The Uncaring Profession

I have alluded in prior posts to the destruction of the NHS, probably the one part of the welfare state people would happily pay for – if it was run efficiently and actually did focus on the health of the nation, anyway.  Sadly it isn’t.  I am grateful to it for repairing me when I almost died as a child, but in it’s current form it’s been totally hijacked by big pharma, big business and government agendas that I simply don’t trust it at all.  Especially right now.

Ask yourself this – if a health service really did care about the health of the people who pay for it – “customers” in normal business parlance, then why not focus on prevention rather than cure?  It could do this by simply helping people live healthily in the first place and while this advice might not be appreciated by big business like Coca-cola, McDonalds or the pharmaceutical companies wanting to sell people the regular drugs direct debit, it’d be the simplest and cheapest way of maintaining health and longevity.

Aside from being hijacked, the people who actually work within it have turned into egomaniacs, convinced of their key worker status and being the first sharers of those irritatingly offensive #StayAtHome posts on fb and condescendingly asserting their superior assumed knowledge on the subject.  Top that off with making videos for social media of them dancing and singing in the workplace, wearing supposedly-valuable PPE (something about that acronym irritates me immensely) and utilising work resources.  In any other workplace this would mean disciplinary action or the sack.

At this point, I will declare a personal interest in this.  My own ex-partner.  She went through her own epiphany of arrogance and condescension while gaining a nursing degree herself.  That I had single-handedly financially carried the family for years meant nothing.  Suddenly her 30-grand nursing job put me in the shade and made me irrelevant in Danish eyes.  I already was marked down by simply not being Dansk.  This is the same smug self-superiority that has seen all my children vaccinated against my judgement (and at least one may be damaged by that, which I did try to bring up once) and also saw the self-appointed medical expert explain to me how depression was a chemical imbalance in the brain, that can be fixed by drugs.  That theory has been dismissed as rubbish now, which should say a lot about the medical training itself and how it has also been hijacked.

I have to admit, I thought it was just a localised problem within my own failing household.  Fast forward to 2020 and I see I was wrong.  The caring profession worldwide no longer cares – they put themselves first.  The medical oaths to try your utmost to save and prolong lives has gone – just witness the desire to get people to sign Do Not Resuscitate (DNRs) forms so they can just dump them in a room to die.  I have my own personal experiences of this that are making me angrier and angrier the more I think about it.  Meanwhile, egos have grown, probably in direct correlation to the decline of medical ethics (see that word again, ethics?).  BBC Casualty – a wonderful show to watch to pick up on future agenda – actually had a DNR story at the beginning of the Corona crisis, a subtle bit of mind-programming for the viewers to absorb.  This crisis is bringing out the worst from the uncaring profession.  Medical resources are being misallocated, with other services that could pick up illnesses earlier stopped or seriously curtailed.  I personally can attest it’s not just a UK phenomenon and is bound to lead to more deaths from cancer and the like later.  Meanwhile all these people can do is make awful interpretations of the Haka :-

This narcissism is of course being fed by the government with the Save the NHS crap excuse to stop people getting out, with the exercise and sunshine benefits that would bring.  Of course, you are allowed to pop out at 8pm and expend pointless energy clapping furiously for a bunch of egomaniacs who aren’t apparently working very hard and who will just dump your grandparents in a room to die if they happen to get ill, while simultaneously denying you access to be in the same room.

I think I see the agenda here.   The destruction of the NHS.  It would be sad, based on what the theory of how a national health service could be, but I would not lament many of these people losing their jobs or big pharma losing their right to dip into taxpayer pockets.  While right now there is widespread support and adulation of the NHS, at some point a growing number will begin to see through it – fueled by non-treatment of their own ailments or the neglect of dying relatives.  Then the backlash will start, the anger and hate could become a tidal wave.  The NHS will be privatised, which is what the agenda wanted all along.

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The March of Technology

I was reminded today of a speech I had listened to last year.  At the time it seemed very strange, but now it means even more.  Boris Johnson at the UN in September 2019 :-

Of course these things aren’t normally of much interest, but often it’s where the agenda is presented. Just as the agricultural era was usurped by the industrial era, so we are witnessing the death of the industrial era and the start of the information era.  I suppose, given my career choices, I should be pleased there is a demand for my skills.  Interestingly, when I researched my own family tree I found one of my own family branches were victims of the agricultural to industrial switch.  It seems they were sheep farmers out on the Yorkshire moors and lived in a decent manor house (1851 census).  From there, it was possible to track the decline of the family through ever decreasing properties in each census until my great-grandmother emerged in lodgings with her sister in 1901 in Consett.  It’s actually where she met my great-grandfather.  Their original manor house property is still there and is rumoured to have once been lost in a bet.  I can only wonder at the desperation there must have been behind that story (if true).  In what can be seen now as a major switch in policy to get the UK even more focused on manufacturing instead of agriculture, the corn laws were repealed in 1830 or so.  This meant cheaper and cheaper agricultural imports undermined local farmers, while at the exact same time, the opening up of empire brought ever more wool imported from Australia.  A UK farmer would have seen demand for their product fall precipitously and at the same time seen their traditional workforce head off to new industrial jobs in local cities like Leeds.  A lethal combination.  As may well be proven by the absence of the male head of the household in the 1861 census compared to 1851.

Especially of interest is the reference to Prometheus, the creator of mankind itself.  So pleased was he with his creation, that he gifted it fire, so it could develop civilisation.  This was the mention that first made me listen to it back in 2019, when it was first put out there.  To me, legends may be legends but somewhere within are grains of truth.  Mankind has been given a new fire, the technology to change it’s life, but will the fire be good or bad?

