Late evening listening – ever decreasing spiral

In this evening’s listening, the youtubes don’t exactly correspond to the text because it is near impossible to get exactly the right one. For example there’s a vid from New Zealand which is meant to be Australia and so on. Also, if you’re from Hull or you’re a bit sensitive, you don’t want to be watching one particular clip [chuckle].

This is the tale of a man who began slowly, hit the good times and then slowly, bit by bit, faded away.

When this man found himself [as a boy] in Australia, he didn’t understand then that that country is a country for young people and it almost goes without saying that you’ll be outdoors, usually at the beach, sometimes at the barbecue.

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The Australians used to have an expression “no worries” and that was what it was about. My life was working then sailing, going to the football and playing cricket and rugby. This was the sort of thing:

This is an actual picture near our yacht club:

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If it wasn’t having fun, it was seeing the wildlife on the other side of the country:

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But all good things must end, including two errors on the matrimonial front and we came back over here although for me, it was also the start of my North American adventure:

That west coast had your humble blogger zooming up and down it in his Pontiac Sunbird convertible and the territory was from Tijuana to Whistler. JJ Cale was the perfect accompaniment to the mindset of the time [and don’t forget there were California girls everywhere]:

I went back and forth to North America every year for a decade and when that was not possible, it was Europe:

Then something happened and I found myself in Russia for a year, which became twelve. That’s where I discovered the female of the species, thousands of them everywhere and everyone trying to look like a model. The Russians sure know how to do overkill. The men are spoiled rotten over there:

It all came to a crashing halt when the Russian authorities didn’t see eye to eye with the British and apart from a sojourn in Sicily with a special person:

… it was an otherwise worrying time. That’s where my stalker struck [remotely] for the first time. I’ll always remember the last concert before I left, not unlike this:

… and it was like the closing of the door on my life. All the way home on the plane, I was thinking of the pub culture and a foaming pint of real ale in good surroundings:

… but alas, it was not to be. England was a much less happy place, I went in a pub and had a pint but it was like a ghost town. The autumn arrived and it was like a microcosm of how life had gone:

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And so came the winter, the first back in these isles and it was a sharp reminder, punctuated with worry over certain people back in Russia:

Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
The river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood

I would not be asking, I would not be seen
A-beggin’ on mountain or hill
But I’m ready and blind with my hands tied behind
I’ve neither a mind nor a will

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It’s hard to describe this time now and yet it is like coming to the rise in the pic above, seeing the welcoming lights in the distance but then realizing that all those from your past have passed on, gone, you’ve lost contact. They’re great people I’m close to at the moment but they’d be the first to admit it’s not the meeting of long lost friends. It’s new friendships or maybe the start of new old friendships.

A girl asked me where my parents were. Gone. Brothers? Sisters? Nope. Wife? Don’t know where they are now. Old friends? Down south or moved on. It was having a life and now suddenly being removed from it. Like Peer Gynt or Rip Van Winkle with the thing being compounded by approaching age and a couple of health issues.

You can keep moving, you can walk to the end of the pier with purpose:

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… but then you must inevitably walk back again. So you stand, looking:

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… and then slip back into the shadows:

Everybody’s got a secret, Sonny,
Something that they just can’t face,
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it,
They carry it with them every step that they take.
Till some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag ’em down,
Where no one asks any questions,
or looks too long in your face,
In the darkness on the edge of town.

This was a life.

Combi-Boiler … that’s all

205373-main_FullIt was perfectly obvious to everyone that the old combi-boiler was knackered.  The first time we managed to get a workman, he cleaned the fan.  It worked.

The second time, I had the engineer’s number and rang him direct, which he did not like but he came and cleaned the fan.  He also took out the timer because it was catching, making a 24/7 racket but the landlord said nah, it works fine.  I made the engineer take it out, which meant it needed to be manually switched.

Not to worry. he cleaned the fan.

The third time, the engineer was getting sick of me.  I was asking questions like, “How much is a new fan?” and, “How much is a new timer?”

He cleaned the fan.

The neighbours told me a rumour that the old boilers were all being replaced.  Great.  When?  By winter.  Meaning by New Year.

Uh huh.

On Saturday just passed, the combi-boiler broke down again for precisely the same reason.  I rang the engineer and he said he needed the landlord’s permission.  I rang the landlord and he was redirecting all calls to the answer machine.

I’m in a flat which is known for its coldness – it has copious amounts of glass which is a wonderful thing during the day but not so good with frost settling outside at night.  Last night, I blogged to you with woollies, jacket, thick socks and shoes on, plus cap, plus the oven in the kitchen turned on at intervals.

