I wonder how many of the participants have the vaguest notion of the science behind Warble Gloaming? My guess is very few to none. Their “education” consists of a mixture of indoctrination into the Church of Climate Change and a fervour whipped up by Farcebook and Twitter.
I am not too old to forget my school days. I know damn well that given half a chance to bunk off for the day, I would have grasped the opportunity with both hands. Even better, if I were chastised for my absence I could claim it was “to save my future” and who can argue with that? Now how many of the Greta Youth are doing just that? A day off school and the chance to cause a bit of chaos? Brilliant!
I had a look at their website, but I must warn anyone visiting it that you will be presented with a frightening image of the High Priestess herself with a glare in her beady eyes that would scare the Devil himself.
Anyhows the scary thing in that site is their “Why are kids striking” bit. It shows clearly that the kids are being told that they have no future. The clear implication is that the world as we know it is about to end within their lifetime. Isn’t that a lovely thing to teach kids? I would imagine it is guaranteed to bring about a massive feeling of depression and futility. Teenage years are hard enough without that being dumped on them?
Basically I just mooch around for the day, tending to Herself’s needs but with visits to the village every second day or so, where I give the dog a good walk followed by a visit to the coffee shop. To give an idea, peak excitement today was a futile search for a handbag. As you may gather, this doesn’t give rise to many ideas for a scribble.
Today however I received a phone call.
It was a woman from the local hospital who was anxious for me to join in some physiotherapy course for victims of heart “events”. Apparently it’s a six week course but I have already missed the first week [why didn’t she phone me last week?]. God knows what it involves but Herself is keen that I attend.
“Are you walking” asked the woman.
This one worried me a bit. Was she asking if I was mobile enough not to need a wheelchair or did she expect me to walk to the hospital [a distance of many miles]? I hesitantly said I was able to walk if that was what she was worried about.
“No” said she. “Are you following the walking regime as you were instructed?”
This one was another puzzle. I was supposed to walk for five minutes a day for the first week, upping it to ten minutes the second week and so on. Seeing as I do a fair bit of walking around the house I excused myself the first week but on the second week I started walking the dog around the village area. This involves quite a bit of uphill and downhill and was about twenty minutes to do the circuit so I considered myself ahead of the game. I didn’t want to go through all the explanations so I just told her that I had the dog knackered. She laughed. That was obviously the right answer but I didn’t tell her that a walk of about ten feet knackers the dog.
So I start on Monday.
I haven’t a clue what to expect.
It might give me something to scribble about though.
There seems to be a common consensus that somehow taxes are a Good Thing.
Personally, I recognise that some taxes are necessary. Someone has to pay for the services we all expect, such as street lighting or teachers’ salaries but apart from the essentials I strongly resent my taxes being spent on vanity projects or services for a minority group that should be capable of funding themselves. Out gubmint seems to be under the impression that income from taxation is a pit of free money for them to throw away without any regard for its source.
So where possible I evade tax. And if circumstances allow, I avoid tax. If there is a tax allowance, I will claim it and if I can pay for something “under the counter” I will do so. I consider it my moral duty.
What baffles me though is the number of people who will actively call for greater taxation to further some pet cause and to “nudge” people into the path of righteousness. Someone perceives that there is a problem somewhere and their first suggestion is invariably taxation. This seems to be a fairly new phenomenon and my theory is that it traces back to tobacco taxes.
A case in point is a suggestion that the gubmint should lower alcohol taxes to prevent cross border trade with Norn Iron. When asked if this is a good idea however, around a third of the population think this is a bad idea. These people think it is right that alcohol tax should remain at exorbitant levels and assuming that a fair proportion of these people partake in a drop of libation then I can only assume that they are willing to freely give their money to the gubmint to piss against the wall.
I have a limited bank account in so far as there is only so much arriving in it. If I try to spend more than the current balance I get into severe trouble. If there are insufficient funds then I can’t spend. If I were a gubmint however, I just slap an extra tax on something and watch the funds increase and carry on with my profligate spending.
Yesterday it was a lovely sunny day and I spent a good while in the garden ripping brambles off the trees. It was warm and very pleasant.
Today it’s wet. Somehow overnight the trees are changing colour. Yesterday they were all green but today there are shades of brown red and gold. There is a nip in the air too.
Today I also had an horrific experience. I was wandering through the Back Room where Herself was watching afternoon television. It was then that I saw it. It seared my eyes and brought about a dark cloud of impending doom. It was a fucking Christmas advertisement with a fucking Santa extolling the virtues of some fucking holiday park for Christmas. Ho, ho, fucking ho.
Unfortunately its arrival coincided with my little “event” so it got a little bit overlooked. I would like to redress that little oversight.
The mail was of course from my old friend Supershadow [or is it SuperShadow? Or even Shadow Super?] and I would hate to think that he might decide I was ignoring him and break off all communications. After all, I seem to have become his PR agent or something and without me his voice would never be heard. I hope he appreciates my efforts?
This mail was a little different from the usual berating I usually get. In fact it was more on the lines of a newsletter and for once it was quite literary. The subject was quite alarming, especially for any reader in the Cork and Kerry area. Who could guess the earth shattering events taking place literally under their feet?
Leastwise, out of a sense of duty I feel compelled to reproduce the mail almost in its entirety [there was a lot more, but I only have so much ink in my computer]. I shall refrain from passing any comment.
August 14th was a big day for me.
The Earth alliance had contacted yours truly (ShadowSuper) just 2 days before.
I was simply told to arrive outside Healy-Raes pub in the picturesque village of Kilgarvan near the Cork and Kerry County Border in the south of Ireland.
Arriving at Kilgarvan, I eyed the wheat wavering in the distance in the beautiful irish countryside, shivering in anticipation which belied the geopolitically important reason I was here in the first place — an interview with Q.
The earth alliance source didn’t give away much on the phone, except to say Q was currently at a converted underground base in the sprawling Shehy mountains which straddle the borders of Cork and Kerry just south of Kilgarvan. This was a former Cabal base raided by the alliance in 2017, Its former occupants now slopping it out at GITMO.
After an hour had passed, and then another hour, and another – I wondered was this really going to happen.
Suddenly a large Black Chevrolet Express Van approached out of nowhere tyres screeching, stopping abruptly in front of yours truly and simultaneously snuffing out the tranquility of this sleepy quiet village.
I was told to get into the rear of the van – FAST
Once inside I was placed on the ground and blindfolded. I was assured by this white hat operative that it was for my own protection. An hour went by, I could tell the van was driving over old back-roads and Back Country. I began to sleep deeply.
When I awoke I was no longer blindfolded but sitting on cantilever chair in a non nondescript room reminiscent of Neo’s interrogation in the 1999 movie the matrix..
The man sitting in front of me was tall man with chiseled features, his brows neatly combed but currently furrowed in a frown.
Instinctively I knew it was Q.
In a deep voice american he asked me to relax and simply – SPEAK..
Nervously I took the pen and paper from the table and prepared my shaking hand for transcription aware that Q never blinked and was staring right at me.
SHADOWSUPER: “Well its been quite an adventure for me to get to meet you here. why now this interview?..did the Earth alliance insist or was it your call?”
Q: “Many will say it was the allaince but I decided months ago to do this. You can throw so many breadcrumbs in the space of 2 years but maybe on the odd occasion I can throw someone like you a slice kid”
SHADOWSUPER: ” So is there only one Q – you, or are there more of you”
Q “Whistleblowers work alone , they may get help but those who help are not allowed to see the big picture. they may be good people, but the less they know about the specific operations relating to the cabal takedown the better. Remember all the other whistle blowers were alone…you think snowdon had an accomplice do you ?? no it was just himself. ya Kid theirs only one Q. teams leak info. trump knows that only too well.”
SHADOWSUPER: “Yes but why here in this base in the south of ireland, and why now”
Q “Kid I could give a 100 different reasons for why now, but as for Ireland, well, what can I say…the cabal really fooled Americans about area 51.. there was never anything at area 51, the cabal fooled patriots into thinking stuff was happening there, but while the world was distracted they were building bases like the one we are in here right now, using CERN technology to communicate with off world entities. as our good president trump says – nothing is as it seems – trump knew but he knew it wasnt time”
SHADOWSUPER “What about the mass arrests. We know there are Cabal in Gitmo, but what about hillary?”
Q: ” Kid you gotta remember, before you can make nice sweets you gotta build a good sweet shop.You start the job before you are fully prepared at it goes bellyup and you are back at square one. ya there are a lot of cabal in gitmo right now. Hillary’s arrest is coming but the more we take out cabal bases the more we find. this has had a more profound effect on the Dinar RV than any impending arrests. All I can say is watch and listen to trump..even consider listening backwards ..thats a bigger slice than any bread crumb for you kid?”
SHADOWSUPER: “you mean watch future trump speeches backwards??”
Q: “I’ll just leave it there kid, next question”
SHADOWSUPER: “How will you Q drop in the future”
Q: “Ask john reznor kid , Im goin’ way back. Imagine dragons”
SHADOWSUPER: “Ok , well I dont know what that means to be fair”
Just at that moment a number of white hats entered the room grabbed me and informed me the interview was over. I was quickly blindfolded and a cloth was placed over my mouth with what appeared to be chloroform.
this was all I remembered as I woke up in the passenger seat of my car in the sleepy village of kilgarvan. An old irish gentleman wearing a flat cap passed by and quipped what a soft day it was.
I reflected on the the day and my meeting with Q.
Will the allaince call me back? will I get another interview?
I decided to go for a pint of guinness in Healy raes pub- feeling slightly better about the world.