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November 12, 2024 · 18:28

Short of brain, short of memory

As I see it, Georgina Rannard from the BBC (at https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cx2lvq4el5vo) needs a little education. It started my (somewhat) raging nature when I saw ‘Ultra-rich using jets like taxis, climate scientists warn’ I was ‘set off’ in a light of day that is somewhat darker then blue. You see there are around 24,270 private jets, two thirds are registered in the US and many of them, are corporate jets. You know these ‘scoundrels’ employed by Google, Amazon, Microsoft, IBM and alike. There is a fair amount of jets used by the ‘ultra-rich’ but the the numbers fade in to the corporate world. And she gets assistance from Prof Gossling (not the brightest professor in the land). I feel repetitive, as I wrote on December 10th 2020 in the article (at https://lawlordtobe.com/2020/12/10/uniform-nameless-entitlement-perforation/) where I wrote ‘Uniform Nameless Entitlement Perforation’, where Tim McGrath made equally mindless accusations. As I see it in 4 years they didn’t learn anything, they just used a new vessel to spout there nonsense. You see, the fallback in 2023, the 13th to be exact. I wrote ‘The Guardian just won’t learn’ I added a few details there, details that was available to the press for obvious reasons. There I wrote “ignoring the fact that over 15 years 41,000 flights a day have been added and we do not get to see how much pollution that brings” each year 1,000,000 were added bringing to the total of 41,000 flights a day, every day. At this time (as far as I was able to check) was the fact that per 2021 there were 151,435 daily flights in the air. All whilst in 2019 there were 106,849 flights. I think that the stupidity of Georgina Rannard and Prof Gossling is clearly shown here. In addition to this is the fact that these jet are a lot more fuel efficient. It is just another example where leftist idiots put a little more blame on the ‘ultra-rich’ and I have no hidden agenda. I will never be ultra-rich, I have no intent to being ultra rich. Just rich would do, rich enough to have a nice place to live in and a nice retirement, but I reckon I am no different than 80% of us who all share that same wish.

As such I have questions, how was this “The 46% increase in emissions by private jets is probably due to rising demand and the limitations on commercial travel caused by the Covid pandemic” determined? The 15,000,000 flights from 1995-2010 would diminish these numbers. The other side is that the ultra rich would not fly them all the time, so where did these two dodo’s get the numbers? Then we get “The group is estimated to comprise about 256,000 people, 0.003% of the global adult population, each owning an average of $123m (£95m), according to the scientists.” So are they all sharing the 24,270 private jets? Then we get “One travelled by private jet 169 times in 2023, emitting an estimated 2,400 tonnes of carbon dioxide – the equivalent of driving 571 petrol cars throughout the year.” So who was that? Was that a Google (or Microsoft or Shell) plane transporting staff members? There is an amount of data (possibly fictive) that we are exposed to, and one case in 24,270? How random is that? As such we get the statement “The scientists chose not to name individuals, making clear they did not wish to point the finger at any one person.” Makes sense, but it also makes there data debatable. Because if there was clear evidence (like a thousand planes) we would get a really nice sentiment. And in response to this, I get back to the previous article ‘Uniform Nameless Entitlement Perforation’ from 2020 where we see that 50% of the environmental damage came from 147 facilities in Europe.

The EEA report (also in that document) gives a clear perspective, as such are Georgina Rannard and Prof Gossling anything else but a joke? The EEA gave us a clear report that 147 facilities were responsible for 50% of the damage, so why aren’t the BBC and the Guardian digging into that? They had the report for over 4 years. The media had that report and decided to ignore the report. So how blatantly stupid (and optionally corrupt) are they? A simple question and it gets worse from there. How many empty planes are flying? You see 41,000 implies well over 100,000 people. How many non-tourists are flying? I was in a plane from Amsterdam international to Budapest (Hungary) and we had a 767 plane to ourselves. Less than 25 people were in that flight. How much damage was caused? I reckon that at least 10% of the flights could be cancelled. But then we get economic issues like reserved (but unused) seats come into play and that is the larger extent. You can’t have it both ways. And I think the BBC knows that.

