Climate Change, Population Control, & my fear of the bin men

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(Guest Author: Peter Moore)

Having spent many years of my adult life disgreeing with Christopher England it may be a little difficult for me to about face and agree with him. However, the fact that he is not my favourite man should not blind me to a truth that he identifies [about the Climate Change Con]. Of course, he is not the first or only person to voice the opinions that he does voice.

A long time ago, we can assume that laws were passed to benefit and protect the vast majority of the population. Sure, if you make theft illegal, thieves will not be happy, but everyone else will see the need and reason for the law.

Now laws are passed for the convenience of those who govern us and to make it easier for them to manage and control us.

We have not quite reached the stage where the law makers just bring in new legislation and say ‘ tough luck ‘. Just now they still need some sort of reason to convince us that we should accept each new regulation as it comes along. After crushing anyone who was wary of the creeping control exerted by Europe by branding them ‘ Little Englanders ‘ and silencing anyone concerned about uncontrolled immigration by identifying them as ‘ Racists ‘, along comes the wonderful catch all of Climate Change or Global Warming to justify extending the controls that our leaders already have over us into new areas.

While most persuasion is a mixture of carrot and stick, the carrot has long since been dispensed with here. To stick to the tiny area of rubbish collection. I well recall when the dustman would come as far as our back door and carry away one metal bin in to which all of our household waste had been deposited. Now I have four receptacles in to which I am expected to put food waste ( although certain things are not acceptable ) and then one in which to put recycleable paper, card and plastic, a third for garden waste and one more bin for everything else.

I have to carry these to a convenient location at the right time and not take them out too soon, nor leave them too long after being emptied.

Amazingly, as Chris has also mentioned. I actually do this and I actually worry if I have done it right. Now, there is no reward for going to this trouble, only the penalty that if you get it wrong the bins remain unemptied. Nobody has justified to me why two vehicles come each week to take the waste away, when previously one did perfectly well.

I am not going to expand on this right now. other than to say that to raise a voice against any of the lunacy that now comes under the banner of Global Warming gets one accused of wanting to destroy the planet. Suddenly it is the individual who is in the wrong and not the people foisting the new regulations on us.

As Chris says, a lot of this is about distraction. Who remembers ‘ Protect and Survive ‘ ? This was a splendid booklet sent when nuclear war looked like a possibility, It purported to tell the population how best to prepare themselves. One was advised to take the interior doors off of the house and prop them up against an inside wall at a precise angle. This lean to had to be reinforced with bags of earth. When it was complete, the household was meant to go inside, taking bottled water, preserved food and bog paper, a torch and a radio. There was to be, just outside the shelter, a tray of dry sand to pooh in. You were expected to stay inside until someone told you it was safe to come out.

None of this afforded any actual protection, indeed the contingency, knowing that hospitals would be destroyed or overwhelmed, was that post holocaust, the Army would have shot all the sick and injured.

However, while the fools were filling sand bags and filling water bottles they were distracted from realising this and creating civil unrest. So, I must go and sort my household waste now, collection day looms.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

Author: Peter Moore.