Technology is marching onwards and Data is the New oil. It seems to me that the march wasn’t fast enough and something was needed to push it forward faster.  Much like the industrial era being held back by potential new workers/slaves still working on jobs considered to be part of previous era, who then need to be “freed up”, along with their resources.  Of course, there’ll always be a need for manufactured goods, just as there is a still a need for food (although with this one, just look at the agenda to demonise meat and get everyone eating plants, frankenfoods grown in a lab and potentially insects), but these industries only employ a fraction of the numbers they traditionally needed before.

You don’t need to be particularly insightful to see who some of the real winners of this Corona crisis are.  While traditional shops, pubs and restaurants are bad, apparently shopping online, especially at Amazon is fine.  While everyone switches to digital means of communication and work, you can only imagine how much data places like Google have been able to gather lately.  It’s a goldmine.  Meanwhile, Microsoft continues to push for mandatory vaccinations and it’s vile ID 2020 proposal.  Get your Certificate of Vaccine ID (COVID) here.  Implanted inside your body somehow, preferably.  Yes, silicon valley is doing very nicely, thank you.  To see what’s planned next, check out this vile patent for cryptocurrency attached to humanity itself.  There will be no respite or hiding place if that becomes reality.

I’ll stick by what I said before, we are on the verge – well, it’s already started – of a huge struggle between ethics and technology.  Unfortunately, having seen the response of many to the recent loss of freedom, I don’t expect much ethics from anyone.  Individuals do surprise occasionally though.  I sold something on fb marketplace (data mined, no doubt) and the person who bought it was so pleased with his purchase that he insisted on shaking my hand.  To me, that was good mix of ethics (free trade), humanity (shaking hands) and technology (fb facilitating the transaction).  I believe though, that the first two are under threat big time.  Time will prove me right or wrong.

A chance Encounter

I saw my eldest daughter yesterday.  It’s a major coincidence really, considering the random nature of my decision to visit the loppe.  I drove up past the local supermarkets and at the the traffic lights, was none other than her.  To most Dads, this random incident would be minor and not even worthy of mention, but for me it was the first time I’d seen her in over 3 years, almost 4 in fact.

It’s strange how for a long time I had wondered how she was doing, whether things had changed for her following her failures at college.  As you may recall, I had been the one dissenting voice back in 2016 keen to get to the root of what she herself wanted to do with her life after leaving school, but in return all I got were tears, refusal to reply and subsequently telling the self-proclaimed resident childcare expert her version of what had happened in that discussion.  I didn’t even raise my voice once, just merely asked if the gymnasium course choices were what she really wanted, or were the ones foisted upon her by her mother.  Apparently it’s too much that an Englishman here could have an opinion or valid input on any of this.  The die was cast, I don’t even remember the course choices specifically now, but one of the major subjects was English, which I knew wouldn’t test her at all, since she knew it better than most smug Danish teachers of English possibly could.  I sensed if she got on this course, it’d be an easy ride, or leave her terribly disinterested.

How right I was proven one year later, when, having been ignored for months, I received a call at the airport, just as I was about to board a plane for Germany – telling me that there was a parental meeting at the gymnasium to discuss our daughters’ failure.  The very next day.  Parental chess pieces were being played, with the intention of showing me as an uncaring Dad and the Mother as wonderful.  It was obvious she’d known about this meeting well before, but had sprung it on me at the last possible moment to test me.  I asked the right questions and found out that actually she had PASSED the year, but the teacher had said she had not socially developed enough and was therefore recommended to redo year 1.  The resident childcare expert agreed.  I did not.  Vehemently, I argued that the opinion of a teacher, especially one with a vested interest in earning maximum course fees, shouldn’t be heeded.  She had passed the year and should move on.  We all have bad years but if we pass, we learn from the experience and progress.  I also guessed that if she redid it, it’d be even more demotivating and demoralising than it had ever been before.

The meeting occurred without my presence, apparently.  I have visions to this day of my daughter nodding feebly as the two CondescenDanes decided upon her future.

Well, what a great decision it was.  Not that I knew anything about it.  Only when an application was made for me to pay uddanelsesbidrag – a bizarre thing that doesn’t even exist in most countries, where a parent must pay maintenance to an adult offspring to study.  In this case, I discovered by asking for proof of her course, that she had dropped out of the previous course and was now about to begin a completely new one in a subject I wasn’t even allowed to know, at a different gymnasium.  Two years wasted then.

The clues had been there on facebook, where in addition to #ÅretsMor2016, 17, 18, 19 and 20, the professional student Aunty who knows every trick in the book when it comes to getting money from the state for doing nothing had been taking her climbing and other apparent attempts to boost her confidence.  The only confidence I have would be her ability to train anyone on how to avoid ever getting a job.  So it has been proven.  My daughter has learnt from the best of the worst.

Anyway, fast forward and since this Corona scam, education institutions have been closed, so god knows how she’s doing.  Was she going to complete the course?  Will she?  Who knows.  I know only this – I recognised her by her body language.  After all blonde females aren’t always distinguishable here.  In a way I’d hoped she’d moved on, gained confidence, changed her outlook.  No, she had not.   I suppose I shouldn’t be totally surprised when you consider the familial influences she is surrounded with.  The most painful thing is knowing you can’t do anything to help her.  I am sorry.  Sorry and very, very angry with the resident childcare expert who obviously isn’t doing the nurturing job as wonderfully as she thinks she is.

