If you can’t stand the heat…
It’s hot.
I know this because I just happen to know when I’m hot. Feeling hot or cold is something I learned to do nearly three quarters of a century ago and I am still able to do it now. I know whether I’m hot or cold and can even tell when I’m uncomfortably so in either direction. Wonderful, isn’t it?
However I am apparently in mortal danger. The radio and television keep on and on about the temperature. It may pass 31 degrees today and break another record [you can hear the excitement in their voices]. They reckon [with some disappointment] that it wouldn’t be an all time record but it might be a record for August. And then they tell us of the mortal dangers of hot weather. In particular they go on about the “vulnerable and the elderly” and how we are the most vulnerable of the lot. We must stay indoors. We must lather ourselves in suncream. We must wear hats. To listen to them you’d think we would all melt or spontaneously combust or something.
What they fail to realise is that we have been around a bit. The clue is in the word “elderly”. We have experienced hot days before though to listen to them you’d swear this was the first warm day ever. I have baked in England. I have baked in France. I have actually spent days outdoors in sunny weather when the temperature was well in excess of Ireland’s all time record. Granted I got a bit burned occasionally and once had a bad dose of sunstroke, but those just warned me to be careful. That’s called experience.
Experience is something us elderly collect over a lifetime. The chances are we have been there before and remember how to react to a situation. Even more important, we grew up in an era where we learned things for ourselves and didn’t need “experts” to guide us. We didn’t need to be told how to react to something or wait to be informed that something is dangerous. They are rabbiting on about the dangers of water for fuck’s sake. Do we really need to be informed that water can drown us?
There’s yet another “expert” on the radio at this very moment. Once again he is pleading for the elderly to stay indoors.
I think I’ll go and cut the grass.
Come the next winter, those same idiots who believe all this nonsense will be complaining that they are freezing to death because they can’t afford to put on the heating. Right now I’ve heard on the news that there’s a run on bottled water because of the draught. If we’re that short on water, then why is it still coming out of my taps? Mac has a great take on it.
http://foggy-mirror.blogspot.com/2022/08/and-then-appeal.html
I saw Mac’s piece. I sent a donation of some bitcoins.
And the teevee medja always send some prat, with complete outside broadcast crew, to stand opposite a pub (out of screen shot) in a field that has just been harvested and therefore has no green stuff whatoever, just stubble, and proclaim that this is typical of all UK.
Then end of piece and all into the pub to scoff, gather blank VAT receipts and calculate colluded exes.
There is a word for them. But I won’t.
Fond memories of “Drop the Dead Donkey”?!!
It’s part of the process of infantilising the population – if they become accustomed to relying on government to provide ‘advice’ in such everyday situations as occasional heat and cold, then they’ll be more conditioned to relying on the same source for topics of more substantial benefit to the government.
Covid was just a try-out for expanding this direction and, with most of the sheeple, it worked well, so merely adding ‘crisis advice’ on heat is just adding another layer to the control process. Chances are the grateful dead-heads won’t spot what’s happening and will continue to comply with whatever nonsense any malign government may proffer hereafter.
As the Chinese proverb much favoured by Chairman Mao said, “The longest journey starts with the first step”.
Oddly, I went to a football match yesterday where there were no health warnings. It was a non-league match, so the crowd wasn’t very big – 2,800 – and the 600 visiting supporters were given no warning that the open terrace upon which they were standing was a dangerous place to be.
The only comment on the weather was the announcer saying ‘it’s 38 degrees on the pitch at Huish Park today, so there will be water break for the players half way through the first and the second half’. This seemed reasonable and has long been the practice in rugby matches in France