My saving the world from pollution and war.  An environmental plan.

It seems that  so many people seem to currently have a beef  with cows, or indeed more accurately their gas, or rather as we in the uk like to call it  a Trump.

Now I cannot in all honesty lay claim at the door (I know most fields have gates not doors) of the cows themselves, nor their anus’. Yes these beautiful and sadly very edible creatures do produce a lot of methane, let’s face it a cow just cannot fly, even though they are evidently full of gas, and if they did we would all end up with a pat on the head.

The numbers of cows, and other domesticated and invented animals in agriculture (sheep a prime example of a creature designed by millennia of human farming and breeding by design), are the issue. Most of us can generally cope with one partners trumps throughout the night, but if you slept with a football team in a small room after they had been eating weetabix all the previous day, well I suspect breathing apparatus would be preferred over silk sheets.

Even so would you feed all the men or women on the team untested chemicals, or just reassess your sexual appetite? 

Now my personal belief is that if we reduced the need for breeding cattle by er let’s say……….0.168% (the percentage of billionaires to the rest of the world’s population), a good level of the damage could be reversed, especially as these ‘billionaires ‘ seem to have the  most dramatically negative impact upon the planet. A bog standard Rolls Royce for instance is 6,200cc. That’s 6.2litres of fuel to fill the cylinders on each rotation of the engine. I can only imagine what the environmental impact of a pre catalytic converter version is, but even so a bus that carries 76 passengers is likely only around 7litres.

Now there are some people that are not even millionaires, who fly planes, but the difference between a 5240cc cessna 172, burning roughly 7 – 9 gallons per hour, and even a small Lear jet  31a burning  202 gallons per hour is dramatically different.

Most of us reading this (and definitely me writing it) are not millionaires, a significant number of us (me included) will have no saving at all. Even eating out at somewhere that’s only one step up from what I  believe to be, terrorist backing, McDonald’s is a once in a blue moon treat, and often though we would love to leave a tip for the lovely waiting on staff, we can’t afford to and eat.

A billionaire I imagine could eat anywhere without worrying about the cost, even if it has to include the meals for their paid lackie’s and the additional security. I can’t be sure though as – if you hadn’t already guessed, I am no billionaire. 

My nipping the 8 – 10 miles on a weekend to Matlock Bath,  in Derbyshire, on my 1500cc motorbike doesn’t really equate to a billionaires trip on their Lear Jet to a bordering erm……….continent.

Now I am not writing this as a  jealous human, to be honest,  when my health allows, I cannot believe there is any feeling to equate to riding my bike, and even if it’s to the same destination every time, it’s where my friends are, where I am known, and most of all where I am safe if my health deteriorated. It’s my version of heaven most of the time.

My hobby is tinkering with my bike and yes flying into space too, but that one I do in my mind and record in my writing. Hopefully the impact my life has upon the atmosphere is negligible.  My wardrobe is generally flown  in from the closest charity shop, carboot or market, so not many air-miles to offset there.

I do drink milk, though not copious amounts and only very rarely eat beef, usually any meat I do have is chicken or pork.  I am not a proud omnivore either, and respect all my friends that are vegetarian, pescatarian (Oscar my fish is not on anyone’s menu, be warned!) or vegan, I have tried to cut out meat, but my diet is already complex due to health conditions and meds,(yes just another selfish lazy-arse meat eater full of excuses).

Now I am losing my point a little here, not as much as some reading this are losing their will to….well you get my meaning. But my point is my hobbies do not include building spaceships, punching holes in the ozone, nor do I, as sadly I believe the majority of billionaires do, invest in the arms industries, in munitions, military aviation, missiles research and development (BAE systems a prime example),  basically in war.

I don’t bribe politicians or even in some cases own them,  (not that i could even afford to offer them a pint), I personally don’t have any influence on any country’s policy at home or abroad, though I wish I did. I have never used subterfuge, corruption or lies to influence how others see me. I, as almost everyone else on the planet do not crave power, I am no self declared leader, no celebrity, social media or otherwise. I am a grumpy bloke that’s lived long enough to have a little experience that informs my own brand of I guess wisdom, without any claim to be actually wise.

I see corporations as being the conglomeration of materialism for gain, and only, yes only to feed into the quaffers of their billionaire and even millionaire shareholders.