This morning I phoned the engineer.  Eureka – his phone was engaged, which meant he was at least online.  When I’d redialled the umpteenth time, my call was redirected through to answer machine.

I rang my landlord and said I was going to a swimming pool for a shower.  He conceded the point.  When I got back, he said that he’d got the engineer [miraculous] who’d told him the boiler was knackered.

Five days to get the new one and he’ll come in on Saturday to install it.  Yeah, sure – I’ll believe that when I see it.  However, it is better than nothing.  I can shower at the training place and go to the pool.  Clothes washing can be done in cold water.  The cold is still running so there’ll be cups of tea.

This is not unlike Russia all over again where you usually had three variants – the lift working, the hot water on and the cold water on but not all at the one time.  I think I counted a total of maybe fifteen weeks in 12 years when all were working.  Sometimes only one of those was working.

I seriously don’t recall once where none were working – there may have been a few days once.

So I’m in good training for this peculiarly British situation and could cope with it, if it were not for last Friday’s meeting which I neglected to report to you on and it was dire.  My personal circumstances are about to change for the worse but let that not concern you.

The Combi-Boiler – an essay by Jimmy Higham

The C-B is a monstrosity which illustrates everything which is wrong with an ideological government working in partnership with science and the corporate world.

Climate change is upon us or it is not.

Either way, the government has leapt onto environmental concerns and thrown in some elfansafetee as well.  So, separate home heating and hot water supply is a thing of the past and now we have the cutting edge of technology – the Combi-Boiler.  This has things which go buzz and whir and is what the white heat of this industrial revolution loves to see – an idea, however well tested, rushed into practice.

They don’t work.  They break down.  There are design mechanisms which must break down in a short time and this is borne out in practice up and down the country, whereas the old, simple boiler did you ten years and then packed it in.

Using Ronnie Barker Britporridge parlance, which the North Americans might not get – it’s a naff concept, the Combi-Boiler.  If they try to get you to buy one over there, don’t do it.

It is mid to late October and we are on the cusp of the cold season.  I thank the Lord that it is all happening now and not a month later.  I can buy a little blow-heater at ASDA, hopefully [unless elfansafetee have regulated it away] and so the bases are covered.

At this moment, it is a delightful day and this flat’s true quality comes through – the light is streaming in and warming the cockles of the heart.  I wish you all the most superb and productive Monday.

“Nuff for now.

Another treaty is being signed in December, in Copenhagen

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It was Wolfie who said that he’d seen these people at cocktail parties, full of grandiose ideas, hopelessly inefficient and I would add, inefficiency always accompanies ideology because instead of knuckling down to sound administration, they try to change the world and even reconstitute men and women. You can’t have your mind fully on two jobs at once, not at this level.

It was Sonus and people like Karl Denninger who saw, early, exactly what these people were up to and how maverick they were towards any rules they themselves had set up and had nominally subscribed to, they themselves breaching these rules and guidelines behind the scenes.

It’s was Tom Paine who showed that even learned people can be mistaken, saying that “there is no Them, James, there is only Us.”

And now Harry Hook is running a vid over at his place which sums it up well, which shows how They discovered a great portal, Climate Change, through which to ram through the measures They wanted, with the connivance of the UN.

Can you spare 4:12 minutes of your life? Lord Monkton’s speaking to the Americans here:

One of the viewers commented:

Wrong again rexoid. The President can sign any treaty he wants. It simply does not have the full faith and force of the law until it is ratified by the Senate. And in fact, in most cases he (or his agent) does sign the treaty before ratification.

Example, the 1954 Hague Convention on protecting cultural property during wartime. The executive branch signed it in 1954. It was only ratified by the Senate this year.

He’s not wrong in this and this is the nature of the arguments of the climate push – they take something which is the truth and present that as their counter argument – it’s very clever.

People then think that because this part can’t be refuted, which it can’t and it all looks very learned with that quote about the 1954 Hague Convention wheeled in – most people will stop questioning at that point.

What they, especially the Americans, don’t see is that this push is exactly the same as that of the EU Treaty. For a start, you note that it is all treaty, treaty, treaty with them and the thrust of each is to erode one more freedom, to get people to voluntarily sign away their rights and freedoms, with the promise of a shining light ahead, of better times ahead, of how They, the wise ones at the top, can eliminate this terrible crisis, this recession but it’s going to take some belt tightening on the part of the people.

No mention is made of the obscene profits of their banks who run Congress. No mention is made of the March 23rd, 2005 agreement of Bush, Martin and Fox to cede control of the functions of the United States to an NAAC and how the internet got onto this and They stepped back on this one because it was a hot potato and probed through another portal until they hit on Climate Change.