Social Policing

I spent the first part of yesterday replacing a pane of cracked glass in the side door that I’ve been planning to do for about 3-4 years.  Sadder still, I have had the glass for at least 2 years, but I’ve been putting it off because these old doors and windows need careful handling.  Besides, it was only a crack, the glass remained in situ solidly.  Anyway, it got done, along with another pane I’d recently cracked while redoing the windows.  All at the expense of a cut hand.  Not badly cut, but it got me thinking how I really wouldn’t want to go to hospital even if it had been.   I can only envisage how bad it would be, go in with a cut hand, get strapped to the bed, wired up and tested for Corona.  I have a feeling there are plenty of cases like this who become a “…died after testing positive for Covid-19..” statistic.

After that, my intense DIY mode of recent weeks was forced to pause.  Called off due to rain.   After spending a bit of time arranging the CDs into approximate alphabetical order for easier future access, I suddenly thought to myself, you know what, the loppemarkeder are open again, so why not take a trip out and see the world?  Unlike the UK, Denmark didn’t quite descend into the huge restrictions – I guess they assume the population to be so compliant that they don’t need to, the invisible barrier that stops those monkeys climbing to the top of tree is strong here after years of training.   This was actually confirmed, in some small way, by the first one I went to, where half the customers weren’t even Danish, but Eastern European or Arabic.  It was fairly empty anyway and there were bargains to be had.  Especially additions to the newly restarted CD collection.  It’s also interesting what turns up at these places – a few years ago I was restoring an old Edwardian built-in wardrobe in the second bedroom.  A replacement lock was almost impossible to find, until I found a German seller who had one with almost the correct dimensions and ordered it.   Then yesterday I found a stall that had a whole bundle of antique locks, with at least two in the size I needed back then, for the princely sum of 15kr.  I bought the bundle, I can see at least one of them being of use.

20+ CDs and a few other interesting items later – it comes to something when a whole bundle costs about 70kr and one used to cost 100kr+ – I decided to pop off to the nearby Netto.  This is where I encountered my first social policing incident.  Every Danish store now has handwash inside the door that you are supposed to use.  Not sure if it’s enshrined in law yet, but that stuff is not good for you so I don’t and never will use it.  A Dane leaving the store was keen to point out to me where the handwash was, as I took a basket.  I said “yeah” and ignored him.  he didn’t seem to see the irony of his own bad health – being obese and very red-faced.  Perhaps he could work on that instead of policing others?

I suspect this incident was one of the first of many.  In the loppe I had noticed someone glancing nervously while they browsed one stand and I moved closer to browse the stand next to him.  What was I supposed to do, stand and patiently wait until he was done?   To me, the social rules haven’t changed, but if someone thinks they have then they are free to live life as they see fit, by moving away from others, or #stayathome themselves.  Thinking of that one, I recently sold something on facebook marketplace, and the buyer who came to collect the item saw no irony in having a #stayathome on their profile picture.  I guess only other people need to stay at home right?

We laugh of course, because those incidents are fairly minor in the grand scheme of things, but they show where the world is going.  Denmark tried a hotline / website for people to notify of neighbours who they suspected had Corona (I refuse to call it COVID-19, due to the sinister undertones of the acronym).  Even Danes howled in protest and the website was taken down – needless to says 1,000s of names had already been logged though.   New York did something similar, with the snitch hotline, which amusingly people then clogged up with crap, including dubious pics and this classic meme :-

TO THOSE TURNING IN YOUR NEIGHBORS AND LOCAL BUSINESSES YOU DID THE REICH THING | image tagged in reich thing | made w/ Imgflip meme maker

And that’s exactly it, people have previously looked at the rise of Nazi Germany and said things like “how did this ever happen?  If I’d been there I wouldn’t have gone along with it…”.  Well, I can only say, if you have ever wondered how you’d react had you lived in Nazi Germany, or East Germany in the 50s-80s (where half the population were informants, in one way or another), now you have your answer.  The number of facebook posts by supposed friends supporting this loss of personal freedoms, cheering videos of heavy-handed and often illegal policing and posting memes demanding you #stayathome gives you your answer.   Did someone click a collective switch?  I’ve read this story before, in the 1920s book “The Blue Wound”, a forgotten classic that analyses how World War 1 happened.  There’s a line in there about giving people a collective enemy and telling them their way of life is under threat will work every time.  They did it then and they’re doing it now.  Thinking of East Germany, it should be no surprise that the leader of Germany now is Angela Merkel, considering her background with the Stasi, the East German secret police.

So where does this go, who are they making out is the enemy?  The virus is the enemy, but now attempts are being made to apportion blame for the virus.  Ah yes, apparently it’s China.  Who grew this virus in a lab in Wuhan and unleashed it on the rest of the world.  The subtle programming is beginning.  What virus, anyway?  All I see is a recategorisation of deaths.  Deaths in the UK are less than they were in 2018, when a bad flu hit.  Even in the USA, the figures are being inflated by recategorisation even after death of people who were never even tested but are now assumed to have died from it.  That’s a great way to play with statistics.  All I can say is, if China really did release a new virus then so far it’s done a terrible job.  Someone posted infection rates at UK hospitals on fb yesterday to show how terrible it is – the worst rate was 36/100,000 population.  That’s infection rates, not deaths!

If a hashtag is needed, it’s not #StayAtHome, it should be #NoToWarWithChina.

High Fidelity

In 1994, after moving to Brighton, I had the fortune to meet someone who introduced me to the concept of hi-fi separates and the difference they made to music quality.  After years of struggling with a sony cassette player, often with a single jack plug in one ear on an evening, it was amazing to hear the real quality of the music I already liked.  By happy coincidence this was the time of my first full-time job, so I could actually afford to invest myself.  If indeed it can be called investing.  Perhaps it is, thinking about it, given the positive or calming energy music can induce.

I actually still remember the components purchased – A Rotel amplifier from an independent Hi-fi shop near work – Rotel, was advised as the best quality amps for the budget, thanks John!  Then off to Richer sounds, where an Aiwa double cassette deck, Eclipse CD player and Mission speakers were procured and lugged back from London Bridge on the train.  I am now wondering how I managed it and furthermore how many of those brands are still going?   They became a core part of the Brighton house and shelves and speaker stands were built for them.  An early DIY attempt at continuing the carpentry tradition of several of my ancestors.  Happy times, the music was constant.  Alas and alack, they all disappeared in the burglary that took place in 2002.  I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a feeling they went to a car boot sale somewhere close, but not too close.  Like Burgess Hill.  Are they still out there somewhere?

It’s a common fact of the progression of life, it seems, that tastes change and/or people are encouraged into things they normally wouldn’t do by themselves.  It’s called compromising, apparently, but not always easy to see the compromises being made on the other side of the couple equation.  The separates were, therefore, never properly replaced.  Armed with a Dixons voucher from the insurance company after the burglary, commensurate to the loss suffered, I eventually compromised on a Technics midi separates set and even that took some persuading.  Not quite the same but the music still sounded good.

Step forward another 3-4 years and I compromised still further, much to my shame.  I was repeatedly told that hifi was out, digital was in, we don’t have space and eventually it sinks in so much that the whole thing got relegated to cupboards in the basement.  My hifi, my sizeable collection of CDs and cassettes, built up over many years discarded completely to all intents and purposes.  Sigh.  I often wonder why the burglars didn’t take them, are my musical tastes so bad?  And do you remember when Cassettes cost £9.99 in the late 80s and CDs, usually £12.99 or so?  Imagine how much all this must’ve cost.  Despite many subtle hints for it just to be chucked, I never gave in and probably 90% of it successfully stayed down there for about 10 years, until last weekend.

What changed last weekend?  I’m actually wondering.  In reality, I should’ve got it back out a long time before, but never did.   We could’ve enjoyed it together.  There were hints – visits to the loppe yielded CD finds for as little as 1-2kr each.  Yes, CDs that were once a tenner or more can be bought at 98% off.  Hard to beat.   For some reason though, they only got played in the car.  Perhaps the planned house sale made me loathe to change things around?  Clearly now it won’t sell.  I certainly felt some need to increase the noise and energy levels, to enjoy the space I own and remake it my own.  I may be spending a lot of time here in the near future.

Of course, there was the initial excitement of whether it would even work or not.  It certainly had the none-too-pleasant aroma of something that had been in the basement for over 10 years.  The CD player pleasingly responded back to life instantly, but the cassette did not and while I am convinced the tuner works, it’s clear that the aerial is either insufficient or radio is dead outside of the digital world mankind has created.  It was with great woe that I found the cassette player unresponsive – the lights were on, but no-one was home when it came to actually opening and allowing loading.  Rattling told me there could well be cassette-based contents hidden within.  I contented myself with the CD player for several days, before yesterday deciding to investigate the cassette further.  My Dad would be proud, I used yesterday to dismantle the recently-broken actify, diagnosing a dead motor, before ordering a new online and secondly, dismantling the cassette player.  There was no clear reason as to why it didn’t work.  Sad.  The buttons lit, a small whirr occurred when Open was pressed but it just didn’t.  The cassette contents causing the rattling were varied – Les Miserables soundtrack (me) and Bob the Builder (my son?).  Bob has become Bob the binned man.

Interestingly, I still have some of those cassettes I used to play on the original Sony back in the 1980s.  I guess that’s why I was so keen to get the cassette player working – the earliest days of my musical journey were sitting waiting to be played.    By some miracle, today I pressed “Open”, and it did.  I have no idea why, but it did.  I took a chance inserting one of my first ever albums, if not the first – Pet Shop Boys.  Incredibly so, despite their travels and abuse of being left in the damp basement for years, they still work – or at least this one did.  Ah the quality!  Pet Shop Boys sounding even better than 21yo me remembers after getting my first walkman while working in Staines, in 1992 and falling asleep listening to them on a trip back to Consett.  Music creates memories for us all.

That Hifi tells a history – how it came into my posession and how it was used or not used since are mirrors of my own personal story.  I almost want to give it a hug.  It works again!

Tonight I can really celebrate the miracle of the cassette player somehow managing to kick back into life.  I browsed my cassettes and struck upon U2, The Joshua Tree, which I believe I bought in about 1991-92.  With some trepidation, I pressed open and loaded the cassette into the player.  The music came through as clearly as ever it did, in so many ways.  I checked the track list, pressed the necessary buttons to manouevre the cassette to the necessary point and settled upon this classic here.  Back then I loved the song and lyrics, little realising it was a prediction of my future.  Now I can listen to it and understand what it really means, loaded with the experiences of life.

Footnote : I tried more of the cassette – ah, remember the miracle of cassette players that allowed you to play the whole cassette without removal.  Well, the Where the Streets Have no Name is garbled.  Perhaps there’s a message for me in that…?

Signs of Inflation

Since the plandemic came along, I’ve being making regular stop-offs at a variety of supermarkets to ensure my fridge is stocked up.  While Denmark seems to wander around in a state of blissful unawareness, there have been many first-hand reports from personal UK sources as to supermarket fights and empty shelves of certain items.  Be prepared.  Not anything ridiculous, but food prices are unlikely to fall and conversely, quite likely to rise, or suffer supply disruptions.  May as well keep stocks high, eh?  There’s also enough history that inflation and shortages are a very realistic concept that can affect supposed first world countries as much as somewhere like Zimbabwe.  Look at this classic picture from 1923 Germany, when the real value of banknotes was as firewood.

