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Endless Advertising we pay for

September 24, 2014

Every day, on the Radio, on television, on buses and tubes, on the web, at home, in the mail and on your blue ray discs you are being assaulted by endless advertising. You are paying for it handsomely. Most of televisions revenue comes from advertising, certainly with Satellite providers, the bulk of their income is from advertising. Buses and Tubes get paid an absolute fortune to push their advertising to be in your face whether you want it or not.

The internet sadly, is the single largest generator of advertising. To get the adverts to you, you have to pay for the internet connection and the advertising is given priority over the content you actually want to see.

Have you tried YouTube for example, with adverts at the beginning and in the middle of many video short, in some cases the advert is longer than the short you want to see. Funny cats become not so funny when you have to wait while a galling ambulance chaser advert you have no need of sits there playing its toneless moronic advert.

Our email providers electronically read our emails just to see if there is mention of a product they can tailor an advert for. Don’t believe me, try this simple trick. Send an email to a trusted friend and name a product, a telescope, new sofa, a new car your thinking about buying, or a holiday in Florida. Wait just a few hours and then open your browsers, Bingo, adverts tailored to your every whim, only its untrue.

The money is not in the product that may be bought or sold as a result of the advertising, the money is in the advert itself. Your bus seat is more expensive than it needs to be as someone has to pay for the advertising, the free web mail has to be paid for by advertising, the newspapers are supported not by News, but by endless advertising.

You know, if I go into a petrol station, I want to see adverts for cheap screen cleaner and or de-icer in the winter, and maybe those windscreen wipers as well, but I do not want to see them when I check my email before going to work at five thirty on a morning.

Advertising has become the single biggest investment machine in today’s economic world, in fact the IAB ( say the following “Thursday, April 10, 2014 2013 Internet Ad Revenues Soar To $42.8 Billion, Hitting Landmark High & Surpassing Broadcast Television For The First Time—Marks a 17% Rise Over Record-Setting Revenues in 2012”.

Forty Two thousand million dollars, and it does nothing for nurses, supermarket sales, poverty, better roads or railways, nothing at all for the hungry, the uneducated, the poor, nothing whatsoever for the military, better government or better food, nothing at all for, well, you get the idea.

I am getting tired of unwanted advertising that I have to pay for with my internet, my mail and the stuff the postman stuffs in my door each day, tired of the lies and promises for things and stuff I have no need for, no desire for and absolutely no intention of buying, ever.

By Kaela Street. 24Th September 2014

Whitehall set up the Scots to fail.

September 22, 2014

It is going to take guts to plant the Saltire and promise it will always fly free. It will take a remarkable person to deliver the pledge and a remarkable nation to make it happen. And we are in good luck, as we have an abundance of remarkable people in Scotland, and the Nation of Scotland, is truly a remarkable nation.

Picture if you will, two young lassies holding the Saltire while being surrounded by Unionists, defying anyone to take that flag from them, defending it on camera for the world to see. Two young lassies, remarkable. This is the pride the people of Scotland find in themselves, and I don’t just mean those in the #Yes camp, but many of those who voted for the #bettertogether are true and loyal Scots who want nothing more than to see a strong, safe and prosperous Scotland.

So what went wrong, and why on earth were two young girls being surrounded by an angry mob of strong Scotland supporters? let me set aside one fact though, many people who were in the crowds, in the market squares and squaring up with flags draped askew, hold nothing but malice in the minds, and they would not know a Scot from a hole in the ground, many were there for the beer, the chant, and the after match fight.

How did we let the British Government drive a wedge between family members, between clubs and groups of like minded Scots, how did we let them fill so many empty corners with indecision and corruption? We knew they would lie, they would cheat, and we knew they would do their best to pull the wool over our eyes? I think I have an answer, because we thought for one moment they would play fair and that was the reason the movement for independence lost so many last minute votes.

They seized the opportunity to alter the lies and facts in such a way that before anyone could rebuff them, they were seizing the minds of the undecided. They told truths, of sorts, but in such a way that it was plausible. We did not set ourselves up before hand to counter their insipid intervention. Whitehall set up the Scots to fail and they did this in agreeing to specific wording in the referendum. I don’t know what words should have been used, but in hindsight, the actual words used were to create a wedge between political parties, not Scotsmen and women seeking greater autonomy.

The Scots were divided by their political views and as like many, the vast majority of a population do not follow the legalities of fine political argument, we elect clever people to do that for us, it is no wonder so many were undecided, all they knew was it was important to choose the right political view, but which was it. Yet they were all Scots, and they all wanted something better, not a fight against their neighbour, not to lose their pension, or worry if the money will dry out before the week is over.

