this distant perspective possibly suspicious.
About the same time, on TV, Tracy Island, the home of International Rescue, whenever the Tracy brothersfired up the Thunderbirds, the hidden cave door swung open and two palm trees flattened. [Wallace and Grommit only had the pond flip over].
At the height of the Cold War the Preston bypass morphed into the M6 and the Motorway network.
These superhighways were really designed for jet fighters [there was little traffic in those far off days]. So could that little cantilevered bridge also be swung open in times of trouble - Who Knows?
The excellent Israeli motorways allow a General Mobilisation in 20 minutes!

DJINN

I have used personal computers from their beginning and programmed the web from the start.
I have spent half my life, showing people how they work and built my own machines, as soon as the components became available.
I now see a sea change in all this: nothing will ever be the same again.
Mobile phones destroyed the corded phones [ Video killed the Radio Star ]
Power tools have trained people to put their kit on charge - other wise nothing works
Mobile phone networks now let you check your email on a mountain top, in the middle of a lake, or deep in the jungle.
Hotspots are history! Soon the world will have those superb satellite phones - as seen on TV [news].
However with such elegant Skynet coverage, everyone will be in the crosshairs of clever track and trace kit used by our Lords and Masters.
Gone are the days when your IP address fingered you every one will emit a satnav signal.
The Japanese use this technokit to see where their kids are.
Lurking in the badlands certain Ultra rich princes of the Desert know this only too well and have swopped their Maserati for an Arab Stallion or at least a fast getaway donkey.
The Rothschild cousins used pigeons to make a preemptive strike on the London Stock Exchange before
the "pony express" could bring the news of the victory at Waterloo [a battle censored in French School books].
The US Army Hawks quartering the desert skies for carrier pigeons will go home hungry - these birds are too high tech in these days of terror. The Djinn [genie] of the Mysterious East live in a parallel world to humans.
Only true believers know about them, and they are invisible to The Infidel Armies of the West.
Likewise Mr Laden's son stays below the radar of the modern world by living out of time and using communication techniques of the distant. and very foreign, past

Good Bad & Ugly - News

Long,long ago when I lived in Rhodesia I became very aware of the news.
With the Rhodesian war at its height we listened closely to Radio South Africa,Radio Zambia and the World Service of the BBC.
It was most confusing hearing three quite different versions of the same story.
So what was the truth?
Today it is quite different.
All the news seems to be taken from the same source but a story is either on all networks or not reported at all.
Western Hemisphere news has to be spectacular [the IRA certainly realised this].
News broadcasting appears to be a form of theatre with lovely,glittering celebrities and other beautiful people with a gigantic proportion of the "news" covering the choreographic qualities of various ball games.
the real news cannot get a foothold on this glossy presentation.
Recently when "Torch Rage" reached Olympian proportions in London, Paris and San Francisco and the death of a Princess was re-hearsed once again.The general strike in Egypt caused by the cost of food and the Nationwide Truckers Fuel price strike in USA did not feature at all.
Even the Internet had only a brief mention of these two ugly facts
Evidentially, Bankrupting Truckers and starving Egyptians is not news, when glamour and sequins is.
The News is not censored - the news is managed just as the European, Olympic, Torch Riots will never be seen on TV China.
I cannot see any diffference.
East and West are both presenting the sideshow and not the genuine message.
I was asked the other day how I voted and honestly I was unable to answer, as all the prominent politicians of all colours, sidestep every question.
They are supposed to be in charge of our land but are they really - Who Knows?

Six Billion Souls

We are not looking for the aid agencies to return this world to the status quo after the imminent disaster.
To return to a normal life is no longer valid.
We are on the edge of a precipice of violent catastrophic upheaval and our life at the bottom of this cliff, if we survive the descent will be radically different from the unnatural life we now lead.
Most of the population of these lands work indoors artificially lit and cocooned in an electromagnetic cloud.
We drive home in a warm steel box and in the U.S. only get out when safely parked in the garage.
We no longer feel the wind and the rain , the heat and cold and those frozen fingers and toes.
Shivering is only a race memory.
That, is about to change,
Forget the high tech clothing of the mountaineer and arctic explorer.
Forget the Goretex jacket, the rubber soled boot and the training shoe.
These factory clothes are made for this world but in the world to come, all clothes will be hand made. Clothes made from Knitwear,furs and leather for we will live entirely outdoors only sleeping inside but how many of the six billion souls of this world will live like this, one wonders?

Remember the Food Industry?

Petrol is now well over £5 a gallon but the traffic is just as bad - people just pay for they must get to work. the buses are full these days and the trains are packed.
The only cheap car these days, is a an ornamental gas guzzling second hand 4x4 used as a council estate status symbol. [They might make a good green house for raising early seedlings - perhaps].
We are living through a silent, invisible but overwhelming, cataclysmic, paradigm shift from this life to one similar to the Stone Age.
No one, however, has the skills to make a matchless fire or the know how to find food.
Our comfortable world will be stranded when the oil ebbs away.
Even now the fuel costs are being added to the food bill.
Our countryside is a diseased, poisoned land where nothing can grow or survive without its drugs
It will take many years for the agricultural brown fields to become properly green again.
Our Green and pleasant land is the wrong shade of green.
Green fields are sterile and wormfree.
How can a false green field go cold turkey and return to vibrant fertile health.
How long will it take for Nature to return to the Land?
There will be mass extinction of the Western Hemisphere. Only in the third world are there enough donkleys camels, reindeer, horses, buffalos and elephants to ensure the lands will be cultivated and unsqueamish knives to convert sheep into mutton,Pigs into Pork and Poutry into chicken!
Old men will say do you remember the Food Industry?

