climate – Nick Grant

Nick Grant

Tag: climate

  • Milestones

    This is a story about arbitrary goals…

    Dashcam

    Why was I so bothered about capturing the exact moment that my car completed 100,000 miles? Why would I take the risk of videoing this non-event, while driving at 70mph on the UK’s busiest motorway, while heavy downpours made driving conditions particularly treacherous? I guess the motivation must stem from the same place that has motivated me to write more than a million words on this website. I guess I’ve become obsessed with arbitrary achievements.

    How do we measure success?

    A colleague of mine regularly pleads poverty and accuses me of living a life of “fabulous wealth and luxury” because I’m childless, to which I retort that wealth can be measured in many different ways. Am I not poor for lacking the adoration of the children I’ve spawned? Is my life not lacking the riches of the filial affection, obedience and eagerness to please, which parents enjoy in abundance? Could there be anything more valuable than the pleasure of hugging and kissing your children?

    I’ve decided to start writing again.

    I’ve decided to start writing every day again.

    Why the hell would I do that?

    How does it profit me, to write every day? Where is the payback? What is the benefit?

    Almost every single person has wrestled with the question: what is the meaning of life? What is our purpose? What set of values should I live my life in accordance with? What should I attempt to achieve, during my short mortal existence?

    Examination of human behaviour overwhelmingly demonstrates the ubiquitous answer to that most difficult question: Why are we here? It seems to be that most humans want to spawn as many offspring as possible, and they pay little regard to the consequences to society, global humanity’s quality of life or indeed the ethics of making a conscious ‘free-will’ choice to create another mortal creature with the capacity to perceive its own mortality, inheriting an overcrowded planet on collision course with unimaginably awful catastrophe.

    Yesterday I attended the funeral of a close friend who chose to end his own life. It’s my intention to write less on the specific subject of his suicide, but it’s worth noting that he struggled with the absurdity of existence and the psychological challenges of living in an age of scientific enlightenment and atheism, where our purpose in life seems largely driven by feelings of inadequacy and insecurity, created by late capitalism in order to turn us all into wage-slave consumers – part of the apparatus which will eventually destroy global civilisation, instead of delivering the much-vaunted “age of leisure” that we were promised.

    Why do we want a bigger house, a newer car and children who will soon learn that their parents will die, and who will also die in pain and suffering? Why do we want more digits in our pay packet and bank balance? Why do we want to accumulate more and more pieces of paper with numbers written on them, supposedly designating some kind of ‘score’ to demonstrate that we’re ‘winning’ at the game of life?

    My own reaction to the absurdity of modern life has been to invest a significant proportion of my intellectual capacity and precious time, in order to create a website which captures my stream of consciousness in all its ugly gory detail. This website could be characterised as the ultimate folly: Serving no clear purpose, while consuming valuable resources. Perhaps I should be spending my time changing nappies and driving my precious little darlings to school in my gas-guzzling 4×4 truck, except that we understand that would also be a fool’s errand, because at some point those children will inherit all the existential angst and will have to confront not only their own mortality, but also watch me – their beloved father – getting old, frail and dying in pain and suffering.

    Don’t have kids. Kill yourself.

    You can do what you want. I advise you not to follow my advice. However, if you’re truly a person of any intellect, possessing a moral compass and the ability to make rational decisions based upon overwhelming evidence, ask yourself if you’re just a helpless blob of chemical compounds, being manipulated by your genes towards procreation, like every living creature that ever existed for hundreds of millions of years. Do you want to be an amoeba? Certainly, I see no difference between an amoeba and the 100+ billion humans who have lived and died since homo erectus sprung into existence 1.8 million years ago.

    If you really believe that you’re justified in having the sapiens as part of homo sapiens name of the species to which you belong, then you’d better start demonstrating some damn wisdom beyond that of the humble amoeba.

    My current life plan is to work and write until I have sufficiently proven that I’m a competent, capable, productive, valuable member of society, and that I can not be easily dismissed as a flawed individual or a fool. Then, having achieved that, I can kill myself, leaving behind a substantial body of written work for anybody who cares to know why I would choose to use contraception for my whole life, and why I would choose to end my life in a pre-planned manner, concluding this absurd existence with some dignity.

    So, I must write and I must work. It’s time to get busy again and resume my writing routine.

    I’m not sure what the next milestone is. I feel like 1.5 million words is a good objective, given that it would be approximately twice the amount of words than are contained in the Bible, which amuses me.

     

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  • Insignificant Speck

    This is a story about sonder…

    Supermoon

    Is it useful to have a realistic appreciation of your own insignificance? Is it useful to correctly perceive that you’re not significantly different from any of the 7.6 billion other people on the planet, or the 108 billion humans who lived and died since homo sapiens first appeared as a new species? Is it useful to be conscious of your cosmological insignificance, where the entire human race will be obliterated so completely that it will be as if we never existed? Is it useful to understand the fundmental laws of physics well enough to know that there isn’t going to be a technological breakthrough which might allow us to travel to another star when our sun dies? Is it good to know that in the long run, nothing matters, because we live in a godless universe with no afterlife, and we are destined to be forgotten?

    Just as we might become aware that every other person has a rich and complex life of their own, we can equally become aware of humanity’s wider insignificance.

    Warp drives, wormholes, time travel, cryogenics and hypersleep are all lovely sci-fi fantasies, but we can’t even solve the basics, such as the fair distribution of wealth so that we can all have clean drinking water and enough to eat. There isn’t going to be a colony on Mars. We’re as likely to kill ourselves in nuclear armageddon as we are to die because of runaway man-made climate change. Yes, we’ve made great strides in science and technology in recent years. All those advancements are being used for killing each other in increasingly nasty ways.

    The population growth trends are easy to extrapolate, along with predictions about our ability to use the available land to produce food, leading to the unavoidably obvious conclusion that we’re going to have mass-starvation of billions of people, in barely a couple of decades. If you like to trot out the tired old lines about what a monster Stalin was, you ain’t seen nothing until you’ve seen what capitalism can do to billions. It’s already easy to see what industrial capitalist society has done to the environment, causing all manner of extreme weather events and natural disasters, which are anything but natural, because things are exacerbated by man-made climate change.