I actually vaguely remember 1970s inflation in the UK.  As an adult, the stats tell me inflation rose 30% in 1978 alone.  I have memories of going to the supermarket around then and finding things like Tudor crisps had gone from 5p to 6p a packet, then a few weeks later, 7p.  Warlord, the fantastic World War 2 comic of my childhood, saw similar rises until, shock horror, it entered double figures and hit 10p around 1980.  Many seem to have suffered collective memory loss as to how bad the 1970s really were – while too young to remember the 90% FTSE fall of 1974, I most certainly remember only being able to have warm food at certain times of the day – households were allocated only a few hours of electricity time to cook meals, and I definitely remember one time all garages were closed, no petrol to be found anywhere.  Is it too much of a stretch to link at least some of this economic hardship with EU membership starting in 1973?  Project fear was not a new 2016 referendum concept, the excellent Peter Shore identified the same phenomenon back in 1975.

The clues are there already, if you look.  Gold ,the historically-proven protection against any economic crisis continues to rise.  Other weird things happened, like the price of oil turned negative for the first time ever in history, as demand collapsed and producers are forced to pay to have their product taken away, with storage running out.  That the Rockefellers and the Saudis put in place their plans to exit the oil market in recent years can be no coincidence.  Many people probably hold shares in their offloaded duffers in their pension portfolios without even realising how much they lost on this.  One other major thing occurred that didn’t even get much coverage – the US dropped the fractional reserve lending requirement to ZERO.  Never seen before, but now if the bank grants you a loan, they can just press a button and create it out of thin air, with no requirement on them to actually have any money in their account to back it up, not even 1% of the loan amount.  The banks are going to do well out of this crisis.  It’s a 2009-style bailout, played in a different way.  So subtle no-one has even noticed, but they are lending out created money to businesses at good rates, knowing the government has underwritten most, if not all, of the risk.  To hammer this home the obnoxious Ed Milliband is shouting for the government, ie taxpayers, to take on 100% of the risk.  You couldn’t make it up, talk about socialising the losses!  This free money to lend is then secured against real assets, some of which the banks know they will help themselves to when businesses and individuals fail.  I said in a prior post, a bank might fail – and it might, but the key banking players will do well out of all this.

Then finally, I went to Netto on Monday lunchtime.  Just a regular walking trip, but it was immediately striking how prices had gone up.  Bananas – were 2kr, now 2.5kr, Milk – was 8,95, now 9,45, Cucumbers – was 6kr, now 7kr.  I sense they were busy at the weekend upping the price tags.  It may sound minor but that equates to up to a 25% inflationary increase in a single weekend.  Hmm, thought I, must check Fakta back home later.  It was identical – Milk – was 8,95, now 9,45, Cucumbers – was 6kr, now 7kr, except Fakta also had a sign up saying something like “Due to to supply issues from Spain, certain fruit and vegetable stocks may run out”.  The cracks are starting to appear.  I looked around the store, everyone else seemed to be carrying on as normal.  Then took another bag of new potatoes – was 10kr, now 12kr, then strolled up to the frozen section and took several bags of frozen veg to fill up the freezer.  Can’t be too careful!

As a footnote to those supermarket trips, I visited Fakta again the following day.  There were massive gaps in the bread section, no chicken at all and hardly any milk – a shocking thing for Denmark where people live on the stuff.  I may even visit tonight – after all one of my favourite ales is on offer for 6kr a can and if it comes to it, good beer has plenty of vitamin content to keep you going for a while.

Despite all this though, I still wonder if massive deflation comes first, as people stop spending and are forced to sell assets like excess cars and houses to stay afloat and repay debt.  It may seem good to be on 75% pay for 0% work, but such a situation can’t last forever and one day, when the music stops, people may find their old job doesn’t exist any more.  Food prices may rise, but possible deflation in other commodities, such as houses, cars and computers would offset the official figures, at least for a while.  Deflation would be a great thing if it was allowed to happen – cheaper prices are the best thing for most common people.  The inflation part comes later, just like it did in Germany 1921-23.  The same thing happened in 1929-32, massive deflation until they decreed a new USD/Gold ratio after forcibly confiscating as much as possible of it from the public, so history again tells us how things might go.  Nowadays we are even further removed from those two periods of history – gold and silver don’t even figure in peoples heads as money any more and in this digital currency world we now live in, what are we going to do when we can’t even use it as an emergency firewood backup?

Kissing the Machine

After the events of recent weeks, both public and personal, I am reminded of one of my favourite electronic era songs from the late 80s-early 90s, Kissing the Machine.  At the time you could sense you were part of a new era of something, that things were changing and now 30 years later, I see the change happening, I helped cause it and I am beginning to doubt it’s direction.

The old saying about never waste a good crisis has never been truer than ever with this fake Corona crisis, where a ton of freedoms have been removed and society is being re-engineered down a technology-based, AI direction and few seem to care or notice.  I’ve already alluded to this, but it’s worth examining in greater detail because longer-term, we are all destroyed if it continues.   A great wave of change is taking place where technological advances are huge (and that’s just the technology we are allowed to know about yet), yet at the same time human ethics are hitting an all time low in terms of individual rights and personal freedom.

Let’s start by looking at social distancing.  Ostensibly, it’s claimed to be to protect the public from spreading the virus to each other, but I see it as fulfilling at least two agendas.  One is facial recognition software.  People standing 2m apart are definitely going to be a lot easier to pick up and identify using this software.  The police have been gathering their database, especially in the UK, where two recent stories stood out for me as examples of the police state – in one, the Metropolitan police were just doing their everyday innocent gathering of facial recognition data, as you do, you know, when you live in a police state – how anyone thinks this is OK is beyond me, but one innocent citizen had the temerity to pull up his hoodie, then got arrested and fined.  For what exactly?  Secondly, someone in Cardiff actually took up the fight in court against having his facial data harvested.  He lost of course, both incidents should also get you thinking about what the law courts really do and who they are really representing – it’s certainly not the common human law, but something much more sinister.  My own forced experiences in the Danish family courts attest to that too.

