Family Motto: Spero meliora. (Loosely translated as, "I hope for better things") And if you don't like bad language, then bugger off. Beware. Cookies maybe lurking on this site. I usually post several times a day about differing subjects. Do scroll down
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Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Junk science and the BBC
Delingpoles blog in support of their letter is worth a read.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
More anti-smoking Miscellany
I thought the last post of mine was daft, concerning that fact that pregnant mums who smoked were likely to give birth to criminals.
Now “experts” believe that second hand smoke makes you deaf. Well it didn’t affect my kids. They can hear my wallet open from 300 miles.
People who are exposed to the second-hand smoke from others' cigarettes are at increased risk of hearing loss, experts believe.
Doctors already know that people who smoke can damage their hearing.
The latest study in the journal Tobacco Control, involving more than 3,000 US adults, suggests the same is true of passive smoking. (Emphasis mine)
Of course it is the usual culprits who are spouting this drivel. Tobbacco Control. As is usual in the above quoted paragraph, they come out with the weasel words, believe and suggests. In other words hypothesis and not proof.
And they continue
This revealed that people exposed to second-hand smoke were far more likely to have poorer hearing than others, and to a degree where they might struggle to follow a conversation in the presence of background noise.
Now. I’ve been smoking for over forty years, and a fair bit of that time worked in Engine rooms where the levels of noise are extreme. How come my hearing is not reduced to nothing then?
And they finish with this.
"Before you next light up a cigarette, consider how it could impact not only on your own long-term hearing but your friends' and relatives' too."
And I’ll finish with this you miserable control freaks. Just Bugger off.
On a final note, the pic accompanying the article is this.
Please will someone help the poor little Cheeeeldren?
My wife has driven my kids to a life of crime.
If you can belief the latest nonsense from the Healthists.
Children whose mothers smoked heavily during pregnancy are more likely to become career criminals, research suggests.
Well my wife smoked during two of her pregnancies, and neither offspring have a tendency to carry out a bank robbery or even indulge in the odd shoplift or two. (Then again, maybe they’re too clever to be caught).
Children whose mothers smoked heavily were 31 per cent more likely to have been arrested than those whose mothers never smoked.
They were also more likely to be repeat offenders. The increased crime risk is found among children whose mothers had 20 or more cigarettes a day when pregnant, according to the report by Harvard School of Public Health in the US.
I can’t even get angry at this piece of shite. In fact I even had a little giggle. Think of the Cheeeldren.
*Hey Kids. If you have a stash of gold bars anywhere. Could your destitute father have a bar or two?*
Monday, 15 November 2010
Everything you need to know about global warming in the UK but were afraid to ask
I was just reminded of this video by The Englishman. So I thought I’d repost it.
Sunday, 14 November 2010
War & Remembrance
I hope you’ll forgive me for not having an outpouring of sentimentality on the issue.
Because I’ve been there.
War is the most ugliest and horrifying thing you could experience in life. Nothing prepares you for the sheer horror and terror that happens around you. Forget the films you have seen, where the soldier lies dying in the arms of one of his mates and gently slips away. I can’t even dare picture the sights I have seen less narrate them here.
We all go cuddly at this time of year and buy a poppy and bend our heads in two minutes of silence.
What we all should be doing, is doing our best to support our veterans, and our currently serving serviceman, for the whole year. Not remember them for one day. Think about them every day.
Saturday, 13 November 2010
Storage
It makes me wonder how duped our political class are when it comes to renewable energy. They keep banging on that it is needed to sustain our way of life, rather than that nasty CO2 producing conventional power station.
Well, tonight my Bird Mincer Wind turbine (I haven’t really got one. I’m not a brainwashed, green, cretin), would be producing sweet fuck all, as there is not a breath of wind here in deepest darkest Kent.
However on Thursday and Friday there was oodles of wind. Enough to power The large Hadron collider barely my lighting if I had a commercially bought, private property device.
But to cut to the chase. Even supposing I had a turbine that could produce three times my consumption, how would I store the surplus? Well I could invest in a transformer and go and get dozens of batteries from Halfords, (Halfords, if you’re reading this, the free plug here, is worth a few quid for my help with your sales) or I could build a heat sink in the garden and recover the energy by a heat pump system.
The trouble with this strategy is, it is cost prohibitive to the lay person.
And of course, it will be to the national projects as well.
It’s different in places such as Norway, where they can use the energy produced to pump water up to high level reservoir to be used to generate hydro-electric power when the wind ceases to blow.
So if we go down the road of having 20% of our energy from renewables in the future. Where is 20% of the energy tonight going to come from?
Links to previous ramblings on this subject can be found here
Don’t mess with the military
The Woman Marine Pilot
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories.
There were all the regular types of stuff: spilled milk and pennies saved. But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only Janie was left.
“Janie, do you have a story to share?'
''Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mom. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.
She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops. She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.
''Good Heavens,' said the horrified teacher. 'What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?
"Don't mess with Mommy when she's been drinking."
Friday, 12 November 2010
Way to go Sister!
More health and safety Bollocks. But at least someone has stood up to them.
A council which cut down washing lines, took away residents' doormats and removed children's bicycles for “health and safety” reasons has halted the operation after being confronted with a mass protest led by a nun.
Rules are Rules. But I wonder if the paragraph below highlights the real reason.
The Irish-born nun, who lives in the area, added: “To focus on this ridiculous thing about washing lines and doormats is quite stupid when there is anti-social yob behaviour they should be dealing with. If they don't want us hanging out our washing in view of Canary Wharf then they should buy us all tumble-dryers.”
And what on earth is “Tenancy Enforcement Work” supposed to mean?
The organisation, which acts as the housing arm of the local authority, said the aim was to “carry out tenancy enforcement work, including the removal of washing lines, bikes and other obstructions as a landlord to keep residents safe”.
I’m sure the residents appreciate all their hard work.
£4.8 Trillion
That’s the National debt.
I’ve just been watching Martin Durkin’s explanation on the channel 4 episode, Britain’s Trillion pound horror story, that was aired last night. In it he shows how we got into it and maybe a way out. It does make for depressing viewing. I strongly suggest that all members of our ruling elite should be locked into a cinema and made to watch it. (Under pain of death naturally).
It’s worth watching even if it is 72 minutes long.