And Then A Comment…

   Further to yesterdays post, via the comments, I do believe DiscoveredJoys has hit on something of some importance. It’s reproduced below and would seem to suggest our betters come up with rules wot must be followed by us down here from various works of fiction and possibly nursery rhymes. their
   DiscoveredJoys presented us with this Wikipedia article about Gulliver's Travels. Coming down the line you thunk?

“The novel further describes an intra-Lilliputian quarrel over the practice of breaking eggs. Traditionally, Lilliputians broke boiled eggs on the larger end; a few generations ago, an Emperor of Lilliput, the Present Emperor's great-grandfather, had decreed that all eggs be broken on the smaller end after his son cut himself breaking the egg on the larger end. The differences between Big-Endians (those who broke their eggs at the larger end) and Little-Endians had given rise to "six rebellions... wherein one Emperor lost his life, and another his crown". The Lilliputian religion says an egg should be broken on the convenient end, which is now interpreted by the Lilliputians as the smaller end. The Big-Endians gained favour in Blefuscu.”
   Our current set of politicians would probably ban eggs altogether in support for community cohesion and Net Zero. It takes a lot of power to boil an egg you know.

   As a by-the-by, the ‘news’ recently seems to be full of reports regards the alarming and ever increasing number of young folk suffering with mental problems.
   Think on, wot do many folk do when feeling stressed or down? Very many reach for a fag or a vape, right? Could it be the rise in kids vaping is to ease their stress and strain? More kids with mental issues, more kids vaping.
   So banning various easily obtainable vaping thingies will do wot? Increase and/or worsen mental problems in kids? Is this the plan so’s to make them ever more frightened of scary news like global warming and warm them to the wondrous idea of Net Zero an’ such?

Quote; T. H. White.

“Everything not forbidden is compulsory”  

           Eugene Victor Debs.

“In every age it has been the tyrant, the oppressor and the exploiter who has wrapped himself in the cloak of patriotism, or religion, or both to deceive and overawe the People.”

And Then A Squirrel...

   I see the media ‘news’ channels are hyperventilating regards some fellow wot’s escaped from prison. Not sure why he, amongst all those wot manage to escape, has become a media star. Or is it more likely he’s just a star squirrel? One has to wonder wot’s really going on out there that must be hidden. And why the mad panic to recapture this one fellow when who knows how many of a similar mind-set are floating here across the channel daily under the guise as gimmigrants?
    It’s also interesting to note that that young lady wot checks ‘facts’, disinformation and explores and denounces conspiracy theories for the BBC, blessed be its name, may have told fibs on her job application CV. Shame they didn’t fact check the fact checker, eh? Oh, dear, how sad, how predictable.
    Anyhoo, I’m happy to report myself and my little nest of vipers are, so far, surviving this period of alarming, record breaking warm weather; according to the media scarily coloured weather charts that is.
   Regards, that climate change thingy and the imminent end of the world, I would humbly suggest, me being of an age and looking about at the mess everything’s in, that the world as I knew it is very rapidly coming to an end with no help needed from the weather. It’s not the end of the world, just the end of the world as we know it;

    Oh, I also see the offshore wind fiasco continues. And how about that stuff passing through the hands of those wot would rule over us, did I hear right? Risk being sent to prison if you refuse to install one of they mega expensive, unreliable heat pumps? Never mind; if you get locked up just follow the media ‘instructions’ as listed per the fellow in the first paragraph. Just need to fine tune your truck hanging technique... I’ll have to listen to that later.

Quote; Marcus Aurelius.

“The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.”

And Then Yet More...

   With thanks to Ripper, here’s the Rommy Tobinson video mentioned earlier. It be a link as the Share button doesn’t want to work for me.
   This next bit ‘works’ on many levels; on the co-co scam level of course and regards the top video, well, we’ll have to wait, breath not held, for our seekers of truth in our media to cover that.
   I can only guess that the little girl wot’s the BBC fact checker is frantically finding ways to poke holes in it. Or ignore it all together. QUICK, EVERYONE, LOOK OVER HERE, a TV squirrel wot’s been naughty!! We think...

Quote; Antonella Gambotto-Burke.

“We have reached a point in history where intellectual incapacitation feels like wholeness, and where forgetting trumps remembering.”

And Then, We’re Going To Pot...

Okay, not just yet but the path in that direction is slowly being paved and I fully believe it won’t be too long before cannabis becomes legal.

I seem to remember, back in the dark ages, the TV would start transmitting early evening and shut down a bit before midnight. Then the government of the day encountered some pretty big trouble and the natives were becoming increasingly restless and threatening to take to the streets in great numbers and, as if by magic, the TV was working all day thus keeping a huge number of potential troublemakers strapped to their sofas.