Sorry for the rant, but these leftists accusing dodo’s get the hairs in the back of my neck up and there is enough evidence to do just that at present. Enjoy your day today.

Over my head

I have a simple setting, I keep what I kill (actually, I got that from Vin Diesel), I keep what I get, I just had the weirdest mindset, a sort of day dream at 01:15, something I do not understand and as such I cast it aside, so I make the IP public domain, yes, I have idea’s, for the most they are fantasy and Sci-Fi, which I like, but this, what I saw in my mind was horror, and I don’t do horror. Or to state it differently, I am not much for horror, as such this brain drain was not in the mind of me. In the setting I am an older man, 70’s, optionally early 80’s. The town of the event is Orleans, it is a new building on St. Joseph Blvd, there the man finds a girl near the entrance, the girl is around 25 and badly beaten up. He cals for an ambulance and notifies the police, she lives nearby, she lives there alone. Later he visits her in hospital. He makes a quick phone call. The wounds are fresh and ghastly. He offers to look out for her and takes her to his apartment, and she happily agrees. In the apartment is a middle age lady, the cook, she had made a fresh bouillon with lots of beef and rice. They both eat it whilst enjoying fresh warm croissants. She begs him to stay there the night, she will sleep with him if she can stay, he turns down the invitation, but tells her that she can sleep in the bed, he will take the sofa. The next morning she is awake and looking refreshed, the cook was already there, with hot sandwiches with pastrami and cheese for both, the woman is clearly scared, really scared, but she is happy to see the food. The man looks, but does not ask. She tells him that she never saw who did it, merely that she was beaten again and again in her apartment. He asks her is she can inspect the apartment, she agrees, clearly she is too scared to go back to her place alone. Out of the drawer he takes out two unusual gloves, if you can call them that. They are a wristband, with wires to every finger, two rings for the thumb and three for every other finger, the rings are connected to each other by metal wires and the end of the gloves are thimbles. She puts them in the pocket of his coat, one for the left pocket, one for the right. He grabs a small torch and they walk to her house, it was a mere 10 minutes. As they are about to go into the house, they see a young couple checking the both out. The door opens and the darkness in the house on clear daylight is almost frightening. The man quickly puts on the gloves and shines the torch into the house, before he knows it a man, or what seems to be a man comes for him, but this time the attacker is in for a surprise, the elderly man, our hero grabs the man and pulls him into the sunlight, this is something the attacker was unaware of and it was even harder to resist, the screams from the attacker were deafening and in all this, the attacker starts to fade, until the darkness is replaced by a strange light and the attacker dissolves. At that point the house starts to become less dark, not light but the darkness is no longer swallowing the apartment.

The woman starts crying, the fear is clear on every part of her body. He takes another look and then he walks into the apartment, there is a larger setting of darkness in the apartment that was not normal, not part of any shadows, and as he looks he sees it all fade away, this was the effect of something else. He had seen the original writings from ancient Greece on Tartarus, but to see what might be a Ghastly, or a Shade in Tartarus. Yet these were writings, this was something he saw, he witnessed and that was a first for him, but this was France, so what was going on?

This is as far as I got in less than an hour, the images were so vivid I wrote them down as quickly as I could before the images faded, they are already starting to fade, it is rereading the writings I just put down to make the images reappear. It has happened before but before today I never wrote them down, most of those events are lost to me forever, but this one I have, yet my IP is based on science, my other creations are Sci-Fi (some are historical fantasy), to get a horror image is quite disturbing, and I can say that my night rest is now over and it is getting towards 02:30, another night without sleep, oh joy!

Not sure what is going on, but it is a bit over my head (for now). And I just realised, today is exactly 16 years ago when I left Europe, perhaps it is related.

Could it be worse?