So again if we rid Earth of its billionaires,  maybe we would be actually able to reorganise the way food is farmed and distributed, to save the huge carbon footprints developed by transportation.

Imagine if all our lettuces were British grown, given those farmed in Britain are often exported abroad.  We should be organising into communities for produce as much as possible, but who owns shares in all the biggest transport groups,  the cargo fleets at sea or in the air? Well you or even your folks might have a few shares, but most of you won’t be invited to the DHL board Xmas  party. Not that Musk, Gates or even Branson would likely attend unless it was on a private island in the Seychelles?

The point is billionaires do not actually bring anything to the table of the world other than a lust for money, gold, control and power. Everything they invest in becomes theirs and is only ever for profiteering.

They invest in war, in poverty and power. We the “poor” (which is a term I may use to describe myself on a material level, and always proportional to what is being discussed,  as in compared to billionaires we all likely are financially and materially poor in comparison,  however, may  be deemed as materialistically rich compared to someone existing on the streets here in the UK or anywhere in this world,) do not have any real value to a billionaire.  We are simply either defined as eaters, people who only exist to eat away at the resources that would solely be those owned or rather claimed by the billionaires if we did not exist, or we are a measure of the proportional wealth of each of them. We make being super rich special, give them something to feel superior to.

They may invest in our ideas, in our skills, but only to profit themselves.

I attended the last ever Queens garden party. Not I must add through personal choice, but because I had an obligation to others who had worked tirelessly,  and/or put themselves at risk during the pandemic, the invitation being their recognition.

Whilst there I can truly state that I found out who our – the majority of human beings, true enemy is. They are not immigrants or refugees, they are not exclusively foreign either.  They do not tend to wear a uniform or even carry their own gun. They likely are not even the majority of so called decision makers we love to hate and despise (even though that’s usually for the right reasons), it’s those people that are so far aloof from us that we have no influence upon their lives in any way.

I spoke to the chap who hat been the Queens personal butler for the majority of the latter part of her reign. He was exceedingly intoxicated (pissed as the proverbial newt in reality). He spent over twenty minutes telling us how fabulous the Queen (God bless her sunken soul) was, but each example only truly proved how vile she realy was. It displayed a person that believed herself to actually be God’s representative upon Earth and a woman who was morally bound to judge, condemn and order all she met. This was a person that had no understanding of the ‘real world’,  who didn’t bother with cash because that was for commoners.  If things were not to her exact liking she would chastise those who were close enough to blame, whether politician, Admiral or footman.

She had it seemed to me no more care for the people than Charles the first, but in her way far more power.  Remember she was not only the figurehead of the Establishment, here and likely in most if not all countries, she was also a billionaire, and the person who directed and controlled all of the corruption, misdeeds and behaviours of all those around her.

She was not some lovable pensioner, sitting in the granny flat of Britain, she was, in my humble opinion,  a truly narcissistic sociopath.  In reality how could anyone brought up to be above all others, be anything else?  (One of many reasons Monarchy and Royalty should not exist).

No doubt there will be some,  now screaming for my republican socialist head (I am only a global not nationalistic republican) on a spike, and even a few staunch CofE followers calling me heretic.

Just to be clear, my head would not look good on a stake, to be honest it doesn’t look that great on my shoulders and that’s it’s natural home.

I also was introduced to the so called diplomats that were supposedly to be the communication link between us commoners and those who we were supposed to see as our betters. However after speaking to and observing these over dressed (morning suits and top hats) peacocks, often once out of their exclusively male roped off enclosure, complete with medieval style tents, wandering with very beautiful young women, that were evidently not related to them in any way beyond the ornamental, it soon became clear that the only phrase they could parrot and even then only  restrictedly process the answer,  from commoners English, was “oh and what did you have for breakfast”. It made Pygmalion look like a contemporary film of today’s society.

We did get to have a lovely conversation with I believe the Japanese Ambassador and his wife, and they truly were at odds to those representing the UK. They were affable and polite.

Again please excuse my digression, however just to be clear I drove to London in my little mini, sadly many others arrived in far more formal and less environmentally supportive vehicles. The constant overwatch helicopter itself wasn’t the best advocate for taking global warming with any kind of serious position.

On the way home from the palace, with my soul mate and rock, we were lucky enough to observe those lovely lads of the Bullingham Club, who even now it seemed carried the same moral values of Cameron and Johnson….none!