It was indeed the wrong question, and the question was created in London and the Scots needing something took it, and cheered and waved a flag or two. Yes sadly, I understand we gave the upper hand to London. We fell into the liars trap, and then they cheated on us and reneged on us. Now they use it divide further, making promises that apply only when they win a next election, and I can warn everyone, they will even try to make laws to make it impossible to break away in the future.

Whitehall set up the Scots to fail.

by Kaela Street 21st September 2014

I discovered the Shetlands

September 20, 2014

I discovered the Shetlands were treeless islands for the most part, with narrow unmade roads, with pubs open if someone needed a drink, and a taxi that flew between the islands. I discovered a spirit of togetherness unmatched by almost anywhere else in the UK. People were hard, but friendly, the weather was hard and unforgiving. Most of the Shetlander lives, revolved around the sea, from the fishermen to the inter-island ferry operators, from the postman to the Sheriff.

Milk was expensive and the only shop near to where I lived, seemed to be able to charge anything they wanted for their goods, often selling slightly older goods at a lower price, and making stock we thought they had, not available to us. Eggs were very expensive and petrol was almost rationed. I lived there while Piper Alpha was establishing itself, long before the great north sea tragedy that spewed forth onto the worlds newspapers as fire seemed to consume men and equipment for days.

I could walk the hills in absolute safety, save for the birds protecting the area they nested. The pure pristine beaches were heaven on earth and fishing with a single hook could net a feast or at least a yarn to spin in the pub that night.

The cliffs were home to countless millions of seabirds and the local people seemed to live in the space below upturned boats, mail took three days or more to get to England and the air was so clean you could taste it. The wind blew relentlessly and clean air from the Atlantic ocean bathed and cleansed everything in the Shetlands.

I would love to go back there now I am retired, but I fear for my pension, my lifestyle and the medical services I need from time to time. Had Scotland the money to look after it’s pensioners, the freedom to let them buy the goods they want and have the medical help they need, I seriously would rethink my sojourn in England. I know now, sadly too late, that if the British Government had in fact looked for a way that England and Scotland could have been financial partners, best friends and supporters of a form of Independence that would allow Scotland to grow in the way she needs while England benefitted from every ounce of oil, whisky, tourism, invention, ship building etcetera to the Scots benefit, it would have been utopia on earth and I cannot think of any right minded individual who would not want to be a part of that.

I for one, would pack up my campervan, invest in a few quarts of petrol and a Ferry Ticket to Lerwick and to have a life in the most beautiful place on earth, a lovely place to write, to live and champion all that is right.

Without Let or Hinderence

September 20, 2014

I stayed up as late as I could waiting for the results of the Scottish Referendum to come in. My partner and I glued to the television for hour upon hour, sadly reflecting how the News on the BBC had turned into a regurgitated rotation of video bites and sound snatches. We lamented how all the footage gathered by hundreds of cameramen all day long resulted in about 7 minutes of scenes that seem to be replayed end to end every seven or eight minutes. “Has the BBC an agenda of simplicity?”, we wondered. Has the BBC already made up its mind as to what it will show and how it will show it?

If the BBC is controlling the broadcast output in such a way, it surely is no longer reporting the ‘news’, but rather simply creating what it thinks we need to see. It worries me when an establishment relied upon so heavily by so many people, is not only being manipulated by the government, but by the BBC itself.

Add to this the argument dividing Scotland and the bias of the BBC will actively portray anything the ‘Yes’ campaigners do or say in a more negative light, often one of ridicule, and anything relating to the ‘Better Together’ camp as being perfect, truthful, honest and informative.

For a few days I heavily tweeted obstructions to the ‘Yes’ campaigners, sometimes lampooning them for wanting to break away from something that is strong and good, sometimes jeering their fundamental stupidity, or just tweeting silly statements designed to question their loyalty. I knew I was doing ‘the right thing’ as the UK Prime Minister, David Cameron was asking us all as a nation, to warn the Scots against separating from the UK, for it would plunge us all into darkness and an unstable market that would seemingly collapse overnight.

I wondered why Mr Alex Salmond, the Leader of the Scottish National Party, refused to explain what currency he was going to use in the future as the British Mandarins seemed united on the fact separation would mean exclusion from the British Pound. The Royal Bank of Scotland publically made a huge song and dance about moving the plaque for their head office to London, as though the very bank the Scots were going to need and rely upon had fled south before the border closed, in order to protect the investments it held. The bank we bailed out, it seemed, had been told by the UK Government, to show loyalty to England or face a huge financial destabilisation.