    It’s easy for me to write about the need to show some restraint and forego some luxuries, because I’ve been lucky enough to have enjoyed those luxuries for quite a long time. What about all those people who haven’t yet had a taste of Western imperialist decadence? Isn’t it unfair that those who’ve only ever known poverty and deprivation will never get to live a decadent lifestyle?

    Many in the guardian class would prefer it if you just damn well knew your place, and stopped trying to improve your standard of living. How else are the guardian class going to snobbily believe they’re a cut above the rest of the society, if every man and his dog is able to have a nice lifestyle? Get back in your place, you proletariat scum.

    Thus, we arrive at the new class warfare. We ALL think that we should be at the front of the queue, and we ALL know how to get there, thanks to the internet.

    The internet is a humbling place. Where else can you face such an enormous deluge of individual people who all think they’re special, unique and different? Everybody’s going what they think is an important opinion to share; that they have a voice that needs to be heard. Everybody thinks they’re good looking, talented, intelligent. Everybody thinks they’re capable of original thoughts and ideas; that they’re creative.

    It’s hard to maintain your own sanity when you see all those social media accounts controlled by all those individuals, who’ve carefully chosen their name, bio, profile picture, and then carefully creates and curates their own content, according to their personality and the image they wish to project. It’s hard to be a homo sapiens with the same hardware that evolved 350,000 years ago, when the population was 99.999% smaller and we didn’t have any technology except fire and pointy sticks. Our brains really aren’t built to cope with constant reminders that we’re an insignificant speck.

    We might hope to build up our social media following – our celebrity status – and begin to broadcast ourselves to big audiences, hoping to make ourselves feel somewhat less insignificant, but it’s delusional. A judge and jury might convict a person of a serious crime, locking them up for life, but all 14 of those people will die at more-or-less the same time, be cremated or buried. In 4 or 5 generations, those 14 people will be completely forgotten – the criminal will be indistinguishable from those who sat in judgement. For a psychiatrist to diagnose a patient as having delusions of grandeur, is also a delusion of grandeur – both are suffering from the delusion that they have any importance at all, when clearly they are both equally insignificant.

    Significance is an invention of the human mind, as a coping mechanism for the increasingly inescapable realisation that nobody matters, nothing matters, we’re all dead in the long-run and every piece of evidence that we ever existed is destined to be obliterated some completely, that even alien archeologists with futuristic gadgetry, would never know anything about our entire race; our whole history.

    It’s pure vanity to think that you’re important; that you’ll be remembered.

     

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  • Get Your Calculator Out

    This is a story about suffocation…

    3D Printing

    I was just watching a documentary about the burning oil wells in Kuwait, and I wondered how many barrels of oil we get through in any given day. Turns out it’s about 95 million.

    Here’s where the maths part happens.

    So, we’re burning our way through 95,000,000 barrels of crude oil, every single day. But how much crude oil is there in a barrel?

    In the USA, there are 42 US gallons in a barrel of oil. Given that most figures are stated in US measures, this will do as an equivalent figure for our maths, even though the actual volume of oil in a physical barrel can vary by country.

    So, how much petrol or diesel is produced from a barrel of crude oil? Well, refineries generally produce 12 gallons of diesel and 19 gallons of petrol, as they ‘crack’ the crude oil. That is to say, the refinery does a fractional distillation of the crude oil, and different products will ‘boil’ off at different temperatures. 31 out of 42 gallons in one barrel of crude oil will go to produce petrol and diesel.

    95 million barrels of crude oil multiplied by 12 gallons, produces 1,140,000,000 gallons of diesel.

    95 million barrels of crude oil multiplied by 19 gallons, produces 1,805,000,000 gallons of petrol.

    How much carbon dioxide – CO2 – is released when you burn a gallon of petrol or diesel? Well, for petrol that’s 19.24 pounds, and for diesel that’s 19.91 pounds. Therefore, petrol is clearly the more polluting fossil fuel, because even though it releases slightly less CO2 more of it can be produced from the crude oil.

    So, the amount of CO2 being belched out each day by petrol cars and motorbikes is 34,728,200,000 pounds. Let’s convert that to kilograms, because I actually prefer metric. That’s 15,752,446,543 kilograms of CO2 being emitted by petrol alone, on one day.

    The amount of CO2 coming out of the exhaust pipes of diesel trucks, taxis, busses, trains, boats and everything else that runs on diesel, such as industrial plant, comes to 22,697,400,000 pounds. Again, let’s convert that to kilograms. That’s 10,295,367,459 kilograms of CO2 from diesel engines, on any given day.

    Right, now let’s add those two figures together.

    26,047,814,002 kilograms of CO2 being chucked out into the atmosphere by internal combustion engines, every single day.

    Obviously, we don’t just use our cars and trucks on one day. Let’s have a look at what happens when we do this for a whole year: 365 days.

    9,507,452,110,730 kilograms of CO2 is being produced per year. Ouch! That’s 9.5 billion metric tons.

    For comparison, The Empire State Building weighs just 331,000 tonnes. The Hoover Dam weighs 6 million tonnes. Therefore the CO2 emitted in a single year weighs 1,583 times more than The Hoover Dam. Damn!

    But what about a really heavy thing. How much does the entire atmosphere weigh? How much does all the air that we breathe weigh? Estimates are in the region of 5 quadrillion tonnes. About 21% of the atmosphere is the oxygen we need so that we don’t suffocate. So, there’s about a quadrillion tonnes of oxygen trapped by gravity around our planet. However, only 0.039% of the atmosphere is CO2 which equates to 195 trillion tonnes.

    Using these numbers, you can see that petrol and diesel are increasing the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere by a small percentage each year. However, it’s much, much worse than that.

    I’ve just been talking about just the petrol and the diesel. There’s also the CO2 from all the coal, natural gas, propane, kerosene, paraffin and every other fossil fuel that gets burnt, that emits carbon dioxide. The amount of CO2 being released each year is more than 40 billion tonnes.

    There’s a measure of CO2 in the atmosphere called PPM – parts per million. Prior to the year 1750, which is considered the ‘pre-industrial’ baseline, the PPM count of CO2 in the atmosphere never exceeded 300 ppm. In about 100 years, we’ve taken it to over 400 ppm: a rise of well over 30%. Might not sound like much, but look at what’s happened to global temperatures.

    Temp chart

    I mean, just look at your goddam thermometer. Whether you’re a climate skeptic or not, you’re able to read the mercury, right? You can tell when it’s a hot summer, even if you’re not one of these ‘corrupt’ scientists, right?

    We’ve just had 15 consecutive months of record-breaking temperatures. This isn’t just an exceptional year, because this has been going on for years, decades… more than a century even!

    “Oh well it can’t be the cars then”

    Wrong. Before the internal combustion engine – which was invented in 1876 – we used to have coal fired trains, coal fired steam engines and steamships, coal to heat our homes, coal to drive our steel industry and the industrialisation of the world.

    You can’t on one hand say that the scientists are making it up and climate change is a big hoax, and on the other say that everything’s going to be OK because the scientists will come up with a way to save us. You can’t enjoy the benefits of automotive transportation, global shipping and air travel, and with the same breath say that those scientists and engineers who gave you those things are a bunch of crooks who are cooking up a breathtakingly well orchestrated global conspiracy.

    If you don’t believe in climate change, presumably you don’t believe that man can fly either, so go and live in a fucking cave and reject everything else that science has given you.

    You are quite literally a public enemy if you perpetuate myths that man-made climate change isn’t real. I can’t believe the USA is potentially going to elect a climate change denier to be the leader of the free world. Donald Trump is actually doing work to protect one of his golf courses from rising sea levels. What reason was given for this? Climate change. The man is a lying lunatic who will take the human race to its grave.

    The risk to low-lying countries, islands and coastal towns and cities is dire. If the West Antarctic Ice Sheet breaks up and melts, sea levels will rise by over 3 metres. That means I’ll have to use a canoe to get to work here in London. The water will be lapping at my front door. Worse still, if you live in Bangladesh or Holland, you’ll be dead.

    Obviously, it’s not like it’s going to be a sudden tidal wave that will come and drown people, but billions will be displaced. It will be a human catastrophe on an unimaginable scale. Even if it was only a 1% chance of happening, you’d still do something about it, wouldn’t you? What would you do if your carbon monoxide detector went off? Ignore it, because it might be a false alarm?

    The sea rise is just one component. The other is the inhospitable temperatures for countries in the Middle East. Alright so you might not like those “sand n****rs” and “towelheads” very much. You might believe that all Muslims are terrorists. However, these are people who are going to become climate refugees. Whether you like it or not, they’re going to be displaced from their homelands, which have been made uninhabitable by reckless energy consumption in the West.

    You can’t even live on a boat anymore: the sea is littered with shipping containers that are like icebergs you can’t even see before you hit them, because they float just below the surface. The sea is a brutal place, and weather is going to get more and more extreme as the planet gets hotter. Only the very best sailors are able to survive for months offshore, and everybody needs to put into port to make repairs and re-stock supplies. In the event of the East Antarctic Ice Sheet melting, sea levels would rise by 60 metres, which would mean that the maps of the planet would need to be torn up. Every coast would be dramatically changed, and whole countries would disappear under the ocean waves.

    This sounds like an unlikely doomsday scenario, but actually things can accelerate in ways that you haven’t even considered. A warmer planet means warmer water. Warmer water actually takes more volume than colder water – thermal expansion – and of course warmer water can accelerate the effects of the melting of the ice caps. Additionally, with less ice on earth, less of the sun’s energy is being reflected back into space, making the planet even hotter. Hot air can hold more moisture than colder air, so we will see more and more flooding and torrential rain, as much as we’ll also have to contend with rising sea levels, and the expansion of inhospitably hot parts of the globe.

    A sustained wet-bulb globe temperature (WBGT) exceeding 35 degrees Celsius is going to be fatal, because your body can no longer cool itself through the evaporation of your sweat. You’ll die of hyperthermia. Heat and humidity will be too much for the body of even fit, healthy adults to survive. This scenario had been imagined as something far off and unlikely, but because of the component that humidity plays, we are likely to see the Persian Gulf become uninhabitable in our lifetimes. Ironically, the Arab nations that pumped a lot of the oil have sowed the seeds of their own destruction.

    Of course, with hotter temperatures, higher humidity is to be expected because a hotter atmosphere can hold more moisture. Again, even conservative estimates seem to show that for many parts of the planet, they will quite literally be turned into a deadly sauna.

    Even if we slashed our emissions to zero, it seems likely that there’s a certain amount of momentum, that means things are going to get a lot worse before they might improve. Even if we mothballed every gas-guzzling vehicle overnight, that atmospheric CO2 is still there, as well as the temperature gains that have been made during the modern era. It’s not like the planet is just going to cool down because we’re not emitting CO2 any more. The greenhouse gasses are still there, creating their greenhouse-like effect. Until we actually scrub the atmosphere, the effects can’t possibly be reversed.

    The fact that Donald Trump is even in the running, suggests that we have a problem right from the very top. Why are we going to change our ways, when even the man at the top is perpetuating the lie that climate change is a hoax? If he gets elected, I’d better get saving up my money for my spacesuit and a ride on a rocket, like all the smart billionaires are doing.

    I sense there is a policy of “don’t scare the horses”. Politicians don’t want a panic on their hands. There is already a refugee crisis. There is already war and conflict because climate change has caused crops to fail. There are already heat waves, flooding, hurricanes and other natural disasters that have been more numerous and worse than anything seen before in history, because of climate change. Look how woefully the Americans protected their own people during Hurricane Katrina. The wealthy elites just don’t care about the lives of ordinary people.

    It’s tough, because until somebody at the top mandates that we all have to make drastic lifestyle changes, who’s going to be the first to do it? Why should I give up my car, if you’re not going to give up yours? Multiply that attitude by 7.4 billion people, and you can see where the problem is.

    You’ve probably got this whacky idea that you’re going to be OK. You’ve probably got this sick fantasy of all those pesky Africans being wiped out, which is what needed to happen anyway because they were having too many babies. There isn’t going to be some Malthusian catastrophe that will return everything to its rightful state. If immigration is your number one concern today – “Britain is full” and “send them home” – then you’re woefully ill-prepared for the billions of people who are going to be displaced by this inevitable climate catastrophe. Families aren’t just going to stick around to drown and die of heat exhaustion. A certain amount will die, but there will be unimaginable numbers of people coming to Europe and America because their own countries have been destroyed by heat and flood.

    Of course, I’m still youngish, healthy and single. My parents treated me like a piece of shit, so they can rot in hell for all I care. I can easily up sticks and head for the hills. I haven’t got to worry about any offspring that I unwisely fathered. I can move fast & light. I guess we’re still 15 or 20 years away from armageddon, but I’m likely to still be healthy.

    Anyway, screw saving for your pension. As is often said, if you think wealth is more important than the climate, try holding your breath while you count your money.

     

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  • Stuck in a Rut

    This is a story about escape velocity…

    Shoreham Kitesurfing

    A happy healthy life is a fairly simple prescription. It’s not hard to look for slightly happier people and imitate their magic formula.

    In essence, what I have distilled things down to is this:

    • Home – so you can be warm and dry and your stuff isn’t stolen
    • Job – so you can pay your rent/mortgage, bills and buy food & clothes (yes, clothes wear out)
    • Family – not blood relatives, but anybody who loves and cares about you
    • Friends – social media doesn’t count; you have to see friends face to face
    • Disposible income – get deeper and deeper into debt and you’ll lose your home
    • Goal or passion – this can be work, this can be your kids, this can be a hobby; you need something.
    • Girlfriend/boyfriend – everybody’s gotta get laid, and it’s important to have intimacy and companionship

    At the moment I have 3 out of 7. Assuming that you need 50% or more to be OK, it’s no wonder that I’m depressed as hell and have a lot of suicidal thoughts.

    Yes, I have friends who I see less than once a week, so I do have friends. Yes, my sister and I do occasionally exchange text messages, even though we haven’t seen each other for the best part of a year. Yes, my goal has been to get myself into a position of financial security, and I’ve been making great progress, but it’s not really my goal… it’s just a necessity because of needing to not be homeless and destitute.

    So, all I really have is a home, a job, and I’m making more money than I’m spending, which is digging me out of debt.

    I love my friends dearly, and it does help that people are in contact via social media, email, text message. I have the offer of speaking to a few friends on the telephone, which I’m grateful for. I also make the effort to travel as much as I feel able to, in order to see people face to face, and I’m glad when I do it, even though it’s expensive, exhausting and time consuming to zoom all over the country, if not the world.

    I just don’t have a group of buddies you know? People to go to the pub with. People to go out for a meal with. People to play frisbee with in the park. I’m lacking a social group.

    I’m also lacking that significant other. Somebody to just hang out with. Have sex with. Make food with. Watch movies with. Play games with. Go sightseeing with.

    I’ve stitched together a patchwork quilt of whatever I can get, in order to just about cling to life with my fingernails, but it’s inadequate. That’s not to say I’m not ungrateful for those occasional invites to hang out and do stuff. It’s just not enough. I thrive on face to face social contact, and I’m not getting enough.

    To further compound problems, the team I’ve been managing at work are all in the Far East, so I don’t even get proper face-to-face social contact at work. I sit at my desk, lonely and bored. I’ve helped to create a great culture in my team, but I don’t really benefit from it, because they are quite literally 6,666 miles away (I just looked that up – I love that fact!).

    In desperation, I made compromises that are just not acceptable, sustainable. I took a job that pays well and is very easy, but doesn’t provide anything other than the money that I need. I made other choices because of the desperate need for something rather than nothing. There’s an opportunity cost. If I’m in a job that I hate and drains my energy, then I don’t have the time and the motivation to get something better.

    In a way, it’s good that a couple of things are coming to an end, because it’s prompting me to go after the things I want rather than the things that I took through desperation. Of course, I’m grateful to have the money, and the support that I’ve received, but you make different choices when you’re in deep shit.

    So, on Thursday 22nd September, 2016, I will have completed a year of blogging, 6 months ‘clean’ and my 6 month employment contract will be over.

    On Thursday 22nd September, 2016, I will have 1 out of 7 of the things that I need, with the threat that I will quickly lose even that one single thing.

    Without a job, I’ll have more expenditure than income. I need to pay rent, bills, service debts. I need to replace worn out clothes and things that break. I need to buy food and toiletries. Life is not sustainable in Western society without income.

    I don’t have savings, but I do have creditworthiness. Yet again, I will have to borrow money in order to keep my head above water. I have no financial safety net. What I have instead are commercial lenders who are prepared to extract their pound of flesh so that I can avoid homelessness and destitution.

    If you think I could have saved more money than I have done these past months, you are mistaken. Without a short holiday, I would never have lasted the extra months. Without alcohol, I would never have coped with the stress and anxiety. I could have penny pinched on my accommodation, but can you imagine how awful it is living in a hostel when you’re working full time? I worked, slept and ate. How far has it got me? Well. Probably about 50% of the way towards financial security.

    I need to take a break, because my nerves are frazzled and I’m exhausted.

    I doubt any contract could be as bad as the job I’m about to finish on Wednesday. For my next contract, I’m going to look for something where I’ll be working with a team in London. I need a much more interesting workload. Being bored to death is no way to die.

    With money comes the opportunity to travel, socialise, make the investment in a new hobby. With a more tolerable day job comes energy and enthusiasm for each day. With a more liveable life comes the freedom from drink, drugs and medication, in order to simply get through the day.

    It’s a fucking nutty strategy, to go for the big win. What you just don’t understand is just how close to irreparably broken my life is. You just don’t understand what it’s like to not have so many of the elements that prop up your life. Look again at the bullet pointed list above, and score yourself. How many of the things you need do you have?

    Look back at the last 4 weeks of your life and ask yourself this:

    • How many nights were you homeless? – zero, I presume
    • How many days did you work? – I’m guessing somewhere around 12, on average
    • How many times were you in contact with your family? – I’m guessing at least 4
    • How many days did you see friends face to face? – I’m guessing at least 8
    • Did you make more money than you spent? – I’m guessing at least breakeven
    • How many times did you do something ‘fun’? – I’m guessing at least 4
    • How many times did you have sex or snuggles? – I’m guessing at least 8

    Those would seem like adequate answers to me. If you’re hitting those numbers, your life is probably just about OK. Less than that in one area, maybe you can make up for it in another. For example, you might have been out of work and losing money, but at least you were surrounded by your loving family a lot more of the time, because maybe you were staying at home looking after the kids.

    I’m certainly not saying it’s easy being a stay at home mom or a househusband, but suicidal depression can come about through death by a thousand cuts. All the little things that are wrong in your life add up to an unbearably horrible situation.

    In some ways I’m relishing next Thursday, because I can sleep and recharge my batteries. With spare time that’s completely free from artificial structure, such as having to be in a certain office at certain times of the day, then I can start to relax and decide what I want to do next.

    The obvious thing to do is to get another lucrative contract, and work for at least another 4 months, so that I can get a cushion of savings to support me in pursuing a passion. Without being able to underwrite my own risk, I have zero faith in my family or government to support me if I fall on hard times. I have a friend who’s offered me some financial support, but I think it’s unethical to accept it because then I’m borrowing from their safety net.

    In this individualistic society, nobody parachuted in to rescue me when I was homeless, destitute. Nobody came to rescue me. Nobody came to my aid. Help was not forthcoming. Even when I had letters from my doctor, my psychiatrist, my social worker… all begging for the government to support me as a vulnerable person with mental health problems, the people I dealt with were unhelpful, obstructive and ultimately just wasted my time and effort even asking for the support that I was entitled to, because of their legal and moral obligations. Those public servants’ salaries are paid for with my goddamn taxes. I’ve paid a lot in, and when I needed it, I could get nothing out.  It’s down to me to support myself. I might as well be living in some developing world country, where at least the cost of surviving is lower.

    People who warn me to stay within easy reach of the National Health Service for mental health reasons, are just naïve. I’ve been round and round the system many times since becoming clinically depressed in 2008. The system is bullshit. There is no safety net if you’re a single man.

    And so, I must play russian roulette with my life in order to support myself. The upside is OK: I might become wealthy and comfortable again, in a relatively short timescale of just a few years. The downside is horrible though. Can you imagine how much time I’ve spent thinking about how I’m going to kill myself? Can you imagine what it’s like to spend a significant proportion of your waking hours feeling so awful that you pretty much want to die?

    I swear if one more person tells me to go to my doctor and get some magic beans I’m going to scream. STOP MEDICALISING NON-MEDICAL PROBLEMS. The problem is clearly outlined above. I don’t have broken brain chemistry. My brain has correctly identified the problems in my life. There are no short cuts. There’s no way to cheat the sytem.

    Of course, there is a short cut.

    Drugs will tell your brain you feel loved. Drugs will make you feel relaxed. Drugs will make you feel happy. Drugs will make you feel contented. Drugs will tell you that you don’t need friends. Drugs will tell you that you don’t even need to eat or drink. Drugs will tell you that everything is fine.

    Everything is not fine, so I don’t want drugs – and by that I mean medication too – to tell me that things are fine. Things are not fine. I almost need these awful feelings to prompt me to get a better job, find some new friends, get a girlfriend, get a hobby. It’s just that financial circumstances have constrained me more than you can possibly imagine.

    Imagine if I’d declared bankruptcy at the start of the year. That would have been a stupendously dumb decision, in hindsight, wouldn’t it? I’m presently not bankrupt. Presently, I have enough money to clear my credit cards, my overdraft.

    Of course, my position can’t last. You have to run just to stand still. I’m losing my job, and that means I will quickly go into debt again.

    “Get another job then”

    Guess what, Einstein… that’s what I’m going to do. Even though I’m suicidally depressed, overcome with anxiety, I’m going to go and get another motherfucking job you c**t. Even though I’m technically entitled to disability benefits and a council house because my mental health is so debilitating, I am able to do these crazy raiding missions to go and gather nuts before my brain explodes and it all comes crashing down again. I’m locked into this boom & bust cycle. No wonder my bipolar disorder is so exacerbated.

    And so, round and round I go. Up & down. Boom & bust. Highs & lows. It’s not a medical problem. Its the motherfucking dance I’m forced to do by this farcical society. This is what you get when you don’t support people. This is what you get when you isolate people. This is what you get when you only look out for number one.

    “The pills will help you stabilise”

    No, they won’t. Have you looked at the long term studies? Have you studied the data, the clinical outcomes? Have you done the research? No. Of course you haven’t. You just have this bullshit belief in the power of medical science. If I had an infection, I’d go to my doctor for antibiotics to treat it. I don’t have a fucking infection. I have an allergy to shitty unbearable unliveable life.

    I’ve tried all the meds under the sun. I know what life on medication is like. I’ve had tons of doctors and psychiatrists. I’ve tried tons of therapies. It’s all a crock of shit. The fundamental problem is the fucking shitty world. Look around you; do you like what you see?

    I’m not going to change the world begging on the street with a cardboard sign. I’m not going to change the world by impoverishing myself. I’m not going to change the world by trying the same things that people have tried for hundreds of years, without success. Only an idiot tries the same things expecting different results.

    So, I’m on this crazy journey. I’m hoping that by next Wednesday I might have managed to write 365 blog posts, and probably around 450,000 words. That might not make a difference to you, but it’s surely making a difference to me. It’s probably making a difference to somebody, somewhere. I have visitors from around the world, reading what I write. Even if it’s absolute garbage, it’s better than just being a helpless spectator. Even if you think I’m an irrelevant bleeding heart lefty liberal who doesn’t amount to a hill of beans, at least I’m composing my thoughts. At least I have a belief system. At least I have values and things that I passionately believe in.

    It’s very hard for me to come up with a reason why I’m struggling along at the moment. Why am I putting myself through this awful shit? Why don’t I just kill myself, and then the pain will be over? Why don’t I just give up, and relapse back into drug addiction?

    Actually the second one is fairly easy to answer: somebody who dies of drug addiction is easy to discredit as a ‘dirty’ junkie. Somebody who’s ‘clean’ and has just completed an important project for a major corporation, in a valuable role, and has set their financial affairs in good order, is a rather more inconvenient and difficult problem to find a soundbite to toss them into the gutter.

    I want to be a thorn in the side of every selfish c**t out there who wishes their fellow humans dead. I want to shame people into action, from their comfortable existence where they don’t even lose sleep over every homeless, hungry struggling person in pain and suffering out there.

    Where the fuck are people when those around them are in distress? Who the fuck do you think is going to sort problems out, if it’s not you?

    Even though I could have put my tax money to far better use supporting myself, rather than paying the salaries of people who tell me they’re not going to help me, I’m still glad to give away a substantial proportion of my income. However, I’m not buying a clean conscience. It’s not like I pay my taxes so I can watch my friends become homeless and mentally ill, and assume that the council and some doctors are going to wave their magic wands and make it all better.

    What the fuck happened to the empathy? I think I would offer to let somebody sleep on my couch, lend somebody money or go and visit somebody in distress, before I even experienced horrible things first hand myself. I had quite a comfortable existence up to the age of 32 or thereabouts, but I didn’t think it was big OR clever to sit on my fucking arse not doing anything when people were suffering.

    Those who have been kindest are those who have suffered the most, which makes me detest the comfortably off for their lack of empathy, their lack of humanity.

    If humanity is destined for a situation where we let even our own family members and friends flail and drown, then I’m pleased that climate change is going to wipe you miserable c**ts out of existence. You don’t deserve to survive, if your “I’m alright Jack” attitude is the prevailing one. I hope you and your kids and grandkids die slowly and painfully if you spawned more mouths to feed with not a single concern for anybody else.

    Believe me, I do observe how happy and fulfilled my friends who are parents are, even if they complain how hard it is being a parent. Did you forget that we live in the age of birth control and abortion? You chose to have kids, and no matter what you say, you do get immeasurable benefit from having them. You have happiness and security, knowing you procreated. You have a flood of oxytocin when your cute kids throw their arms gleefully around you.

    Believe me, I do observe how happy my friends are to own a dog, even if they complain about having to pick up the poop and hoover up the hair and other mess. You chose to have another carnivore on the planet, eating meat that meant that food for livestock was grown, rather than having more food for those who are starving, and depriving the planet of those extra trees that remove carbon dioxide from the atmosphere. Having a pet dog is selfish as fuck, but I do see how nice it is to have your dog playfully jumping with joy to see you, and throwing sticks in the park for them to fetch.

    I can see that there are choices that benefit me as an individual hugely, but I choose not to take them, because I’m responsible for more than just myself. I don’t believe that collective responsibility is something that naturally follows from individual responsibility. In fact, I see that the two things are naturally opposing.

    Can’t you see the fucking trends? Of course you do, but you just don’t want to believe it.

    You don’t want to give up eating meat. You don’t want to adopt instead of having your own biological children. You don’t want to stop driving your precious little darlings around in a gas-guzzling 4×4 “because it’s safer for our family”. You don’t want to plant trees instead of having a pet dog. You don’t want to do anything different at all, in fact, even though you’re fucking everything up for your kids and your grandkids.

    That’s why I’m depressed. That’s why I’m suicidal. That’s why I’m stuck in a hole I can’t get out of. That’s why I’m desperate and driven crazy by all this bullshit. That’s why I’m doing things that are atypical… because the typical is what got us into this fucked up mess in the first place.

    I don’t care whether you’re religious or not, but imagine some future judgement day, when it’s obvious that the planet and the future survival of the human race is clearly doomed: will you say that you went along with things, supported the status quo, or did you try and change things? Did you at least act differently? Did you at least try and help in a way that’s less pathetic than recycling your bottles? Did you help anybody other than the fucking clones you spawned to replace yourself?

    Note: I’m not anti-parents. I don’t hate my friends. I’m not some “wake up sheeple” fucktard. Dismiss me if you like using some convenient label that you were taught to use by those who wish to perpetuate the status quo.

    If you’re not acting with your conscience, or at least kept awake at night worrying about this shit, that’s unconscionable.

    You probably should worry about me. No doctor in a white fucking coat is going to make everything OK. It’s not a medical problem. It’s not a government problem. It’s everybody’s problem, including mine, but it’s more than I can handle on my own.

     

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  • Make Poverty History

    This is a story about bang for your buck…

    Small change

    The churches have their tithes. The government have their taxes. The world has charities. It’s pretty clear that these systems of wealth distribution and assistance for impoverished and vulnerable people, have spectacularly failed.

    Tonight, I’m going to eat my dinner. Eating my dinner is something I want to do. Eating my dinner is something I enjoy. I get a kick out of eating my dinner.

    So, why don’t I start a Just Giving charity fundraising page, so that people can sponsor me to eat my dinner? You can sponsor me to go to work. You can sponsor me to go for a little jog around the park, having a lovely time waving at everybody. You can sponsor me to jump out of an aeroplane. You can sponsor me to abseil down a cliff. Even though you’ll be donating to whichever charity I’ve chosen, it won’t make any difference to the world.

    You want to make a difference, right?

    You buy Fairtrade coffee, bananas and chocolate. You recycle your bottles, plastic containers and cardboard. You give £10 a month via direct debit to the Red Cross. You throw your loose change into a collection bucket, when somebody jangles one in front of your face. You went to a pop concert one time, that was supposed to end poverty once and for all.

    Maybe you work for a charity. Maybe you do volunteering. Maybe you organise bring & buy jumble sales. Maybe you bake cakes and sell them to raise money. Maybe it’s you who is chugging the collection tins and getting people to reach for their wallets.

    However, have you considered whether what you’re doing is effective?

    Clearly, whatever you’re doing, it’s not effective. Poverty is not history. In fact, wealth inequality is growing to unprecedented levels.

    There are a number of ways we justify our inaction:

    • “I do my bit”
    • “I already give what money I can afford”
    • “I already give what time I can spare”
    • “I can’t help everybody”
    • “It won’t make any difference. The world is a cruel place. Life is hard”
    • “The world is overpopulated. Africans should stop having babies”
    • “That’s just the way things are”
    • “We’ve got to look after our own”
    • “Charity begins at home”

    On closer examination, these beliefs are delusional, and only serve to prop up the status quo. All the reasons for inaction boil down to the same thing: “I’m not going to do any more until other people do too”.

    We are in a rat race. We are desperately trying to not lag behind the other rats in the race. We are desperately trying to keep up.

    The mega wealthy race ahead, while our incomes stagnate. Since the 1980’s the average wage increase has been just 40%, but for the wealthiest, their income has increased nearly 300%. As a proportion of their income, the wealthiest share less than ever. The wealthiest guard their income from taxation. The wealthiest spend a very small proportion of their income, meaning that it never enters the economy.

    All humans need clothes. A poor person buys a £30 pair of jeans. 20% of the ticket price of those jeans is VAT, so the poor person paid £5 in tax. Let’s say that the poor person earned £100 on the day that they bought the jeans. That means their effective tax rate was 5%, on clothes that they needed to buy. If a rich person bought the same pair of jeans, and they earn £1,000 a day, then their effective tax rate is 0.5% for the clothes that they need. A much smaller proportion of the rich people’s income goes on essential items like food and clothing. As a proportion of their income, the amount of tax that the rich pay is tiny.

    We can’t afford the rich.

    The rich are responsible for an expensive army and police force, in order to maintain the status quo and protect their wealth. The rich are responsible for deciding to bomb brown people to bits, in order to maintain conflict, to sell them weapons and stop them from ever reaching prosperity. If we let the brown people ever become prosperous, they might be unhappy about growing our food and manufacturing our goods, while we sit around idly doing nothing.

    We spend more on ‘defence’ than on education.

    If we were to spend more on education, then people would realise that our struggle is for nothing. Our labour contributes to nothing more than our own enslavement.

    Capital growth, through effortless income from interest, dividends and increased asset prices, far outstrips our ability to earn money through work.

    Our whole society is topsy-turvy. The old people who are dying are the ones who own all the dividend earning shares, through the pension funds. The old people who are dying earn all the property. The old people who are dying do not work, and they demand to earn money for no effort. The institutional investment managers who look after huge pension funds also do no work. Pension funds simply own huge portfolios of stocks & shares, interest bearing financial instruments and property. Instead of society being run to benefit our children, our workers, and protect the vulnerable, instead we toil so that an ever-growing number of retiring baby boomers can be idle.

    I don’t begrudge people some time off if they’ve earned it, but baby boomers are responsible for the proliferation of nuclear weapons, climate change, pollution, deforestation, war, famine, economic ruin, the end of free university education, no jobs, unaffordable housing and keeping politicians in power who are intent on destroying all life on earth. Instead of protesting at the planet being raped, these insufferable hippies sat around taking drugs and passed on all the problems to their grandchildren.

    For me to teach a starving African to write computer code is ridiculous. The world doesn’t need any more websites or apps. We’ve had programmable electronic computers for 60 years, and the world has become a more unequal place, still full of suffering and pain.

    For me to volunteer at a soup kitchen is ridiculous. We are manufacturing homeless vulnerable people faster than we can feed them. The Salvation Army was founded in 1865, and there are still shamefully large numbers of people who are homeless and hungry.

    For me to work for a charity is ridiculous. The charity model of fundraise & spend has completely failed. The church model of a tithe on our income has completely failed. The government model of taxation has completely failed.

    We live in a pyramid scheme, and those at the top of the pyramid want to be idle and earn money effortlessly. There is no dignity in labour. Through work we only impoverish ourselves, because the wealthy get more wealthy while not doing any work. We expend our energy and the finite years of our life, but our wealth is eroded faster than we can earn money.

    We shape ourselves in the image of those we are trying to keep up with. We imitate those who we aspire to be. We aspire to be wealthy, and in so doing, we protect our wealth from taxation and tithe. We believe we are being virtuous by being thrifty. We believe we are being smart by saving our money instead of spending it.

    In actual fact, the financial system has broken down and fails to serve 99% of the people who are trapped within its confines.

    The most effective thing that we can do to fight poverty, income inequality, injustice and the enslavement of the 99% is to campaign to flip the iceberg upside down. We can’t afford the rich, and the plutocracy has to end. Our political system is overrun with public schoolboys who earn their money from trust funds and offshore investments, meaning that they pay nothing in tax. We can no longer be governed by people who don’t play by the same rules as the rest of us.

    The House of Commons was supposed to be a democratic instrument. The House of Commons was supposed to be representative of ordinary working people with a conscience, not Bullingdon Club Tory toffs who’ve only known a life of wealth and privilege.

    I’m not waiting for my neighbour to be more generous before I decide to contribute more to the greater good. I’m looking for my opportunity to topple the cruel elites who have their snouts in the trough, greedily stuffing their ugly faces.

    The most effective thing you can do with your time and your money? Campaign for political reform. Campaign for economic reform. Campaign for societal reform.

    It makes no sense that the whole of the planet and 99% of humanity is there so that the baby boomers can have an idle retirement. If it was up to me, I’d ban the over 65s from voting until the climate and the economy start improving. You can’t leave this kind of bullshit fuckup as a legacy, and expect to reap any rewards or have any say in a future that you ruined.

    Here’s my golden rule: leave things better than you find them, or else you are antisocial and you should be excluded from society.

     

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  • Life

    This is a story about reproduction…

    Flower

    A flower is the sexual organ of a plant. A bunch of flowers is a bunch of genitals. They’re a lot prettier than a man’s meat & two veg though, admittedly.

    Apparently, sending a picture of your manhood to the object of your affections is an accepted part of the new modern courtship ritual. A friend once told me she thought it was basically the same as “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” except completely unsolicited. I shudder to think what it must be like for girls on Tinder and Snapchat.

    I guess I’m almost an ultra-conservative. I actually aspire to have a relatively old-fashioned relationship. I think gender roles are not actually a bad thing. The expectation for women to carry the unborn infant, give birth and be the primary caregiver, whilst also being expected to take the lead in maintaining domestic bliss, and have a career to boot, is too much to ask of somebody. Whore in the bedroom, chef in the kitchen, maid in the home, nanny to the kids and power-dressing bosswoman.

    Men like to feel useful, needed, but frankly, once you’ve ponied up half a teaspoonful of baby batter, in order to impregnate somebody, your job’s pretty much done in this society where women do it all. Is it any wonder that it’s acceptable for men to be the butt of so many jokes: we’re truly the weaker sex.

    I feel like I might have offended a couple of my friends who are parents, with my bitter rants at my own parents. There’s been plenty of times that I’ve written about the neurology of parenthood – the endorphins that are released in order to bond parent with child – and it has perhaps seemed like I’ve been attacking the ‘magic‘ of parenthood by reducing it to its chemical nuts and bolts.

    Believe me, I’m a sensation seeker, and just about the only thing left on my bucket list is to know what it’s like to become a parent. I’d love to be so reckless and irresponsible as to just take a wild leap into the unknown, on the assumption that everything would be just fine. “You’ll find a way” people say, and “there’s never a right time“.

    Yes, that’s right, there’s never a right time. I’ve been thinking about population growth, and how much faster the human population has grown than anybody would have ever predicted. 60 years ago, the population was predicted to have grown to 3 billion by the year 2000. In actual fact, the population was over double that.

    We now have over 7 billion mouths to feed on planet Earth. Not only that, but we all want to drive our little darlings around in gas-guzzling cars, have a pet doggie, take the whole family away on exotic holidays and fill our homes with cheap goods manufactured in the Far East. Something doesn’t add up.

    We talk about economic austerity, but the reality is much, much worse. The standard of living that we’ve all enjoyed, needs to take a massive nosedive, but nobody wants to hear it.

    Choking planet

    I desperately want to have some kids of my own, and a pet dog, and probably a cat too. I desperately want to return to the jet-set lifestyle I enjoyed a few years ago. I want to buy another car, another speedboat. However, just recycling a few bottles and buying a Toyota Prius is not going to offset the global impact of these selfish choices.

    If there’s one thing I know about experts, it’s that they’re usually conservative in their estimates. If the weatherman says to prepare for a gale, you should get ready for a hurricane. If the population experts say that the world population is going to be over 9 billion in 2050, we should assume that it’s going to be 12 billion. If climate scientists say that global temperatures are going to increase by 2 degrees centigrade, we should assume they’re going to increase by 4 degrees. If tide gauges show that sea levels have risen by a foot, we should expect them to rise another two feet in the coming years.

    We have a culture where we’re encouraged to think of our little nuclear families as little fortresses. We have double-locked front doors, and fences round our gardens. Our homes are our castles, and we view the world as vicious place, full of paedophiles, rapists, robbers and other things that are “out to get us“. We are not only individually selfish – thinking about the immediate gratification of our reproduction and nurturing instincts – but we are collectively selfish, in that we put the needs of our family ahead of the needs of our species.

    Yes, you’re damn right, I would love to be a dad and to have a best friend in the form of a dog. I’m sure nothing could be more fulfilling than the feeling of adoration from the animals I feed. Many scientific studies have proven that it’s nice to feel like the alpha, the leader of the pack, and nothing epitomises that more than the domestication of dogs. Dogs are pack animals, so they are genetically predisposed towards seeking approval of the ‘alpha‘.

    However, dogs and babies are polluting. Disposable nappies are convenient, but make up a huge component of landfill. It’s said that if an alien race were to come to Earth in a couple of hundred years time, when we’ve all died, they’ll assume that we were a civilisation of incontinent midgets, because the mountains of nappies will still not have biodegraded.

    I certainly wouldn’t want to raise a kid without modern parenting aids. I certainly don’t hanker for the days where we all died prematurely of preventable diseases and of starvation when the crops failed. However, where is the responsibility?

    Dog ownership is the very pinnacle of irresponsibility. These are predatory carnivores. The meat we need to keep them means that huge swathes of arable land is used to grow animal feed, in order to keep our pets fed. Nobody can argue that keeping these animals as pets is a good use of finite resources. Having a dog is more polluting than having a car.

    City living is responsible living: where we are entertained by culture rather than wiping up snot and vomit and spawning more mouths to feed. Where we are able to move around using mass transit systems that only work where there are economies of scale. Where we are able to be fed in massive refectories. We can have vast variety of food with relatively little wastage, because the population is so dense. Where the distances we have to travel are far less, because we build upwards, not outwards.

    Yes, I feel unfulfilled, not having a nurturing outlet. I’d love to have some kids, a dog, a house in the country. However, it’s irresponsible.

    City sheep

    Just doing what your parents did, what other people do… that’s sheep-like behaviour. Saying “well they did it too” is no defence, when you know you’re acting recklessly, irresponsibly. We have birth control, we have planned parenthood, we know the problems we face as a species, as a planet. Do you want your kids and grandkids to starve to death on an infertile, polluted and inhospitable Earth?

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