So basically the point of this I suppose essay of sorts, is, to show that cutting the need for cows by 0.168% not only saves the methane produced by 0.168% of cattle, but also has the additional bonus of reducing the carbon footprint billionaires feel entitled and are actually able to cause at whim, by those carbon footprints caused by the drive to prioritise profit to shareholders over need, to reduce the effect of the poisons and damage caused to the planet (if not it’s population) by conflict and war, almost always exclusively designed with profiteering for billionaires in mind, and by the raping of our assets both nationally and globally 

Remember building obsolescence into products ensures the need to upgrade, and this deliberate obsolescence is all about profit, to make sure you upgrade and they continue to make money. i-phone is a classic example of this, ensuring that the removal of support and updates means you either update every two years or your phone becomes virtually unusable.

So we can truly effect in a positive way the climate change in this world, just by adopting the tools employed by those who affect it most adversely,  their main one being it seems eradication, only we can do this without copying their murder, their genocide, we can do it simply by a distribution of wealth.  No need to kill the billionaires just seize assets and put the money back into the public systems and infrastructure it was stolen from

Actually we could even build upon this success,  and include millionaires in the equation.  Just think how much better our world would be, a little more equality, more choice, less pollution, less war, even significantly less need for greed.

I reckon this could even save not just these doomed generations of our species, but the entire planet and all life upon it.

And no, still no one gets to eat my fish – Oscar, he is my version of a pet dog!

 

 

BRINKSMANSHIP for what?

To be honest though the ridicolusly dangerous and misguided brinksmanship that Biden, the Tories and sadly Von Starmerführer have been playing for the last few years is only to make weapons profitable again. Having a cold war stance means more national budgets can go into munitions and arms. They can increase their own security and tie the hands of their own citizens with tales of fear.
Sadly though not only do we have these absolutely clueless muppets pulling our strings, we have hard line nutters doing the same in the countries we target as out “virtual enemies”.
This is playing a role play game but with real bombs, including nuclear.
Putin is not on my list of the mentally stable, nor is Khamenei, Xi Jinping, nor Kim Jong Un, but sadly Biden, Starmer or Benjamin Netanyahu are either.
Britain in my humble opinion hasn’t had a sane Prime Minister since Attlee.
We cannot continue to let these vile creature hold such power in this world. There does need to be a new order to the world but not with their influence or making.
The British government are in reality just puppets anyway. They are a feigned representation of what we are fooled into believing is democracy.
You do not need a foil covered cullender upon your head to realise that we are lied to every single day, by corrupt politicians who simple follow the orders of their masters.
Britain has few industry left, most having been asset stripped over the years at the agreement of the government’s representing all the official political parties and contenders.
The biggest of industries we still truly have are not owned by us, not even on the whole run in Britain, but owned by the British Establishment, and that industry is WAR!
It truly is that simple.

Meaning of my life at least.