Within hours, I was reading well written and articulated arguments that supported the concept the Royal Bank of Scotland was already Based in London, under one of its other names. The move was nothing more than a scare tactic. A penny started to drop.

Too late, I realised the bumbling stupidity of the nation of greed based in and around Whitehall had been injecting fear into the minds of millions, through Radio, television and the newspapers. They used commerce, retired politicians no one ever trusted, and by twisting the argument instead of reporting the news, the BBC became the primary tool for disinformation used by the British Government.

Alex Salmonds advisors failed to warn him the perilous act of not identifying a currency strength was to be his downfall, and I wonder now how many of those trusted advisors were actually on the payroll of our subversive government.

A whopping 45% of the adults in Scotland wanted change, needed change, but the campaign was ill thought out. It was essentially too simple, “Wave the Scottish Flag and they will follow”. The vast majority of pensioners and a hundred percent of the school-goers would have been far better off, than if they were to stay as part of the UK. National Pride is a powerful weapon, it lifts people, it empowers people, it enables people, and in such a way, National Pride could have driven Scotland through the days, weeks and months of uncertainty while the change-over took place. How many had their passport open, how many read “Her Britannic Majesty’s Secretary of State Requests and requires in the Name of Her Majesty all those whom it may concern to allow the bearer to pass freely without let or hindrance, and to afford the bearer such assistance and protection as may be necessary.”

There was the very instruction to everyone, play nicely, let each other do what each other needs to do, let people do things and go places without barrier. Instead of trying to force Scottish People to be a part of something they did not want to be.

The UK government and people should have been working in a manner to support the people of Scotland, to allow them to have what they needed, and by cementing ties commercially, industrially and competitively with the Scotland based industry, banking, Health Services, Education Services, Transport and rail services, broadcasting services and most importantly, in matters relating to defence.

We should have created a mutually beneficial Commercial Partner, that would retain Scotland as a friend of the United Kingdom, but totally self controlled. We would be their biggest customer and would treat favourably requests for assistance and defence. We could have been the sole buyer of the oil reserves, and would provide all resources for the Scottish Defence Minister, in return for granting us time to relocate our Nuclear Deterrent. Open border crossing and access to NATO and the EU would have continued, not as a fractious arm, but as an approved and supported loyal ally.

We did not do Scotland any good whatsoever, and now I feel gutted for my Scottish friends in a part of the world I have lived in and loved, I feel bad for the way we stood on the world stage and stabbed an emerging nation in the heart, and I now no longer trust anything that Mr Cameron and his sick minded bullies care to share. For my part, I utter the most profound apology to everyone in the #yesScotland campaign for every #indyref tweet I made. I was wrong, I made a huge mistake and I will live to regret it for the rest of my life.

We need to make immigration unatractive

April 27, 2013

Looking back in History, England has been created by successive invaders filling our land with their own countrymen. Our country has a rich history of people influx, you only have to look at our language to see that so many root words come from far and wide.

Our Christianity is a recent thing as the Brits have had other religious leanings over time. Were it not for a few recent kings, and queens, we would not have the religious base we have and the Monarchy that drives it.

Immigration, sometimes wholesale immigration, has been the building blocks of our society as we know it. Why should that change now?  Could it be that this is the first time in thousands of years we have been able to measure the rate of immigration, or the source of immigration and believe we have some kind of control over it?

While we have people who can work, we have the ability to have a thriving economy, so a question is, does that work need to be done by residents of this country, or by immigrants entering the country for the first time?

Employers want to pay the least they can get away with, while demanding longer hours and greater output. Many resident potential employees see it as beneath them to work for long hours, doing hard dirty work, for little or no pay, and while the Government doles out free money for the asking, why should our potential employees go out to work?

But what if those low wages are a fortune to a work hungry immigrant, then we have willing employees and happy employers, we have the basis of a thriving economy.  The sad thing is, our resident workshy potential employees are not benefiting from this exchange.

After a few years, those work hungry immigrants are now stable and have raised their expectations, so when the next round of jobs comes along, they too feel it is beneath them to work for such low wages and give up those jobs to another round of new immigrants who are work hungry.

In my local town of Crewe, I see Polish people who once worked for wages so low many Brits would not have entertained, now they are settled, have their own homes and community, have children and are going to school, and while they won’t work for the low wages offered, sadly let those jobs go to newer immigrants. The Polish people in Crewe people are not bad people, there is no reason to suggest they should not stay, and it would never solve the immigration problem if someone suggested that long term immigrants who have outstayed their welcome should return to their home lands.