Little did I realise when I watched Person of Interest some years ago, how close we were to reality.   Yet again though, Hollywood plays it’s part in softening us up, opening our minds to what is about to come or what is even already happening, just that we haven’t been told about it yet.  Many films are worth watching just for trying to identify the agenda and the underlying message, but sometimes it’s only years later that you realise what it was really about.

The second part of it is both dehumanising and soulless, two human words that mean exactly what they say, when you think about it.  All humans have an aura, that is indisputable, an invisible energy field around their visible being.  Science has proven it with the right cameras, but of course we all knew it really, it’s there in the language we’ve used for millennia.  It’s also why handshakes and physical contact are so important in binding families, assessing someone as a friend or someone you can trust in business.  There is of course no doubt why they’d want to remove that and re-engineer society on more distant, technocratic lines.  Hollywood has played it’s part for years, with various clues.  2 films immediately spring to mind – Westworld and Ex Machina.  Westworld scared me a lot when I watched one Monday evening, aged about 10, with my Dad.  I was expecting a typical cowboy film, not fully functioning humanised robots that turn nasty.  Ex Machina is probably the best example of something deeper being implied on film, but not explicitly mentioned.  The basic story is that someone has created a female robot and invites a tech expert of his choice out to assess whether the robot can pass the tests for being a human.  Of course, she does and he falls in love with her.  It eventually costs him everything.  The clue that is there in this film by not actually being there is the one thing that probably would’ve instantly identified her as being not human – he is allowed to ask questions, listen to her responses, see her actions, but all of these interviews take place at a distance and with a glass screen between them.   Had he been allowed within 2m, or to shake her hand, he would’ve known without a word being said that she was not human.  That the female role was played by a Scandinavian woman is no real surprise, many of the women here are a bit like that, perhaps they already added something to the vaccines years ago to make it so?

The entire thing fits with my own feeling – that us humans, even those working in IT, are now reduced to being a voice on skype and a jpg image of ourselves.  That’s what the customers are currently seeing and it does nothing to build a meaningful relationship between people.  I think I get the real meaning of the corporate phrase #itsinourDNA, because soon it will be – our voices and imagery are just data that can used in AI versions of ourselves.   The hidden hand must be laughing at the ease with which society is being reprogrammed.  Danish schools returned yesterday, with all the new rules of society being firmly instilled into traumatised young minds.  2m distances, no contact between pupils, no cuddly toys, wash your hands constantly.   Forget Reading, ‘Riting and ‘Rithmetic – The new 3 R’s that children are sent to school to learn now are Rules, Regulations and Robotism.  All this for a virus – something which many mainstream medical people believe is an internal cell response to external factors in the environment and cannot even be transmitted between people.  Mainstream medical people who aren’t in tow to big pharma and who the mainstream media will never bring on TV for an interview, that is.


Paralysed…another variation on the Coldplay song.   While never stopping thinking, a state of paralysis seems to have descended over the world with this corona crisis.  Myself included.  To some, I may seem to be one of the lucky ones, still coming to work but honestly, I would much prefer being furloughed – what a nice medieval-sounding term that is, but it’s fake – and be at home, sit in the limited sunlight and maybe do some DIY, than try to work while thinking hard about what the future may hold and what plans are the best ones.  If anything, being on 100% pay for 100% work feels more like slavery than 75% pay for 0% work and does little to assuage the feeling that I now carry even more unproductive Danes on my shoulders than ever before and that the burden is only going to increase in the coming months and years.  Atlas will definitely shrug someday.

I will add at this point, that I totally disapprove of government interventions on anything, especially paying people to do nothing.  Best said before someone reads this in 20-30 years time and believes I became Danicised eventually, but the rubicon wasn’t crossed by paying people to do nothing.  In this case, it was first crossed by a number of guidelines, vaguely written and different to the actual laws that were passed, that the police now interpret and apply.  There are some horrible videos of police state actions out there, where’s Amnesty International when you need them?  Oh, you mean they were just a fake NGO all along?  What a surprise.  No, those guidelines are the real breaking point of the UK I remembered and hoped to some day return to – those guidelines stopped the basic principles of freedom, where individuals could transact and interact as they see fit.

What’s struck me most is that people are proving themselves to be strange, dangerous and untrustworthy.  The UK and Denmark have both turned into East Germany, with neighbours happily spying on and reporting each other for minor infractions of draconian rules.  Even some politician in California said that “snitches means riches”, without anyone seemingly protesting, although I was heartened to see last night a major protest in Lansing, Michigan where people took to the streets, blocking them in protest at the new police state.  Did BBC report that?  I have a feeling not.  Meanwhile people on Facebook scream in support of the police dragging citizens to the floor in headlocks for the heinous crime of trying to keep a shop open and earn a living.  Time to remind myself of Benjamin Franklin’s famous quote :-

Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety

He was right, they really don’t.

I also see a major change in UK law has occurred and no-one anywhere seems to have spotted it.  Coming to Denmark, one of the first things that struck me was that it’s more of a society where you assume something is illegal unless the state says it’s legal.  One of the most striking examples is in city centres, where the places you can park are marked and the assumption is – if there’s no markings you can’t.  Contrast that to the UK, where people normally assume that no markings means it’s fine to park there.  Yes, the UK was always a society where something is assumed to be legal unless the state explicitly forbids it.  The forbids part being established in a court of law, with 1,000 years of case law to refer to when assessing any possible infractions.  That has changed, the UK has now come out with some guidelines and the police are applying them in the most awful ways as if they are laws.  it’s possibly the clearest example of the old UK law book being thrown away and European law coming in, after 50+ years of gradually sneaking it in through the back door.  To me, it proves yet again that the UK hasn’t left the EU and never will.  Plus isn’t a time when protests are disallowed and can be dealt with in the most violent manner a great time to water down the Brexit deal to the point of remaining?

One of the other most worrisome laws sneaked in in the UK was an amendment to the Mental Health act, allowing an individual to be detained indefinitely without trial, on the say so of one doctor and one other medical professional.  The second part of what defines a medical professional is vague – but you can assume it’s most likely to be a nurse going along with whatever a doctor says.  They usually do.  I remember being shocked about this when I first heard about it, when I worked on Mental health software in 2002-03.  As were the people explaining it to me, as it was already so open to abuse with 2 doctors needed to detain someone indefinitely in a cell, with forced medication of whatever they saw fit.  I wonder how many lives have already been ruined by that and how many will be in future.  Plus, let’s guess what constitutes being “bad mental health” in future.  Someone who won’t take the vaccine willingly?  Someone who doesn’t believe the official story on 9/11 or 7/7?  Definitely.  With that 7/7 link, I am glad the website still exists, but it was harder to find on Google – always found it funny how the official story provided a video of the alleged terrorists taking a specific Thameslink train to London from Luton, then being exposed by commuters pointing out that on that day that particular train was cancelled.  Seems you can’t even rely on the railways to run to time when you’re planning a major false flag event.

In summary, the world looks a bit of a grim place and may be heading to somewhere even grimmer.  I find myself with so many thoughts on this that I’ll leave them for another post.

Coming Soon, to a Country Near You

Prior posts have alluded to Denmark’s major role as a test bed for the policies of the hidden hand, before they get rolled out to bigger nations.  Perhaps it’s to do with being a country of 5.5m people, not spread over a huge area, or maybe it’s even to do with general level of (misplaced) trust, built up over many years in the framework and institutions.   Size, perhaps in this case, is everything, as it’s interesting that some of the countries I see as elite test-beds are Denmark, New Zealand and Finland.  Similar population sizes and look at how all 3 currently have identikit female prime ministers – out with the old guy in a suit and in with the new model to help prove to the masses democracy is working and their vote does count.  It doesn’t of course, but a new broom every now and then to sweep clean helps maintain the illusion.

I had an argument with someone at work today.  Or at least I raised my voice a bit.  I really have had enough of condescenDanes, who think they know it all and the udlændige are second rate.  I had mentioned to him last week, in response to his comment that he couldn’t believe the UK still allowed people to gather freely, eat in restaurants and go the pub, that I actually agreed people should live their lives freely.  That I’d seen no evidence of this illness yet and that anyway, how come the world didn’t stop for the flu?  This week he saw me again and was keen to mention how the UK now had the same disease as Denmark – no not the lovely COVID-19, but the disease of lockdowns, restrictions and closed businesses.  Except he didn’t see it as a disease, but something that had to be done for the good of society.  I’ve not changed my mind at all, in fact I said, come back in a year and we can discuss how many of these freedoms that have been taken away you have actually got back.  The conversation turned to democracy being a wonderful thing, which I also disagreed with and got told “If you don’t like it here why not go and live in Saudi Arabia?”.  This is the standard response of Danes, when they find you disagree with the things they hold dear and is, I suspect how they’ve always achieved their concensus.  If you disagree, you’re an outlier and need to be got rid of.  Maybe the Vikings dealt with outliers in more direct fashion – an accidental axe to the head while raiding Lindisfarne, killing the peaceful monks and stealing the booty, perhaps?  It’s why all the rich danes live abroad – they could never be comfortable here with the envy, criticism and desire to bring them down to common denominator level.   It’s why, at this point, I snapped and told him this – I have encountered this stock answer about leaving the country many times.  Accept people have different views and are entitled to voice them.

Watching this crisis unfold, along with hearing the calls of citizens for further curtailments to their freedoms, got me thinking that I really do see the future here.  As much as I really don’t want to see it and wish I wasn’t really here at all.  I’ve lived through various taxes, intrusions into my private life and forced introductions to new systems such as nem-id and e-boks, to realise that I should write it down and try to warn the rest of the world.

So let’s look at what’s happened here in the past week or so :-

  • Borders locked down – only Danes and foreign workers allowed in
  • No gatherings of more than 10 people.  So no konfirmation.  unlucky
  • Schools, Universities, Restaurants, Hairdressers, tanning salons – all closed
  • Mandatory vaccinations for anyone suspected of having the virus
  • Up to 75% of salary paid for employees as an alternative to firing anyone
  • Extension of all this to April 13th, at the earliest

Let’s ignore that officially, at least, the vaccine hasn’t even been invented yet.  On a personal note, I am one of only 2 or 3 people who goes into the office now and of those, I’m the only one who does a full day there.  I really refuse to work from home, it does me no good and besides, zig while the world zags – petrol prices are down 20% in 2 weeks, the roads are empty and I can assess the situation outside.  Drive while I can – that may well be an unaffordable luxury at some point in the future.

