Living on top of one another

Noah Carl, at TDS, writes on lockdown ... the site was originally Lockdown Sceptics.  

Most of it's been said since the excrescence but just a few more oblique points ...

My friend in Alabama is in more open space, homes are further apart, less densely populated, so when I mentioned something near midnight last night, where the walls are so thin and a food preparation bench with all is clattering is not great two feet away from my pillow and perfectly normal noise is amplified ... the clattering of plates and cutlery ... then the question comes up of people living in cattle truck compartments next to one another.

In this case, it's not just the paper thin modern walls in Britain, it's also other people's lifestyles today, compared to yesteryear ... what they find acceptable. And age comes into it too.  My friend mentioned Russian buildings, outer walls two foot thick concrete, inner one foot. Any normal living noises ... there are ways to get around them.

Ah, but that's the Soviet buildings which were good. After the 1990 fall, new, westernised, corner-cutting buildings were built and for one year, I was in one.  If you turned a tap on, someone in a downstairs flat was woken up.  My friend hit the nail on the head when she put it this way ... "not good for people to live one atop the other.  Close qtrs to nonfamily".

That's the operative word ... non-family.  Zero influence and non-family today meaning all sorts of weirdos ... just look at the tranny, lbheebyjeeby thing and CRT in schools, Antifa violence the norm, no one caring for anyone in any civic way, me me me.

Compound that by forcing people to stay at home or in 15 minute city zones and the obvious question is ... what diabolical mind dreamed all this up for humans ... and why?  Why such hatred for human beings?  For the dignity of life?

As it turns out, my neighbours are good either side, neither do anything wrong, I'm as quiet as a mouse most times myself. We do all right, except when someone makes a full-on meal on a clattering bench at midnight, someone else's head two feet away next door.  

My friend wrote, scathingly: "Oh no...he is preparing food! What comes next???" Yes, easy to say when it's not you. In a similar way, easy to smile at Julia's view of today's cyclists as they try to mix with car traffic and lorries. And if a lane is set aside, it endangers the car driving and pedestrians.

Is it the fault of the players in the drama?  Initially no, it's in the "planning" ... but then it becomes the sheer numbers, not of us but of imports to the land ... and finally the new learnt behaviour by bloodyminded Brits, fed up wi'it all, while psycho monsters above dream up new impositions, such as forcibly constraining cowfarts and forcing us to eat insects.

Ladies and gentlemen, there are normal, natural stresses and strains, and as long as we're not snowflakes nor psychological messes like kids in today's sick cultural climate, then we'll get around it.  But not when the thing is designed in a lab, at an Event 201 or similar.  Because then we get into malice aforethought from above.

And poised to cash in are commercial enterprises, now diversifying:

Desperate to roll this moneyspinner out, it's Big Biz now in the west ... the Wellness industry ... while fighting age fourth worlders continue to pour in with govt and "charity" admin  connivance and collusion, all on obscene salaries.

Oh and by the way, there's a massively attended blog coming out of America, Psych2**, which counsels kids, that's its purpose, using a soothing Caribbean voice.  If you explore, writing the scripts are Chinese women.