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The Flames Of Progress

I've been following the newsletter on this STOP 5G THING for a while now, and every once in a while these gems pop into my inbox that make me want to throw my phone in a river and never get one again.

Instead I ordered a new one the other day, since the screen just cracked on my current one... one with lower SAR values at least.

Of course this makes little difference. Not for me; nor for others. I'm making other changes, spreading information when I can, but sometimes the endeavors seem hopeless. When people with the power to make a difference are either naive or in denial, and people in power are fierce and fatalistic, or don't believe these problems apply to them.

But I'll leave an excerpt from that letter below, if maybe it inspires you to change something about your life. Or the world. Or both. You can read the full thing here. Alternatively subscribe yourself via the first link.

I have been entrusted with the International Appeal to Stop 5G on Earth and in Space, but I find myself bewildered -- bewildered by the devastation around me; by the destruction of the cathedral of life into which I was born; by the silencing of the songs of the fifty million other species with whom I was raised; by the failure of my fellow human beings to care or to notice. How can they not miss their brothers and sisters? How can they not miss the magnificent symphony? How is it possible?
 
“The oceans are dying,” wrote Jacques Cousteau in 1970. “Can anyone believe it is possible,” wrote Rachel Carson in 1962, “to lay down such a barrage of poisons on the surface of the earth without making it unfit for all life?” “I have seen too much,” said microwave researcher Allan Frey in 1969, explaining why he did research on animals and not humans. “I do not feel that I can take people into these fields and expose them and in all honesty indicate to them that they are going into something safe.”
 
Yet here we are half a century later: there will soon be more plastics than fish in the oceans, the world uses four times more pesticides per year than in 1962, and five billion people are holding open sources of microwave radiation in their hands.
 
The Earth is burning, yet no firefighters come. In the face of certain catastrophe, everyone is going about their business as if everything is fine, as if by magic the synthetic fibers in our clothing and the rubber tires on our automobiles will stop becoming microplastics in the sea; as if the few insects left in the world will magically escape the pesticides that we apply to our lawns and the radiation from the cell phones into which we speak. Everyone is still going about their business as if everything is fine. Isn’t it time that we stop? And since the most immediate threat to life comes from our cell phones, isn’t it time to throw them away?

It is, isn't it? If not to throw them away for good then at least to make a change. Make them better. Chop down some towers. Find a healthier form of transmission than microwaves, that don't just make us tired and weak, but have the potential to destroy both humankind and the world as we know it. Really. STOP 5G.

Some Spam

Spam For Lunch?

Sometimes it's appreciatively entertaining to sift through this stuff.

The context as to which posts the comments are posted on are the entertaining part.

Light Pollution

Stargazing 3

It really is a problem. The less we see the stars the easier it'll be to believe there's nothing out there... then what do we really have to say against all those flatearthers? We're all just boxed in without our skylights.

Source here.

Cyberdevil T-Shirt!

Cyberdevil T-Shirt

Look at what came into my feed today! :D Hey. Well it was a while back but I'm posting late, as usual. Inspired me to write and record a little thing too.

Y'all better go support this dude right away. Don't wait now.

DakhaBrakha

Sometimes I just really wish I was Ukrainian.

First Fat Tuesday 2020

A Semla With Spoon

First and only! It's that day again. When we feast. Not with hot sauce but still like beasts. After long dawns in needs of sleep. Carry on yawns until we meet. Pillow biscuits and crispy sheets. And here's another angle in case you seek an alternative whirl view. Like twin mountains. An equal peek.

Didn't get to the cafe this year either, work day this year too, but fortunately we had some almond paste and a gluten-free bun in the freezer, and plenty of cream, so all is as good as all seems.

Happy Fat Tuesday y'all.

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