All the greenies blathering on about Electric cars only succeeds in skirting the real debate that should be had. Those batteries only store energy. The focus should start with how energy is produced. Wind and solar will never replace demand load on grid of a modern industrial economy. Coal has been vilified and right now the push in new power generation is NatGas. Burning it produces the same maligned CO2.
These folks pushing this agenda will, if successful, only be able to flaunt zero emissions by shitting on the floor in someone else’s house.
Well I am still shooting hoops and trying things out. I have started to regain my somewhat lost sense of humour. Maybe you can understand this considering your own experience but I had to remove myself from that scene. I kept it too close and secure for too long that it became something I could only talk about in first person. Not something that would be interesting to anyone else but me. I have for quite some time wrestled with the message. There also has to be a lesson to the moral dilemma that situation I found myself in posed. I think I have one now.
Right now I am making excuses for not writing. Weather is nice but I have a week off in August. Thinking I will try and organize what is written so far. I have basic outline done so it shouldnt be too hard too get rolling.
I am enjoying the process of writing. I find it both amazing and surprising. I noticed before when I wrote that everything I wrote had a gentle tug that veered towards that coalmine. Lately though I have started varying the topic. Injecting a bit of humour and farce into subjects.
I suppose I am still experimenting with a style I can feel comfortable with. Yesterday I wrote a comment to follow JQ’s ruminations of being in a funk about the point of writing.
Funny there are days when I labour to write 100 words in a coherent fashion. Yet yesterday I wrote a bit, albeit a short piece, in about half an hour.
I am always surprised when something I write turns into something I like and more importantly for others as well. Reading Jim’s post I felt I had to respond. I have told him many times how important this blog has been to me.
Mucking about here has taught me the rudiments of composition. I still have much to learn but I can see the progression. Uncola, HSF, many others and of course Jim Quinn himself are great mentors in ways they likely don’t fully appreciate.
Here I am rambling along.
Anyways as for our buddy the shock man. Well I have to shake my head at the farce he presides over. I may be a simple man but I have always been leery of anyone who claimed to have the answers to everything.
An oracle he is not.
Still I wonder what the issue was with the supposed heresy
I have myself been in a bit of a rut when it comes to comments. I suppose it was inevitable and inexorable. I posted short bit in a thread where I often comment yesterday but for most part I seem all tapped out for outrage these days. Not much left to say really. Still wish more people would take the red pill in order to prepare for what is coming. But wishing is as pointless as farting in a car with the windows rolled up. The stink only gets on you. Maybe if more got on board the date with iceberg could be postponed. For a while. But maybe it is better to grab a seat and enjoy the band.
I have often asked myself why more folks don’t confront the normalcy bias and outright fraud in media. Lately though I have come to conclusion that for many it is a normal defense to deny reality in order to push forward the reality of fate that awaits with increasing certainty with each passing day.
It does tire to wait for the maelstrom and no sane person should yearn for the coming calamity.
And yet some days I do.
Whatever the case the bell is about to be rung. On Friday last week I went to Quebec City to see Metallica and to take part in a spectacle on Plains of Abraham with 100000 plus other Metalheads. Most middle aged like me and trying I suppose to relive for one last time a moment from a misspent youth. It was a fitting concert and playlist to what is currently under way in the world.
I may put thumb to phone and type a screed to capture my thoughts on weekend.
If this had happened a year or two ago I am more than certain that any thoughts I had would veer to the grandstands of outrage. Not anymore. Whether it is Polar Bears in Nova Scotia or Valhalla I have come to the conclusion that while we headed for the cliff most either don’t care or denying the coming calamity. With that in mind I sometimes envy their comfort in ignorance and bliss.
So like the solder fighting on the Western front, squatting for days in the muck and the shit of the trench, I have found that the only defense left that works for me is a fatalistic gallows humour used as a soothe and balm to get thru the days before we are ordered over the top.
It would be nice to think that those who prepare best will survive the most. But as with war outcome will no doubt be arbitrary and without any mercy. Like those poor souls on all sides at Gallipoli it will not matter how good you are at bracing yourself when the bullets begin to rain down.
We live in a world of Great Apes dressed in fancy suits masquerading as men. Primitive and invariably a joke. So for now all that is left me at least is to occasionally spit on the ground and have a laugh at the insanity.
A couple months back I made journey to the shore. It was winter then and the urge was strong to search for metaphorical Polar Bears. Although camera was unconvinced I did glimpse what appeared to be on the horizon the faint outline of that elusive beast. Seasons change here in Nova Scotia. So I have made my way once more to the shore. No longer Looking for Bears the search is now for the shape shifting Jackalope.