Indeed, for many of the Polish people in Crewe, having been born here, find this is their home, this is their language and the place they call home, they rightly need their parents to stay here.

I think to resolve immigration, we have to make it distasteful for unemployed people to want to come to our country. To do that, we need to remove some of the safety barriers. We need to stop giving money to unemployed people. Yes we can pay their rent, supply food stamps and clothing stamps once a month, but the wholesale free ride needs to stop. We need to stop giving away health care and we need to stop sending immigrants to prison.

Our people are resourceful people, second only to the Chinese, and I am confident that should the incentive present itself, Brits can rise to solve any problem they come across. If they needed to make things, dig the ground, or pick fruit, lay roads, build bridges, make aeroplanes or discover inert toxins in a lab, they can do this.

When they need to find a home, they will find a home. When they need work, they will make work, when they need help they will find help.

We need to change the way our government works, reduce the free rides and the free money for the very wealthy. We need to be able  to pay a fair wage for a fair days work, and that means our employers have to understand that minimum pay is not enough. Maybe now is the time to reduce our imports so that our own manufacturing base can thrive.  We need to end this just-in-time economy,  this service-based economy is false and only feeds the very wealthy.

Immigration is not the cause of this weak economy, it is the result of it. 

Stop giving the free health care to immigrants, the free unemployment money and cheap housing to them, replace prison with deportation. It is time to control the Visas we give away, and the passport supply to potential immigrants.

We need to close our borders by making our country unattractive to unemployed visitors.

Our island is, and always have been a sanctuary to those oppressed in other countries, and those people have often turned out to be the very cornerstones of our society, they come with  a need to work and support their families, and we should continue to embrace their arrival, after all, it is they who have made us who we are. But now, we need to turn off the tap of free money and health care, we need to work and become socially strong and destroy the myth of this country of ours being an easy touch.

Give Scotland Independence.

April 23, 2013

Ordinarily, I would vote that we made Great Britain stronger, we should argue for more influence overseas, we should invest in manufacturing as we have the world’s best engineers and tradesmen in the world. I would vote that we strengthen our manufacturing, financial and scientific strengths until we can better dominate the world economy.

Where do you thing the term Great Britain came from, by being the best in the world, being the strongest in the world and by being the home of invention, the sciences and engineering. That is what made Great Britain great.

We fought wars in other countries because we owned those countries, we had all their products and their peoples. We not only protected what was ours, but what was theirs too.  We protected our freedom to  go anywhere in the world for any reason, we could practice our religion anywhere and at any time. We collected taxes from nearly every country in the world, and that made Britain strong beyond comprehension. We painted most of the map pink, most of the globe had ‘(U.K.)’ next to the name of almost every island in the World.

Great Britain, with Wales, Scotland and Ireland gave us a base to be the World Superpower.
Ok, so now things are not so good, but it is ok. As a world Power, we have come back from less, but if Scotland wants now to separate from us, then my vote is to build that wall north of Cumberland once again and seal it up. 

The Scots seem unwilling to want to be a part of the greatest nation this planet has ever known, so my view is simply to let them have their freedom.

We would have to withdraw our military from their lands, and our currency would be no longer available to them. The oil we discovered in the North Sea we will have to pipe to England instead of Scotland, but that’s ok as we own the Shetlands and can use that as an oil base. Scotland will pay nicely for Oil and Gas from us.

The Scots have no National Health, so they will end up paying for every prescription at market rates, sadly, the poor will become very poor, and the unemployed will become destitute and homeless as they do not have our financial wealth to support a beneficial social system. They have little farming, so will be buying their food on the open market, benefitting the Brits as suppliers of grain and meat and milk.

The Scottish armed forces will  be folded, as when the Queen rescinds her allegiance to them, they will have no commander in chief, unless you count a rather boisterous politician as being that. Let us recap,  no Army Air force or Navy, no healthcare, no banking and no oil or gas, their feudal land barons will fight among themselves for territory with what, sheep, fishing and golf?

Scotland will be begging to be let back into the European Union as that membership will cease when they separate from us, but with a nation poorer than Cyprus I fear they have little chance of gaining entry, as it does not take that much to see they would be forever cap in hand looking to the EU to bail them out.

Is it sad that Scotland wants to leave the Union of the Strongest society with the most freedoms, yes it is, but think about it, what do you do with dead wood?

Scaffold Gazebo

April 22, 2013

Scaffold Gazebo.