Birds Bees & Bugs

Something is happening 3/4 of British Butterflies are declining in number.
The Birds and the Bees are vanishing too.
The Post Office have brought out a series of endangered bug stamps displaying rare insects.
Every time a new development is proposed, up shoot a host of green, goblins who scream "Stop".
For Years I have thought this to be plain daft until last autumn I found all my beehives full of honey but no bees.
The Sperm countless Nations of Europe are all not replacing themselves.
Fruits have few or no pips in them
What,what is happening - it is years since I saw a thrush or a sparrow.
True, there are plenty of predatory, carnivorous gulls and crows but small birds - hardly any!
From the roof of my house I can see "countryside" to the horizon.
Friend Mears eagerly shows us all the edible plants but try to find them in our green and pleasant land.
Soon, Life as we know it, will only be a memory but with no one to remember.

Give us, this Day, Our Daily Bread

We lived on a remote African farm with no power.
Making bread each week was costly in Bottled gas.
So I made a Bread Oven.
We made a fire in it until it was very hot.
We put the loaves inside and bricked up the entrance .
After about an hour the bread was done.
The only cost was for a box of matches, for in those days, I didn't know how to strike a light, from a flint and steel and in those far-off pre-Ray Mears days a bow drill was quite unknown.
The oven was simple to make. I used an oil drum as a former to make a circular brick tower . When the mortar was set I removed the drum.
A couple of bars across the top and a sheet of tin held a 2" layer of cement to make the oven floor.
A sandcastle made the former for the oven itself. [a bit like making an igloo!]
A hole in the top for a chimney and a square entrance at the side.
When the mortar was set, the sand was removed and the oven was ready.

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Hear these comfortable words if the Archbishop of Canterbury
http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/nol/newsid_7310000/newsid_7310400/7310494.stm?bw=bb&mp=wm&news=1&nol_storyid=7310494&bbcws=1
Click on the link above and below and weep!
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/22/business/worldbusiness/22debt.html?em&ex=1206417600&en=79ec2ac4b6d97d22&ei=5087%0A

Helpless!!!

OK I know about carburettors and in car DVD systems but does anyone know how to tie this animal into this cart thingy - as I need to nip down to the SuperMarket to get some bread and a packet of crisps?

Costa coffee?

Petrol motor fuel is now £5 a gallon.

My car is used just to carry home shopping

My new horse will be arriving shortly - but will it bite off more than I can chew?

Will the faithful steed actually cost far more than my old banger?

Rapture

In my ever present endeavour to keep warm, at minimum cost, I have been sawing up old bits of wood.

There are, of course, many nails in the stuff.

Not that it matters for they merely fall into the ash pan and are eventually sprinkled on to my raspberry canes.

So my garden now contains many hundreds of rusty nails.

As I scattered my latest supply of wood ash on my plants I began to wonder if I could actually make a nail and sudden doubt sprang into my consciousness.

I would find it next to impossible to make a nail from scratch.

How many "useless" artifacts of this life are merely binned.

When the civilisation fails as it must, there will be cherished memories of a golden age when shopping [whatever that was] was taken home in a plastic bag [now extinct].

I wonder if the "Rapture" has already occurred and we are left to struggle in this darkening world?

Ex Africa Semper Novis

A good friend of mine mentioned Niburu - Planet X

so here are some vid links to check up on :-

December 21 2012 THE END
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=11iCmzGnOI8&feature=related
2012 Planet X Nibiru climate change
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=aeUveM55tF4&feature=related
2012 DOOMSDAY
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=hc6Jhw_0aIY

So is climate change due to the altered state of the solar system ?

and can we do anything at all ?

Be Quiet

I was born in a time when there was no traffic apart from the trolley bus.

Although we lived on the main road to Liverpool, in those days, it was very quiet.

It was wartime, petrol was rationed and scarce so those that had cars could hardly use them.

On Saturdays, the road became a processional route to the Rugby ground.

Many thousands of men and boys walking, and after the match returning, singing or not, depending on the score.

From the late 50's the economy picked up - I remember the fridge arriving and the various humming noises it made and in the 60's motorway construction began.

From then on, my childhood quietness vanished and the hum began .

It is the sound of the motorway traffic at every hour of the day and night.

Our brains have filtered out the racket so we no longer notice it, that is until it stops!

But was the past truly quiet. In the town probably not.

Iron rims on cartwheels, rolling along the cobbled streets ,were indeed, very noisy.

My grandfather mentioned the Belgian roadmakers, laying wooden blocks outside the parish church, to prevent the noise of horseshoes and wheels rims, disturbing the peace of the Sunday service.

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