Yup, when I dream all stops go out the window. And as such, I had myself a new idea, OK, new is a stretch but it was my dream and I get to have it. In this one, there was a third lockdown and Google’s own Papa Smurf just bought my IP, as such I was having. Celebration and my first long term vacation vacation in the Hermitage Hotel in Monaco. So far so good, in this setting I ended with a little more money than was good for me, so I got a new iPhone 12 PRO 256GB gold. I also got the GoPro 4K as I wanted to make a record of it all, that was when the third lockdown started. There I was looking out of the hotel the next morning when I noticed a red glare. I rubbed my eyes and the glare was gone. So there I was on my balcony, looking out towards the Mediterranean when I noticed people reacting a little brute, sluggish, they were a little out of it, well a third lockdown will do that to a person. I saw girls running and 6 of them ran into the hotel. They were freaked out. I saw the staff members keeping them safe, some were sluggish themselves and the girls came in. It was not an hour later when the people outside became violent and the hotel locked down even more.

It is that evening when things go from bad to worse, even in the hotel noises are heard, so there I was and soon there after the girls came too, they were scared, I guided them to my room, but it felt like a trap. The terrace wasn’t much better, but it gave me the idea to walk to the furthest room, take the turn left and there it was, just a little out of reach. I went into the room of the terrace I was on and I grabbed the sheets. In the mean time, the screaming all over the place intensified. I had tied two sheets together, it allowed me to climb to the roof, then a few careful steps further and I was on a small balcony. The windows were closed, but the balcony next to them had them open. I went there, and I saw the suite was empty. Then I opened up the last window and I went back to the roof. I signalled the girls and they came up too, two of them a lot easier than I did. After that to the room. This did not end the stage. I noticed that the entry door swung outwards. I carefully snuck out through that door. Outside around the corner I saw the extinguisher, there was little to no noise, the noise I did hear was further away. I looked around and saw the door to what I believed was some kind of janitor door, it was and there were all kinds of goodies there. Chlorine, Ammonia (and I did remember the benefit of that combination), a few mops, and the real treasure, wedges, three of them. I snuck back, still silent everywhere. I hit the electronic entrance with the extinguisher a few times as hard as I could, I removed the door handles and I tied the doors though the two holes with a piece of rope. I used my inconvenient red hammer again and jammed the wedges in whilst one of the girls put pressure on the ropes. After that we got the two beds and placed them vertical, one against each door, if they did open the doors, we would have time to get away.

It was already in the afternoon and we were getting hungry. Yet, there was little food in the suite apart from the fruit, we each had an apple, except one of the girls had grabbed the pear. We looked outside, it was pandemonium there. We turned on the TV, it was not merely Monaco, it was all over parts of France as well. The Cote D’Azu, the Alpes, there were numerous mentions of people who had gone mad attacking others. We all looked in disbelief.

The evening part was really nice, but as mot of you are most likely too young I will refrain, but I can tell you that the two agile girls were gymnasts, and they did things to me I cannot rent on video, so there!

The next day was different, everything was quiet, there was no sound at all. It was eerie. We watched the TV, it seemed that most people had died, there were still outbursts, but the French authorities told the people that the containment was proceeding. It was then that we saw a helicopter. We waived and signalled and in good humour they waived back. They landed on the roof and we got in, they spoke French, I had no idea what he said, one of the girls spoke French, she told them I kept them safe, I didn’t feel like much of a hombre, I merely looked outside, and as we went north I saw the smoke it was a long line, I looked at the man. He pointed at it and stated ‘Meteor!’ I figured it out, it was an alien invasion, but not with the version that Ridley Scott gave us, but the version from H.G. Wells, our defence against the Martians, now used against us, microbic parts that devoured parts of us, most likely the brains. So many ways to get to them brains.

I merely wondered what the next meteor would bring us, especially when we see that 500 meteors strike this world every year. Perhaps my grandfather was right and I have to be ready and get some kind of secure shelter. I can’t wait to tell Papa Smurf what I got up to, I wonder if they bill me for the damage to the Diamond penthouse suite, I could always deny I did it. I better tell the girls. Life is weird at times, I wonder if these two would come and stay with me in Mountain view? Weirder things have happened, I know that to be a fact, the last two days might be regarded as evidence of that. Ah well, better tell Papa Smurf, I have a new idea, he might like it.

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