Scaffold Gazebo

April 22, 2013

My younger sister came up with an interesting and simple idea.  Her problem was that the standard off-the-shelf gazebo from the DIY shops has no strength, is a bit weedy, won’t last five minutes.


With the luxury of a few pieces of scaffold and a few scaffold elbow joints, a quick twist of an Allen key and hey presto, one primitive Gazebo. We drilled a few eye bolts into the wall to stop it from wanting to move around, checked the uprights for verticallity and were done.

It all looks a bit primitive in its unadorned state, but once my sister has festooned it with shiny things, windmills and plants in bottles, it will look rather splendid I am sure.

Anything but Wireless

April 15, 2013
Sometime I feel a need to explore something or another. I am not sure if I am trying to relive events in my past, or just try things out for fun. A long time ago I was a communications technician in the Royal Air Force and though my life was filled with, well, life I suppose, I never got around to exploring Amateur Radio.
 I knew of HAMs, and completely understood the technology and equipment they used, the way the ionosphere worked to enable them to get great distances with their Morse code, the mechanics of their equipment, transmitters and receivers, but never found the need to actually get the license and try it.
Now I am retired, I have a reasonable computer system and a spare room. Here in this room I play my days away, tinkering, writing, messing about with wires, servo’s, camera parts,  thing-a-ma-jigs and doo-hickies. I discovered that I can explore the radio spectrum using a long wire to a nearby tree, a radio receiver dongle that plugs into a USB socket on my PC and some free software known as HDSDR.
A ‘HAM’ would have a high quality Receiver, a well balanced antenna system, excellent recording equipment, and a relationship with lots of other HAMs with whom they would communicate as and when the heavens, time and weather allowed them.
I have not taken the exam, therefore have no call-sign as they are allocated post exam, so I am not a part of the club. Yes, I hear Morse code, and decode it to read that SP4DNX had a strong signal at 11:04Hrs, but I cannot share that with him as I am unable to transmit, or even get his  details from the net to let him know I heard his contact.
I hear RTTY (Radioteletype (RTTY) is a telecommunications system consisting originally of two or more electromechanical teleprinters in different…) as well, and decoding that I hear people as far away as Italy, Moscow, Scandinavia are broadcasting in the hopes of learning how far their signals carry, but I hear them and cannot let them know.
I am starting to find other things on the radio waves too, things the ordinary listener maybe never hears and that for me is intriguing. I hope to share some of those things here soon.

On-Line Games and Bad People

April 3, 2013

So I retired from work, that is, retired from sitting at a desk all day staring at computer screens and started to find myself at home, sitting at the computer all day, playing games such as World of Warcraft, Eve-online and others. I got hooked, and found myself playing from first thing till bedtime.
With time on my hands, I was able to invest 10 hours, 14 hours and sometimes 16 hours a day fighting bad guys, planting turnips and pvp’ing my way to oblivion. It’s a strange thought, but I had to tell myself that most of the players were way younger than my sixty odd years.

Many of the other players I interacted with were quite possibly, from the way they used grammar, diction and communicative skills, five years shy of their fifteenth birthday. For  some, the image of a sixty year old player was too much to comprehend and they demonstrated this with vile communications, un-civil manners and stupidity that would earn then them more than a slap if their parents were watching.

I have been a communications technician since I joined the Royal Air Force in 1967, I have built and owned computers since they first became available, and one, a kit called the UK101, had a whopping 1k of memory, one thousand  and twenty four bits, smaller than many cookies in this day and age. Yet other players assumed I was stupid, uneducated, prepubescent and or worse, a target for their own filth and venomous attacks.

I have learned playing on-line games requires a considerably thick skin, the ability to effectively remove yourself socially and the need to ignore anything that interacts with you that you find distasteful. If I had children, I would unplug them and send them outside to play, in the fresh air, with physical, not pixel, toys.
The very best aid to surviving on-line games, is the ability to switch off the ‘game’ and do something else, anything at all, but to tear yourself away from doing whatever it is you are doing at the time.

Some of the things I do, is write blogs, grab the camera and shoot at something, work on the engineering tasks I have in the shed, grab the piano keyboard and wind up the headphone volume, write my php for my text tasks, grab the iPad and sit somewhere nice and chill watching youtube rubbish, even grab the flight simulator and fly my aeroplane across the Rockies to San Luis Obispo.

It does not matter what I do, as long as I severe that connection with rude, childish and ignorant people I found on the web playing games.

The more I stop playing World of Warcraft, Eve-online, Aion, Star Wars et al, the better I feel in myself and the more I enjoy my days.

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