Seeing The Light? Not a Chance...

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Two things. Firstly, I live, as you know, in North Wales, UK; so not the Tropics, then. Nevertheless, the temperature at 17:22, as I write this, is 32 degrees Celsius, less than a fortnight since we reached a peak of 35 degrees up here in Rachub. I have lived in the area for forty-two years, most of my adult life: and have experienced hot summers, cold winters, wet autumns and stormy springs. But the weather we are presently seeing, consistently, is of an extreme nature outwith my personal experience.

Secondly, the picture above illustrates some sort of tabloid newspaper that Jane had thrust into her hand in Bangor today. Now, I'm as against book-burning as any right-minded individual, but I would suggest that this particular periodical gets as close to straight-into-the-fire-with-it as it gets. It manages to be homophobic, anti-trans, climate-denying and an awful lot more, in its scant 23 pages of 'content'. It even manages to trot out the old conspiracy theories surrounding the 'miracle' of unlimited energy-from-not-a-lot: the water-powered cars et al., whose 'inventors' were allegedly rubbed out by the cabal of oil producers or the power companies. 

When you read that any technology is 1000% efficient input to output, run for the bloody hills, folks: it's crap, crap, crap: not possible. One thing I would bet on is that if I left this bum fodder out in the current sunshine long enough - not very - it would self-combust, despite the bullshit conspiracy crap between its pages. The only thing that stops me testing that theory(!) is that everything in our garden and the adjoining grazing land is so tinder-dry, that I would be stupid to try. We have enough problems to contend with in this world, without this kind of crap being propagated by the swivel-eyed loons who deem it necessary so to do...


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