The Jackalope is according to Wikipedia an animal of North American folklore described as a jackrabbit with antelope horns. Reports of occasional sightings aside, there still is no concrete evidence of their existence.
And yet still there are rumours that persist.
Is there some underlying conspiracy to suppress evidence?
Can we trust anyone to find the truth?
Is this the reason for the theft of legumes and lettuce from gardens year after year?
Those questions need answers.
So what is an absolutely deplorable person to do!
Why not suggest a government sponsored investigation.
If one is good. And two is better. Then three would be just great.
Bets placed I doubt Donald Trump had this in mind when he decided to Make America Great Again.
Still with all this firepower focused it shouldn’t be long before we have answers.
They should be able to find the evidence.
Maybe spot the collusion.
Single out those responsible for the theft.
So it was with that in mind that I made my way to shores of Northumberland Strait in the Province of Nova Scotia. Where there have been sightings of this elusive beast. So off I went, with my beer and chips, to settle in for a night of watching the Blue Jays on TV and critters scuffling in the yard.
Every once in a while I put the drinks and treats aside. Casting my eyes to the setting sun. At some point I heard a stir. Excited and rushing onto the deck I did my best to capture the essence of the elusive chase.
So it is with my quest and another underway in Washington. Mine though is halfhearted and prone to metaphor. The one in the swamps of Washington however is malignant with pettiness, graft and deceit. There, the unnamed sources are readily supplying grist to the mills in the morass. Their intent is the undermining of a Presidency. It is made crystal clear nightly by the Fake News, Fake Boobs and their intentions to leave no rocks not turned.
This bread and circus of push-up bras and pancake makeup in a modern day Forum where the blood and guts get set aside, replaced instead by deflection and hyperbole.
But for me at least sometimes it is best to rest, enjoy a beer, maybe two. Fix the things that need fixing in my home. The things I can do to make my life better.
My day ends with the Jays losing again. Still there is time to live for another day.
In the morning, awakened by the chug of boats out collecting lobsters on water, I decided put aside the search. Instead enjoyed my tea and toast on the deck. And even though the mosquitoes and black flies were by times annoying I managed to survey the vista and take in the start to another glorious day.
Through it all the flag, tussled by the steady breeze stood firm in the wind.
When hasn’t there been a “Crisis On The Horizon?” Man’s mortality bakes it into the cake.
The people who make a living telling everyone else what to do are heavily invested in their self-serving importance. As the years pass their cries of doom get more acute and more plaintive. And when faced with the end they inevitably resort to a rhetoric that is directly proportional to their impending demise.
So it is that there is underway and forced on everyone by the underlying demographics of the “ME Generation” a pogrom of doom intent on sweeping before it the world and the future. The intonation and lyrics fester, become increasingly hyperbolic, as the inflection point approaches.
A shame really.
I was left to my own devices on weekend. Wife had bugged out to spend a weekend with D-in-Law along with GrandKids at a camp in Annapolis Valley. I had graciously declined to go with excuse that work needed to be done around house. So Saturday morning. I got up and burned an old shed that was falling down on my property. Got it done although it took all day.
I have to say one best tool purchases I have made is a reciprocating saw. Just like this one. A fella can cut up into small pieces just about anything that can then be easily disposed of in a burn barrel. So I did my bit for Carbon Cycle. By end of the day, several beers and few hot dogs cooked au naturel, I was done.
I had lots of time that day to think about the mess this Province is in and whether folks here are going to vote to jump into the abyss. I’d say odds are they’re gonna. The NDP is making no bones about running deficits. Promising to spend at least 250 million more than we have per year. Not to be outdone they are also promising a 15 dollar min wage. Pissing and moaning that we need moar investments in roads. Moar investments in Health Care.
Who is going to pay for all this. But we all know the answer to that. It’s a two-fer. It is deficits up the ass and a kick in the nuts when you buy a burger. For fuck sakes!
I’d say the NDP have a winning strategy. Most folks live way beyond their means. Why stop now. Maintenant tous le monde dites! Laissez bons temps roulé. So it goes as it seems hardly anyone worries about paying for stuff anyone. Folks want to go on vacation, maybe they think they really need that30,000 RV. Don’t have the money. No problem!
They are suckers for the “do I have a deal for you”. Drive away…No Money down, with only 20 fucken’ years to pay.
Yep by the time they actually own the thing it ain’t worth the gas to haul it away. All these folks then will be at my door wanting to borrow my saw. I’d like to say fat chance, you ain’t gettin’ my stuff. But we all know how this story ends.
You can count on these ten cent millionaires using the government to steal my saw. Adding insult to their indiscretions they will force me to cut it up and haul it away.