Now it’s not often I’m right and I may well be wrong again but that’s close to wot I remember happening. And wasn’t there another going-on and the suspicion that the unwashed may take to the streets again herald the introduction of all-day licensing of the pubs? Potential trouble averted so now wot to do to curb the escalating alcohol intake? Got it! Ban smoking in pubs an’ such.  That’ll cool their jets.

Anyhoo, not too long after that the TV became known as the opiate of the people.

And now? I believe those up there are fully aware that us down here are just about at tethers end. Wot to do? Why turn a proper opiate loose  on us of course. Take to the streets? Many would if they could just stop laughing long enough to be able to find their front doors. JD.

Tin foil hat on? You ever get the feeling we’re being played?

             

Bringing up the rear - and the use of the word ‘rear’ will become clear at the closing of this bit – I was queuing to pay for gas after filling the car when I glanced to my left at an upright freezer containing a selection of frozen meals. Wot caught my aging eyes was a rather tasty picture which announced it was chicken. However, the second word of the dish gave me pause for thought and made me wonder if these frozen meal producers had given up all pretence of hiding wot they bung within. I left the queue to double check and within seconds re-joined, mind at ease, after discovering the second word was not wot I suspected but was in fact ‘casserole’.

Quote;  ??

Police Officer to the pothead: “How high are you, son?” Pothead laughs: “No officer, it’s “Hi, How are you?”

And Then A Can...

Every elderly generation accuses the young of being incapable of disposing of litter correctly and each generation is sure the litter problem is getting worse. Trust me, it’s not their/our fault. It’s the fault of all those politicians, bureaucrats and managers of anything and everything throughout this and past generations.

Care to explain? Okay, since the beginning of time there have been top folk, be it top family guy, top tribe guy, top village guy or whatever, and frequently, these top fellows have been presented with problems to sort out. Almost as frequently, the top chaps decided, in the interests of a quiet life, to put off confronting the problem. Thus the problem solving was put on hold in the hope the problem would go away or be forgotten.

Over time, this became known as kicking the can down the road and we’ve all kicked a can down there at some time thus with an ever increasing population and each passing generation faced with ever increasing complexities involved with day-to-day living and problem solving, can kicking has increased. {I was going to type, ‘can kicking has increased exponentially’ but not being totally sure what ‘exponentially’ really means I chose to leave it out.}
Note to politicians; if you’re not one hundred percent sure you fully understand what you’re about to say – don’t say it.

So far so confused? Well, remember that for every action there’s a reaction and all those metaphorical tin cans had to end up somewhere and, through some aberration in the space/time continuum,** not yet fully understood, they eventually, once gravity comes into play, materialise as real tin cans in the real world. The determination of the can kicker would determine how far down the road of time and space the metaphorical can got before it came to rest in the real world.

See? So when you go out and you’re confronted by copious numbers of tin cans everywhere, it’s not ‘our’ fault, they’re part of our past and, to repeat myself, with an increasing population, advances in technology and the complexity of life resulting in ever more cans needing to be kicked from the here and now to the there and then, you have to feel sorry for future generations. Plus, of course, all the cans yet to appear here.

On the plus side, again with technology leaping ahead plus the advances in robotics, resulting in those future generations having little to nothing to do, there will be absolute mountains of tin cans to collect and weigh-in at the local scrappy for a few bob so it’s not all bad.

I’m presently preparing my application for further funding so’s I can continue my research into the practicality of kicking visible cans up rather than down the road thus returning them to the original can kicker which will have the kick-on effect of somewhat solving the litter problem. This, of course, isn’t going to be cheap research.

**I’m a tad lost on that word as well and having looked it up I discovered I don’t understand definition either. But it’s a big word and sounds clever. Continuum: A continuous nonspatial whole or extent or succession in which no part or portion is distinct or distinguishable from adjacent parts.

Quote;  Ron Brackin.

“The massive doors of Area 51 closed behind him, echoing like iron thunder. Carl stood for a moment, inhaling the hot desert air, wondering whether to tell the world the wonders he had seen, and, if so, how. Amazing things. Other-worldly things. Also a set of car keys. And one brown sock.”

And Then We Have ID...

I’m sure You’ve all been following the ongoing investigation currently underway in Germany relating to the naughty lorry and the not-so-latest news that the lad alleged to have been sitting behind the wheel helpfully left his ID documents under the seat. If leaving ID at crime scenes was to catch-on amongst the criminal fraternity as a whole, it would go some small way to show us their underlying sense of fair-play and decency would it not? It could also go some small way in assisting various police forces to improve their crime clear-up statistics. However, that would assume the bad boys could be trusted to leave their own ID behind.

Anyhoo, from where I’m sitting, resplendent in my tinfoil onesie, complete with integrated full-head hood and mittens, it do seem to stretch my imagination a tad that a fellow would nick a truck, kill the driver, drive it through a crowded market in an attempt to wipe-out as many innocents as possible and then run away leaving his ID under the seat where it remained patiently waiting for the ace investigators to discover it, what, twenty four hours later?

I will not fall over backwards in amazement if, in the near future, it’s reported that the suspect was cornered and shot dead whilst resisting arrest.

And thus we can move on as there’s nothing further to report, another line can be drawn under another sad incident, candles snuffed-out and teddies wrapped ready for displaying at the next pop-up shrine.

Quote;  Mitch Hedberg.

“I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn't have one. So I got a cake.”

And Then Another Nudge...

Do you remember this post I posted with links inside to posts relating to the ‘guidance’ on the use of sunshine and also to another Foggy post on the subject of the same subject relating to tin hat foolery? Hello? You still with me? Remember now? And how you all laughed at my thought process and how ridiculous my thoughts are? Remember now?

Well, what do you think of the burkini then? The what? The burkini. Okay, it’s a joke, right? You think so? Check this out then. And the nudge this time is helpfully provided by that stalwart of British retailing, good ol’ Marks & Spencer. Or as her indoors calls them, Marks Expensive. Getting less foil hat funny by the day is it not?

Finally, well, I hope not, but finally for this post, yet another back track to the Sad Thought post. A comment has been added by Weekend Yachtsman, a quote from Conrad, which needs putting up front for all you readers of advancing years. Not too sure if it’ll do much to cheer you up though.

"I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more--the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort--to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold,grows small, and expires--and expires, too soon--before life itself."

Let’s close with a song. Like me, you probably don’t like that Hip-Hop soundin’ stuff at all and feel you’re way to old for that weird modern ‘music’ but, trust me, hit play and you may, just may, be pleasantly surprised and, by close, even find you’ve found a little hope. I like the line, “Started at the bottom scrounging an’ scraping.”

      

Quote;  Valeria Mazza.

“In some countries, women aren't allowed to wear a swimsuit.”

And The It Comes To Pass....

Remember a little bit after a while ago I posted a bit of foil hat foolery?

...what’s the chance, should we get a warmish summer, there’ll be an ‘official’ global warming skin cancer scare relating to soft skinned European ladies? Any chance the health ‘recommendation’ will be that they should stay indoors but if they do venture outside they should cover as much skin as possible in very cool, loosely flowing, head-to-toe, dark garments? 

Well, you may still be laughing regarding that farfetched hypotheses but thanks to The View from Cullingworth and Nanny Knows Best I can now link to the precursor to the fulfillment of the contents of my gibbering post for your perusal. Still Laughing?

See? That didn’t take long did it? Nudge, nudge. And the next nudge? To get your vitamin D, sunbathe, an arm at a time, in the privacy of your own garden where it’s easy to run inside should you feel an overdose coming on but you MUST cover-up if venturing away from the safety and shelter of your home, right? Trust me, it’s on the ‘drawing board’. Not so damn funny now is it?

Quote;  Noel Coward.

“Sunburn is very becoming, but only when it is even - one must be careful not to look like a mixed grill”

And Then Let’s Make The Bad Good....

Now alcohol has been deemed deadly, and smoking’s basically death on stilts and if you consume more than a rasher of bacon a year you’re signing your own death warrent, cast aside the Timidadians ‘ban all fun’ idea for a moment and see if you can spot a more cunning pattern emerging.

I’ll give you a clue. Remember a while ago I noted that almost all advertising, real and subliminal, had started featuring young fellows with full beards? What’s that all about I mused. Think on  that; think on the moves to wipe out smoking, the slow{?} moves to outlaw alcohol and the gentle start to scaring us off pork. See a pattern emerging now?

With the good fraus of Germany being advised it would be better to venture out in the company of a man (where have I heard that one before?) rather than alone and if they must go solo, to dress appropriately, what’s the chance, should we get a warmish summer, there’ll be an ‘official’ global warming skin cancer scare relating to soft skinned European ladies? Any chance the health ‘recommendation’ will be that they should stay indoors but if they do venture outside they should cover as much skin as possible in very cool, loosely flowing, head-to-toe, dark garments? See where it’s all pointing? Are we being gently coerced – sorry Mr Cumerbund – nudged into conforming with our new bestest ever friends? Do I need to dress in three piece tin foil kit and get out less?

Anyhoo, tin foil to one side, here’s an old one to celebrate those  who hate smoking, drinking and that new dark force, wild, wild feminism; enjoy, again, a classic rendition{ing?} of Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women,

            

Quote;  F. T. McKinstry.

“In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.”