The clues were there, if you looked closely and worked it out.  Denmark built a 5ft high border fence across the border with Germany last year.  Ostensibly to keep out the swine flu, but it did seem a bit suspicious and ensured all border traffic went through official chokepoints only.  Considering the rest of Denmark only has access by sea and air, it’s relatively easy to lockdown this nation if you really want to – interestingly, you can say the same of another elite test-bed, New Zealand.   The surveillance society tightened it’s grip with the mandatory implementation of smart meters – every house had to have one by December 2019, due to a law that was signed in 2015.  One house avoided that bullet, at least for the time being.  Then there’s been the war on cash – a gradual enforcement of policies to ensure people pay with debit cards, contactless preferred, of course and finally, the tracking of people with mobile phones.  Yes, Denmark has been big on this, and the global sharing of mobile information became clear to me back in 2018, when I received a letter from Skat, informing me of my English bank account – doesn’t matter that it only had £20 in it, Skat was keen to tax the interest.  How did they match up this account?  Why, using my mobile phone number of course.  Think about that when you happily gift this important personal identifying key, a new world social security number, to any website out there.

Longer term, they are implementing so many horrific policies in the style of an expert sleight-of-hand magician, that it’s impossible to keep up.   I saw the UK also implemented a salary bail-out of 80%, just like Denmark (see how these test bed policies catch on?).  Why, to me this could almost seem to be an implementation of the new Universal Basic Income policy they’ve been talking about for a few years.  It sounds great (and free) on paper, to just give a basic income to every citizen, but next up it’ll come with conditions – with deductions for socially unacceptable behaviour and rewards for really, really good socially acceptable behaviour.  Define socially good – they will write the rules for that themselves in the year ahead and if you want that money, you better read the right books, newspapers and be a good citizen in exactly the way that they want.  Then there’s the isolation and separation of old people, Logan’s run is coming.  Then when, if ever, do you think airlines will be reopening?  I had to say goodbye to my trip of a lifetime to Panama last week, and I seriously wonder if I’ll ever get that chance again.  Then what about being socially distant and working from home?  I see the dehumanisation agenda, a future world where AI and robots come to the fore being another step closer, when your colleagues are nothing more than photographic pixels on a computer screen.  How long before some of them are replaced by robots and you never even notice?

Amongst it all, the saddest thing is that a lot of people are clamouring for this – please give us our free money, please lock us in our prison cells, please, please, please.  Just like my Danish colleague there.  I don’t blame him actually and I’m sure our little spat will be forgiven – with a lifetime in one of the ultimate test beds, of course he will love his system.   No, the saddest things were probably :-

a) People reporting other people to the police for such serious infractions as – having a gathering of over 10 people in their own home, a business owner opening up his shop in contradiction of the new law and a supermarket that didn’t have a bottle of the now legally-required alcoholic handwash on the door.  These were all locally-reported cases in my area, so multiply that across the nation and, furthermore, the world.

b) The Danish queen being applauded for her wonderful TV-delivered speech telling everyone to keep socially distant from each other, never leave the house except to shop essentially and do as her various enforcement agencies (skat, police, government) say.  I’m sure someone in a 100-room mansion, with staff to do everything for her, is a great role model for us all.

c) An overbearing intrusion into my weekend from the Danish police and Danish health authority.  The police actually sent out an SMS to every mobile number in the whole country (they’ve got it on file and they are tracking you, remember?).  On the surface, it was to remind you they care, but underneath, it was sent on a Sunday and sent a message of omnipresence, with threatening undertones.  It was also a great data gathering exercise – which numbers worked, who had their phones switched on and who read it.  Should definitely help when they start the location tracking.

All in all, I am reminded of some quote from 1984 by George Orwell, perhaps, that says something like when the taking away of freedoms comes, the people will not be angry, they will be screaming for it, demanding it and just a few months ago I would have laughed and thought it impossible that it would come this way and so soon.  I was wrong.  If I was now to predict the future, I would say a bank is about to go bust – perhaps I need to refer back to my own book from 2007, How to Invest in Gold and Silver?  Perhaps it’s time to remember that…

When laws become unjust, just men become outlaws



No Milk Today

As part of investigating what a post-apocalyptic world might look like, I went up for a walk to the local supermarket, Rema 1000 yesterday.  Actually, there was another motive behind this, which was that, rather mundanely, I actually did want to buy some milk.  There almost was, quite literally “No Milk Today”, as Herman’s Hermits once sang.  Rather shocking for a country that is one of the world’s largest dairy producers.  There was no trace of the full-fat stuff and just a few cartons of semi-skimmed Letmælk, then loads of the watery nothingness of Skummetmælk, the one with all the fat removed.  I must congratulate Danes on hoarding the one with the highest vitamin value, if nothing else.

The shelves were also denuded of bread, although plenty of Pittas remained, and mince – no pork or beef, except a few packs of the ultra-expensive organic variety.   I’m not quite sure what insight this gives us into the dietary habits of the nation.  All the Rye bread had gone, but plenty of toilet paper was left – major overstocking here in fact.  I sense it’ll sell out faster as the rye bread is consumed.

Also in line with my previous post there were national and international moves.  Bill Gates announced he was standing down as the head of Microsoft – perhaps he’s heading for the bunker as his conception turns into reality?  Did I forget to mention his part in an eerily similar pandemic simulation last year, with something called Event 201?  Denmark also announced a further lockdown, as I correctly foresaw.  I’ve lived here long enough to know Denmark is straight there when it comes to anything agenda-related, be it financial, social or military.   With the last one, they somehow get away with hardly ever being mentioned with regard to their involvement in everything, from Bosnia, Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya, Denmark is always there.  Now you can only get into the country if you are a citizen or resident, or have business/family reasons for your visit.  Even if you just fancied coming as a tourist, my advice anyway would be not to bother – there are many cheaper and more interesting places in the world to see.  I am interested to see how this affects my big international trip that I’ve been planning for months – no clues as to destination, but the second leg takes 12 hours and right now, I can still get there and come back.   As long as I get there, I couldn’t care less about the coming back part.  I’ll make sure I read the travel insurance small print though.