Regular readers here know that I’ve run articles saying that warming is a reality and that if you were in Russia, you’d agree it was so because there are unprecedented changes in twelve years. No, no, say the anti-climate change vanguard but what they really mean is no, no, don’t let Gore and his buddies have this fuel for their fire.

I see that too, so let’s not fall out among ourselves at this 11th hour. Spreading confusion is one of their tactics, just as is kiteflying – trying something on a credulous population to see if it “grabs”, if it gets a foothold or is shot down by the pesky internetters [the MSM long being in their pockets, e.g. Katie Graham in 1972]. Time once again for Senator William Jenner, of Indiana, before the U.S. Senate, on February 23rd, 1954, speaking of communism:

“Today the path to total dictatorship in the United States can be laid by strictly legal means, unseen and unheard by Congress, the President, or the people.

We have a well-organized political action group in this country, determined to destroy our Constitution and establish a one-party state. It has a foothold within our Government, and its own propaganda apparatus. One may call this group by many names. Some people call it socialism, some collectivism. I prefer to call it ‘democratic centralism.’

The important point to remember about this group is not its ideology but its organization. It is a dynamic, aggressive, elite corps, forcing its way through every opening, to make a breach for a collectivist one-party state. It operates secretly, silently, continuously, to transform our Government, without our suspecting the change is underway.

This secret revolutionary corps understands well the power to influence the people by an elegant form of brainwashing. We see this, for example, in the innocent use of words like ‘democracy’ in place of ‘representative government.’ ”

Yes, he was speaking of communism during the McCarthy days, whose legacy in most people’s minds is that a lot of good people lost their jobs over communist hysteria, which brought on the Cold War and created the Space Race.

If you think that the forces, which in those days were labelled communism and are these days labelled globalism, are not still in operation then that is plain naive. When the people turned against the man with the unfortunate manner, McCarthy, do you really think the forces he railed against were vanquished or did they change shape and continue in another form?

Which is the more likely scenario? Only now they’ve become respectable, as a banker was respectable until this crash – it’s all a question of image, in the end.

Now, this treaty mentioned in the vid above – can the trolls’ objections to it be believed? The EU Treaty couldn’t and in fact hasn’t come into force until it was actually signed by all countries who are party to it. Hence the second Irish Referendum and hence Vaclav Strauss.

It is all based on treaties, it’s their only way forward in their eyes and they are following a maxim commented on years earlier.  On April 12, 1952, CFR member John Foster Dulles [who later became Secretary of State], in speaking before the American Bar Association in Louisville, Kentucky, said:

“Treaty law can override the Constitution. Treaties can take powers away from Congress and give them to the President. They can take powers from the States and give them to the Federal Government or to some international body, and they can cut across the rights given to the people by their constitutional Bill of Rights.”

This gives the veneer of the rule of law, a veneer of legitimacy to what they do, a most vital thing to Them who manipulate and coerce behind the scenes and then present this veneer of law in public. The Nuremberg and Soviet trials were just such a performance. These days, we call them Nazi show trials and that’s our own bias, our own propaganda coming through.

You can say well they were show trials, everyone knows that.  Actually no, you know that but one portion of the people didn’t know this at the time and those who did were either victims or kept silence, for fear of governmental reprisals.

Rubbish, you say, how would the government even know what you thought?

They’d know because of the vast increase in security measures, the climate of suspicion they sewed and the principle of “turn in your neighbour” through a formal policy of Denunciation. When I arrived in Russia years ago, this policy was still in operation [though in the process of repeal] and I saw it actually happen.

If a neighbour is not happy with another – noise, failure to sweep the landing, whatever – the neighbour need only go and denounce her and she’s rewarded for her public-spiritedness. That’s life under a totalitarian regime and I saw the last vestiges of it with my own eyes. It was horrifying.

That is where we’re headed with this new treaty. It’s not a flight of fancy for one key reason – self-actualization. People who would resort to such tactics are not, repeat not, doing it for the greater good and for the greater freedom of you and me; they are doing it to subsume powers to the state.

Which state?

That’s the question which they are keeping to themselves and we have to first guess, then publicize and finally convince our fellow man of.

We’re not doing such a good job so far – hence you’re still reading me at this blog and I haven’t yet been shut down.

Late evening listening – late autumn

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These pieces are not specifically about autumn, of course and they’re chronologically out of synch but they seemed right for this evening.

The first needs, IMHO, to be on the violin.  Perlman. Sorry about the pic quality:

To the piano:

And lastly to my favourite of the evening, the harp: