This week, I’m exhausted. Although I’ve never been happier. I have a beautiful wife and three beautiful children. I’m making decent money and learning how to actually manage it for the first time in 37 years. Meeting wonderful people. Enjoying the autonomy and education of self-employment. Learning new skills and building on old ones.
I know the world is in a bad way, but I’m sure we can all agree, that living well is the best revenge.
Last weekend I did three condition surveys, down in Barrow and Liverpool. In case you missed it, I set up a YouTube account for this blog and posted a video blog for the first time. Although I did have the right equipment, it seems to have been crushed or water damaged in my gear bag, because the sound was terrible, and I couldn’t use my fancy mic. My Twitter account followers would have been notified of the video, so follow me there. The next one will be better. Several lessons were learned about editing, export size, and so on.
In any case, this week I’m more or less back on track.
On my 3 week period of leave, I’ve done 3 ship surveys, and I’m now halfway through a 2 week City & Guilds qualification in plumbing, at a trade school in Edinburgh.
Edinburgh at the moment is being called simply ‘Reekie,’ as the refuse collectors, along with various other professions, have decided they’re on strike. Or at least, they’ve been told they’ve decided. Either way, the city is an embarrassment just now, in the middle of the Fringe Festival. The smell will linger in the nostrils of any tourist visiting our capital this month and surely discourage them from returning next year.
Queen Nicola has decided that 295,000 higher rate taxpayers will be targeted to make up for her spendthrift ways. I wonder how many will move to England to reduce their tax bill, and compound the SNP’s death spiral?
At least Nicola now has to face the financial fallout of paying half the country to stay home and not work for two years. Just a shame we’ll be the ones paying for it.
By the same token, lingering Corona-tarian policies have shipping companies threatening to abandon Hong Kong. Non-Covid excess deaths in the UK are now double what they were before the vaccine rollout, but nobody is putting that scoreboard in our faces 24/7. And the warmongers are building up to something.
Oh, and the cyber pandemic is definitely warming up. How hard has it been for you to log in to bank accounts recently? How many phantom ‘authentication codes’ have you been receiving? I’ve had a few. Totally not part of the agenda to make us beg for regulation of the internet.
I am finding it hard to care about politics at the moment. I’ve been rising at 05:45 am, working on my marine surveying business until 07:30, and then going to trade school and doing plumbing until 16:00. Then working on Survey stuff until 19:00 hrs, before getting home and doing the kids’ bedtime. Then it’s been two more hours of marine survey work before bed. Hard week, but I loved it.
I love it because I decided about six months ago that it doesn’t matter how much these evil idiots ruin society. My family and I will not fail. And I would do whatever it takes to move forward through their attempts to end the nation-state and force the world to submit to luxury-digital-pharmaco-communism.
A lot of us are looking at the story of Noah, as something of an instruction manual these days.
So, while the mainstream media and social media are finally admitting to rigging elections and being puppets of the deep state publicly and openly (Zuckerberg on Rogan); and people are realising that they have been had; and Fauci ‘stands down’, I have no time for celebration.
Things aren’t ‘going back to normal.’ Not any time soon. So it’s just time to get busy, get strong, and get ready for the next time they invert the social contract.
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Two of my cousins in their early fifties, both with children have recently been diagnosed with cancer. Both have been healthy all their lives. Both have children and careers. Both now have life-threatening cancer in their reproductive organs. One is very painful with a reasonable prognosis. The other is inoperable and without such optimistic prospects.
Both were among the first to get jabs in the UK, as ‘key workers.’ One was a true believer, and the other reluctantly bullied into getting his covid vaccine under the threat of losing his livelihood.
One of their children has had unusual health problems since his covid jabs as well.
And here is the difficult bit.
Although we were promised ‘safe and effective’ meant a one in a million chance of something as minor as an anaphylactic reaction, the stats now show it’s likely 3% of people have had adverse reactions to covid mRNA jabs.
That’s closer to one in thirty. Not one in a million.
But even if it were one in a million, nobody has any right to as you to take an unknowable risk with your help, to ‘save’ a healthcare system that has been poorly managed for sixty years.
Their failures are not your responsibility. And you have every right to ask ‘what’s in it for me?’
Particularly when it isn’t just ‘anaphylaxis’ that you might get.
Remember when you had your measles jab, and then immediately got measles? Or yellow fever jab, and then went out and caught yellow fever? No, me neither. But you probably got Covid.
Even though you might not know anyone personally who had an adverse reaction, there has been an irrefutable increase in excess mortality among the unjabbed, according to official stats. These vaccines have a poorer safety record with more injuries proven than all other legal vaccines combined over the past 80 years.
But dare we say it? Or dare we even think it?
SAGE and Sunak are covering their tracks. The fact is, they all loved it.
They all loved the drama and the thrill, of being the ones to wield the power of regulation and life and death over others.
And will anyone do anything about it?
No.
And I’ll tell you why.
Nobody is going to be cruel enough and rude enough to sit by their family members’ bedside as they undergo futile chemotherapy and say, ‘do you think you might have brought this on yourself by rushing to take untested medicines?’ Or ‘don’t you regret caving-in to all of that propaganda and peer pressure? Don’t you wish you just quit your job and took up plumbing or something instead?’
You can’t speculate what caused someone’s cancer and expect to come across as a reasonable person. But why so many suddenly in the UK? And why now? Why is there a massive global shortage of blood-thinning medication?
As they’ve been saying from the start, ‘Covid-19 is the number one cause of coincidences, worldwide.’
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People who hate and/or misunderstand Christianity as arrogant judgementalism love to bring out the ‘gotcha’ snark-chastic quip of ‘Oh, you’re not supposed to judge.’