I am so fed up of the attitudes of folk right now. When I got ill and had to retire I lost so many friends, they couldn’t understand how being ill effects folk.
They were oblivious to the all too often need due to pain, exhaustion and medication for me to cancel long standing arrangements or at times my not arriving after having set off.
These were people that had claimed for years, decades in some cases to be the best of friends, even calling themselves family.
I spent such a long time myself in coming to terms with the effects of crohns disease, insulin controlled diabetes, fibromyalgia,  COPD, heart issues including angina, SVT and chronic heart disease, neuropathy, PTSD, and the depression and anxiety that goes with all of this.
People expect because of my size and personality,  for me to be strong. And on the days they see me I try to be, often taking on their problems as my own.
During this journey there were points I would get very low, or even angry, mainly at myself. After trying to cope with the loss of my brother Robert,  and truly struggling with that, he was 18yrs younger than me and like my son, me having had a huge role n his childhood, I lost all contact with my adult children, they only saw the grumpy side of me, believing I should just get over it. Their mum even ringing me and telling me I was  a useless cripple, and to just die. Sadly some of my family chose to reinforce this view. I still have no contact, no idea about their lives in any way.
This year though things have been even more difficult. In January my dad got very ill. We took him to A&E at Chesterfield Royal Hospital with back pain,  whilst in A&E a doctor told him he had cancer (no scans had been done), he was then moved to a ward, where they initially failed to recognise what was wrong, this caused his kidneys to fail,
He then was discharged with sepsis and within hours because we had recognised just how ill he was, we took him back in.  Then they actually did some tests and whilst we were all with him a registrar told him, and us that he had cancer in his kidneys, that his kidneys had died and he had 2 months to live.
Thankfully she was completely wrong and had no cause to say any of this. There was no evidence of cancer, but there was a blocked tube from his kidney to his bladder which again they failed to operate upon. After being told he had 2 months to live my dad lost all hope. He lost three stone and refused to eat.
Eventually in April they realised about the pipe and after further investigation, with us meeting with consultant after consultant they decided to do a nephrostomy, basically a tube inserted directly  into his kidney and bypassing the bladder completely.  The urine from one kidney now draining into a bag.
It was almost a miracle cure for him. His kidneys that were supposedly “dead” returned to full function. Biopsies had not found any evidence of cancer. There was once again hope for us. Not so much for my dad himself though. From being a very fit 80yr old, happy to be walking round a car boot or driving to France, he now was a shadow. He was around 7 stone and almost 6ft. He became frail to the point of him wanting to give up. He once discharged would only sit in his arm chair staring at the walls. His passion for cooking had even gone. He seemed just to be waiting for God. The registrar had stolen all hope from him, and even when disproved the physical effect upon him was extreme. 
Prior to him getting ill my life had been difficult, particularly in winter, and from being as active as possible in the local bike world and my club, suddenly I wasn’t seen anywhere. I lost contact with those who insisted on calling me brother (something after Robert actually took on a new meaning) and spent the majority of my time at hospital or with my folks.
In May I went away for a weekend to recharge,  and to spend time with some long standing friends and my absolute soulmate. During this weekend I planned to return early to meet up with some others for a planned event, but my bike died on me. The gearbox went and I had to crawl home.  The bike has ever since been in a mechanics garage being rebuilt at a cost I will not dare to share, needless to say I am glad I don’t smoke or really drink.
Then it was back into either being at my folks or with my dad at hospital. I had to cancel my own medical appointments including procedures that may long term prolong my life. 
It was July before things started to settle a little for my dad, but even then I was around with him every moment I could be. The problem with  a nephrostomy is that it can easily pull out if you catch it, it can cause infections inside your organs. It is pretty unpleasant. So still hospital or home for my dad.
Then the next level, he got a temperature,  and became very sick. We took him to Chesterfield Royal Hospital yet again after his GP’s failed to act, he was admitted for critically low sodium, but even though I had assurances from the medical director that he would not be discharged until his sodium levels improved, his infection treated and he had stopped being sick. They kept him for two days on adult frailty then discharged him after insisting his sodium was fine and he had stopped being sick. This was sadly a lie. Within a few hours of discharge my sister took him to Northern General in Sheffield and they immediately transferred him to Urology at Sheffield Hallamshire Hospital.
He then was transferred to ITU and remained there for a few days with critically low sodium of 108 which caused severe delirium. He was dangerously ill and also had a severe kidney infection.  Eventually after 6 weeks we have my dad home thankfully. It’s been horrible for him and my mum. He is slowly returning to being him, and now I can change his dressing so not relying upon district nurses. We have a temporary care package in place, but there is no long term plan as yet.
I am with them every day, despite my own health making it beyond difficult.  I am however not complaining. I have during this time found my true friends, those I can rely on, and one above all others, and sadly lost too many yet again because they failed to understand.
Being there for others can be difficult, it can put stress on you, physically,  mentally and emotionally,  of that I truly am certain, however I am so lucky to still have my parents, they have been part of my life from day one, through the trials and the joy.
Non of us are perfect, but we can show our true selves when those we say we care about truly need us, whether as a friend or more.
That’s my meaning of life. 

HATE for people I do not know

 

 

 

The thing is, I personally do not know anyone in Gaza, in Palestine, in Israel. I knew one person in Iraq who was once my best friend, but no one in Libya, Syria, Yemen or any of the states we have or are threatening to bomb.

I also do not know anyone in Israel either, I know very few people outside of the UK.

I have no idea of the religions of the majority of friends, I am open about my beliefs, but I doubt if many of them know what they are, unless of course they read my blog or Facebook.

I do know I don’t hate any people for where they live, their religion, their culture or skin.

I do not blame anyone now for what their parents, grandparents or ancestors did.

I do however despise war, death, cruelty, famine, terror, poverty, genocide,  especially when it’s due to expansionism, imperialism, greed, corruption or political grooming and profiteering. 

I look at Palestine, Gaza and Israel and can see the fear and mistrust, the anger upon both sides.

I can understand how the political leaders upon both sides are responsible for stirring all of it up.

I even get why people listen to the rhetoric their leaders feed them. Propaganda when backed by violence is the strongest tool in any generals armoury. Teach those you wish to fight for you to hate those you wish to fight. It truly is a first rule in any war.

I can sit in any pub, café or even shop here in  Derbyshire,  UK, 2,330 miles from Palestine and listen to people rant at how they hate the “Muslims” or how they hate the “Jews” because of what they are led to believe by the media, by government ministers or by Bob from the local bookies that knows a bloke…..

I have had conversations with British and American Veterans, all of whom have differing experiences and views.

Before I hate anyone I have to have met them, or been effected by their personal actions. I can easily despise a politician due to their behaviour, I can get beyond angry at a terrorist or war criminal, even a group of them. But I can also feel ire towards the attitude of a GP practice manager or receptionist.

My feeling towards each will differ in scale, but each will gain a response from me. Whether through words upon social media or through a complaint made.

I do know that I have always been led to believe that there have been stacks of weapons piled up on Israeli street corners due to the constant fear derived from the risk of being invaded by their bordering countries. I also have been told that Israel still has conscription,  and that almost all adults have to join the army.  I however have never been to Israel so do not personally  know.

I also have been able to see videos, posts and news from social media and various news outlets of the vile living conditions in Palestine, and the ongoing military attacks upon vulnerable children and their parents.

I know that Israel is not only a wealthy country with the ability to influence western politicians and right wing activists, breeding and spreading hatred towards any Arab that is not a member of the Israeli Zionist (expansionist) state.

I also know that the Israeli intelligence service Mossad,  is likely the most skilled, powerful and aggressive of any of their counterparts in the world, including those of Britain, Russia, China or the USA. They have been able to infiltrate and control the international and even national political policy of most of the world’s governments.

I, given the information available to me, see Israel currently as a Rogue State, that is intent upon genocide of all the people that they see as inferior to themselves …… Untermensch  as Hitler and his supporters called the Jews, the Russians, the Chinese or anyone that was non Aryan.

Our politicians, even those within the Government have been groomed by Israel, with I believe  holidays, I presume gifts and maybe even bribes, even as far as taking these ‘perks’ as opportunity for political photo shoots, and not only politicians,  but also such purveyors of hate such as the pathetic Steven Yaxley-Lennon – Tommy Robinson, and the vicious bile filled Katie Hopkins both of whom have, as a few British politicians also,  been Photographed on their Israel jaunts wearing Israeli Defence Force T-shirts straddled across an Israeli tank.

Even the conflict in Ukraine has financial and political benefits for British Politics, including contracts for arms, political favours and pressure, opportunities to asset strip that country of minerals under thee guise of commercial support, and recreating a fake cold war, enabling share holders of British Arms and Aviation firms to benefit from international tensions, that do not actually exist.

It also means our own government, whatever party,  can easily divert hate and fear to external sources taking the focus off their own  cruelty, corruption and paths towards state murder.

 

 

 

 

NHS EUTHANASIA

How many of you know we no longer have a choice as to whether the hospital will use CPR, as in a DO NOT ATTEMPT CPR…DO NOT RESUSCITATE, the doctors can take any choice away from us and do. I have even been told by a NHS SHO, this very day that they often make that decision not on quality of life, but on age. That is EUTHANASIA! A tactic the Nazis and far right all want to bring in, and now have!

The last charge

So it turns put this corrupt treacherous version if Labour is intent on being even more fascist than the vile Mein Kampf quoting Tories who we all know tp be agent provocateurs  for the British excuse of a right wing. The leader of the once Socialist Labour Party (the current Puppet Minister) now edging (charging with the thoughtful consideration shown by the generals of the Light Brigade) even more towards a National Socialist – Nationalsozialismus (NAZI) Government! Sadly though Von Starmer doesn’t yet realise he will end up being remembered as being far more akin to Mussolini – a dummy controlled by the strings of a certain Expansionist, genocidal Middle Eastern Government leader’s version of Adolf Hitler. Oh how things change.
Kier my kind advice is for you to beware of lamp-posts and blunt pen-knifes