Digital heroin and the matrix

Ranch

2.3.25

Spring is here! At least meteorologically. The comfrey is pushing through and the hazel catkins are wafting their nutritious pollen.

Like The Fall, it’s always the same and always different – something new every year.

Those southern gardening channels are showing greenhouses full of seedlings, but it’s still a bit early up here in the North. Nevertheless, I’ve started tentatively planting peas (6 varieties!), beetroot and a few herbs. I’ve bought all my seeds. The onion sets and more garlic can go in soon. The spuds are chitting.

Producing your own open-pollinated seed, suited to the local climate is one of the most revolutionary acts.

Saving seeds – for example peas, then putting the work in, through to harvest, takes a certain amount of labour. That never changes, year in year out. If the same amount of labour earned 10 pounds for example, that ten pounds goes down in value every year as food prices rise.

Likewise, energy, taxes, and so on. The house that I’m renovating will take a lot less heating than a conventional one, because it’s well insulated. With careful hedge-husbandry across the land, I’m growing a decent amount of wood which will heat the house and provide cooking. There’ll be no gas or electricity bills. I accept that the outlay for solar and LPG is high, but the freedom from the horrible energy companies is delicious and the research into the science behind it all is very rewarding.

Classroom?

I really felt for kids during the lockdowns when schools were shut. It occurred to me that the 4.8 metre square space under the lean-to would make the perfect little classroom.

I happened to mention this to my friend Gill. Coincidentally, she’s head teacher at a local high school. She practically bit my hand off when I tentatively suggested that kids might like it up there.

When they first came, she sternly admonished them: ‘Now you must behave well’. ‘Rubbish’. I said. ‘It’s anarchy’.

They absolutely loved it – especially the tractors and having a go at archery. In between, I got in a few bits about food growing and solar power. They came back the year after (same teachers, different kids) and I went to the school with a guitar, a record player and a scythe.

When Gill asked me about bringing a group in February, I had reservations because there isn’t much to see gardening-wise and the place was an absolute tip. Also the track just before the gate was a muddy impasse.

In the end, it went very well. It was an excuse to do a hasty spring clean and build a path across the mud. Teaching medical students, junior doctors and registrars was part of my job. My dad was a teacher and he taught kids who didn’t necessarily fit well into the school regime – they gave them cruel patronising names in those days.

Maybe it’s in the blood? I find it rewarding and wish I had time to do more.

Elsewhere

As a former toolmaker, and an alumni of the punk movement (and its associated anti-authoritarianism), I consider myself an ultra-pragmatist. A couple of science degrees and decades in frontline medicine, helped focus that pragmatism into medical science. A different background gave me a different perspective.

Hence when the pandemic came, after a bit of a delay, I started noticing things that didn’t add up. The organism was nowhere near as virulent as it was made out to be in the msm. The vaccines used new untested technology, so informed consent wasn’t possible. Early on, a new medical condition was named: Vaccine-induced Immune Thrombocytopaenia and Thrombosis which was sadly fatal in many cases, and caused life-changing injuries in others. The vaccine responsible was quietly withdrawn, but not before more were killed and injured.

Now, deaths in the UK exceed births for the first time in 50 years (masked by increased immigration). There’s an epidemic of late-diagnosed cancers, auto-immune disorders and thrombosis related morbidity and mortality. I am utterly convinced that this is directly related to the Covid vaccines, and sadly the growing evidence supports my conviction.

A few voices of medical reason shouted from the rooftops from the beginning (including my puny small-fry one), but inevitably, all were censored and the dismissive labels ‘conspiracy-theorists’ and ‘anti-vaxxers’ were metered out.

Medicine is supposed to involve critical thinking and I started asking why? Who is behind all this?

One piece of information leads to another. Once again, I repeat myself, but these facts are important, because they explain what’s happening currently:

1. A handful of shady ultra-powerful families control the majority of the western world. They are utterly convinced that they are genetically superior to the rest of us.

2. They operate in the shadows, because the last thing they want is to be identified. They own the network of western civilisation via corporations like Black Rock and Vanguard.

3. A network (or pyramid) of organisations and NGOs including: all the foundations; WEF; WHO; The Young Global Leaders Forum; The Bilderberg Group and many more bridge the gap between those at the top and their puppet representatives, who are:

4. All western governments. When politicians etc reach a certain level, they are given ‘membership’ to elitism, making them too feel superior to ordinary folk. They get to join exclusive clubs. Some involve sexual impropriety which is captured on camera for future blackmail by the likes of Epstein.

The net aim is to transfer wealth from the working classes to the already ultra-rich and introduce digital slavery, making any opposition impossible. Sounds far-fetched doesn’t it, but it’s happening day by day, piece by piece. The latest big chunk, which has hardly been mentioned in the media is The Data (Use and Access) Bill (HL). This will make our data available without our consent and will usher in digital ID and facial recognition. It’s just going through the House of Lords.

Common to it all are digital devices: our phones; our laptops; our tellies – we’re all addicted to them and their increasingly sophisticated use of algorithms and AI has us all hooked – digital heroin. My favourite metaphor for social media is cupping your hand over your arse to capture a fart. After giving it a sniff, you open your hand and wait for others to ‘like’ it. Social media serves to sap our energy and identify dissidents. It’s doing its job well – folk are out in droves writing long diatribes about Fartpants and co.

Each ‘crisis’ whether it be Covid or Ukraine or climate change is used by our government to cause further hardships and loss of freedoms for ordinary folk.

My analogy of a gripping soap opera holds true with the latest episode getting record views and all the while polarisation and division deepens due to the clever script. They’re all puppets. They’re all actors. Their strings are even in plain sight.

I pointed out Donny Fartpants first time round. A true sociopathic narcissist. My favourite story is from his time as a young man when he was barred from a record shop. The owner noticed that he never bought records and was just there to prey on young women. That can be extrapolated to everything he does.

I’ve learned some dark things about RFK, yet he spoke some painful truths about big Pharma and Fauci long before his association with Fartpants. That’s what’s scary. There are so many contradictions in it all. All that’s certain is that what’s being pushed in tandem through our screens is not the truth.

It’s not difficult to look into Ukraine’s history and know that the current situation goes back to 2014 and beyond, and is far more complex than any of us can know. Zelensky is literally a B-actor puppet. I despair, I really do, when I see a new wave of flag-shagging. He’s finished btw and Fartpants will try and end the war. Why don’t folk see what’s really going on?

Other new/old characters enters the script – they seem to be talking sense, but who the fuck knows who is who these days. I’ve learned the hard way not to trust screen-only information.

Will Fartpants really reveal Epstein’s client list, even though he’s named in the flight logs? Will they really tell the full story of Kennedy’s assassination – 8 gunmen, all CIA picked?

I’ll stick to growing food and giving a hefty hand signal to the scummy utility companies. The more that folk unite on common ground, the better. Forget the minor differences.

And I mustn’t forget – above all be kind and ffs have a bit of fun you grumpy old twat.

I bought myself some ace new cars on Tod market. The youngster wasn’t interested, but I bought them anyway. And Rock & Roll of course – there’s always Rock & Roll. I’ve got some kif new records and me, Lee & Gaz are getting jazzy. Kick out the jams …..