Entirely missing the part of the story that turns to the harlot and commands ‘you, go forth and sin no more.’
There can be no forgiveness without repentance.
These people. The ones who pay no price for being wrong. The ones who profit from control, and coercion. The ones who have so much money that you don’t know their name, because they don’t want you to know it. They have already moved on to the next scam to keep you in your place, while they inflate your wealth away and force you to fund your own demise and propagandising.
I don’t want to say, ‘I told you so’, because it’s too painful.
I can’t forgive lies because they were too intentional.
So where does that leave me?
Moving forward. Readying for the next betrayal.
Plumbing is brilliant, by the way. And so is training or education as an adult. As it turns out, you can finish a two-year diploma in six weeks, when you’re not a rudderless drunker teenager.
The trade school trains the same way I train people to do practical things on the ship. It is the opposite of school or academia. First, you show people how to do the task. Then, you immediately make them do the task. When they inevitably encounter difficulty or failure, you then reveal the theory.
In this way, every word is absorbed, because it addresses an immediate problem the student is facing. Every idea is a solution to their current obstacle.
My first day was intimidating. You are presented with a bare and empty space, with nothing but floorboards, a frame and access to the water main. You then have to plan out and connect your pipework, connections, wastewater, etc and assemble and install a bathroom suite in plastic pipes. That includes a radiator.
I was feeling rather pleased with myself when I connected everything up for the first time. Cocky, even. This stuff is easy. it’s just ‘Water Lego’.
Then I switched on the water and immediately discovered four leaks. The frames I made (to 3mm accuracy), were pressure tested to 3 bar, instantly showing one more error.
With water spraying everywhere, there is no point in shifting the blame. You switch off the water, disconnect where the leaks were coming from, fix your work, and try again.
Like seafaring or any other profession, you attain a basic level of competence by being able to recognise your own mistakes and correct them.
If you are not self-correcting, then you are no use to anyone. And in plumbing, there is nowhere to hide.
Your work either holds water or it doesn’t.
“Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping.
The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”
He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
It is often claimed that Jesus only ‘becomes God’ in later gospels, but I don’t agree. We see him performing miracles right from the beginning. But what is astonishing is how mundane they are. And how many of them are related to water.
I find this detail about being able to sleep in a storm so fascinating. After being at sea North of Shetland for a couple of winters, with 20 m waves for days and days, nothing at sea has ever scared me since. I can sleep soundly in a storm when I know the ship is seaworthy.
When I first went to sea, it was scary at times. Your first bad storm. Your first mayday. Your first fire. I looked up to my first captain with so much respect, that it drove me for years. I wanted to become a master mariner.
And now I remember looking back on how it seemed like magic. To be able to read the waves, and ‘heave-to’ or find shelter, is the same as calming a storm. To read the forecast, the barometer, and the signs of animals, and avoid the storm altogether is nothing short of reading the future. Mastery of watercraft is as good as walking on water.
Turning water into wine is exactly what the farmer does when he waters his grapes.
To master water is to master the truth.
One of the ships I surveyed last week used Rolls Royce water-jet propulsion. The boat looked great from a distance. 30 knot top speed, fine aluminium hull, and only seven years old. However, the main water inlet and the drive shaft were seriously corroded. I suspected some galvanic corrosion, where ferrous metal connections had been used to secure steel parts to the aluminium hull.
Mixing materials like this accelerates corrosion dramatically.
Sooner or later, like my novice plumbing work, water will find its way through.
Whether well-constructed or shoddily slapped together, it is only a matter of time before our inadequacies are exposed, as if by water. This is how truth behaves.
Like water, the truth will always find the cracks in your argument. It will eat away at your constructions, no matter how rigid they are. It is only a matter of time.
Remember that, when you see Sunak and others trying to say ‘we did the best we could with the information at the time,’ and other such wormlike statements. Their actions never made any sense in the first place. We didn’t need years of data to know that they were doing things they had no right to do.
And for what?
One guy on the training course did tell me that his wife was an ICU nurse. She said the worst moment for her was delivering a baby to a mother with covid during the height of the pandemic. Both mother and baby died.
Such stories are sad but besides the point.
Did bankrupting the country help that person? Did censorship of treatments like Ivermectin help that person? Did forcing them to take unproven medical treatments help them? Did people wearing masks help her?
You can’t prove that this poor woman wouldn’t have died anyway. You can’t prove anything we did made a bit of difference. Not when the metric has been death within ’28 days of an over-cycled PCR test.’
In that same way, I can’t prove that it’s not just a coincidence that the two people I know who got jabbed before anyone else now both have cancer.
We’ll never know the cost of our actions these last three years.
Original sin and opportunity cost are like that.
But when they ask us to ‘suffer for Ukraine,’ or climate, or expect you to go fight in a nuclear conflict, just look at their stories and their words.
Notice when they reduce their statements to irreducible generalities like ‘vaccines are safe and effective,’ instead of ‘here is the statistical data and risk profile for this specific vaccine’. Or statements like ‘weapons of mass destruction are an existential threat to our nation,’ or ‘X country is bad for killing women and children’. Know you are being manipulated.
If you make a single observation that contradicts the narrative in any way, view that as a leak in their pipe.
E.g., The supermarket workers aren’t dead after all this? Masks are nonsense.
This is ‘The Science,’ but for real. Direct observation.
You can have one hundred thousand facts to support your theory. But if one single fact contradicts it, the theory is wrong.
Like water dripping from the smallest leak in a pipe, your single observation is enough to expose their failure.
Tomorrow (Monday), I’m ripping out and re-doing the entire bathroom and heating installation over again, but this time with copper pipe.
Wish me luck.
One reply on “Noah Thyself, and Hold Water.”
Good luck!
Maybe wear your oilskins though. 🙂