Bulgarian mountains are absolutely amazing. I mean, seriously out of this world. And there's soooo much of them. I don't really think of them as plural, but one big mass of awesome.
I thought for a moment about whether I would publish this on the forum, but idk. I can't take pictures, really, the phone has super shitty cracks in the tiny piece of glass over the camera... why they put such shitty glass over the cam I have no idea. Yay Huawei.
But I suppose better than nothing for the time being. And sorry, for now, I am not gonna give you pictures. Just a lot
of text.
I am typing this on the keyboard of my Lenovo Yoga Ideapad 13. It's not a bad little laptop but I have had a lot of problems doing serious development work on it. I tried not to spend too much money on it. But then I ended up buying a
monitor to go with it, and then my tasks became more demanding. It just doesn't have enough memory. It can compile the Blurt server, in about 40 minutes, and only because it has a reasonably fast SSD and when the compilation hits over
3gb, it starts to have to swap, and I figure the 4 or 5 files that demand this much, probably take up more than 75% of
the total build time.
It's quite a long journey to Varna. About 8 hours on the train, typically. I think it's a little faster as we are only stopping on a few of the stops. Since leaving the alpine region north of Sofia, we have been roaring along at maybe 80km/h. The lady in the travel agent who trades bitcoin, said 'awww train is slow' - yeah, of course after she just bought my monthly pay worth of bitcoin she thinks I would want to have other faster ways to travel, but she doesn't know that is my whole pay, or she wouldn't have thought that.
I love the old run down train systems of eastern europe. In the book Roadside Picnic, trains actually don't really feature at all. But they are the whole first act of the famous Tarkovsky movie 'Stalker'. They of course feature them a bit in the games, but mainly the disused station 'Yantra'. We will be passing a town called Yantra on the way to Varna.
Yeah, I will put this on the forum, wth why not. And maybe I will tell a little of the story of how I came to be involved in the Blurt project.
I am a good friend of one of the founders, @jacobgadikian. He had been contracted to do some sort of development work on the Steem chain back in the day. As some here may know, there was some problems back then but I had relocated to Serbia and we were working on something together, and poof he disappeared.
We were both self-funded from our earnings on the forum, mostly, but his abrupt disappearance sorta threw a spanner in
the works of the project.
I started to learn Go programming, something that I had almost forgotten learning about back in 2013 before I ended up in nasty doo doo, that put me out of circulation for a year. In those early days of Bitcoin, I used to hang out on the freenode #btc IRC chat. I met a lot of interesting people and back then even, I had started to form a group and we had some plans to do some sort of project.
It was before ethereum, and there was this guy, mathematics student, I don't remember what his name was, he was living in the USA, studying. He had introduced me to the concept of smart contracts. Hell, I don't even fucking know if he was Vitalik or not, I doubt it. But I think he was from Czech or Latvia or somewhere like this. I also met a guy who was
Bulgarian, who was working in IT in Florida, who owned an apartment right next door to the block I had rented in central
Sofia.
My personal angle on this was based on how I had been introduced to Bitcoin. Namely, The Silk Road. Yes, I had an account there. Yes it was related to how I ended up out of circulation for a year. I nearly was killed by the psycho pigs who were sent to arrest me. Lucky for me my bones seem to be more silk than minerals, and not even concussion, but the doctors couldn't believe I did not have a fracture in my skull. I wasn't surprised but I couldn't explain to them that at the age of 15 I had a greenstick bone fracture.
I don't feel quite so young as I did back in 2013, as you can imagine the year in the slammer and being completely without any money or support... I fled Bulgaria to go back to the Netherlands, as it was necessary for me to renew my Duch passport, I think it was due to expire in 2015, and it expired right as I finally landed a possible intervew for a
job.
Without that document I could do nothing and ended up waiting 7 months and half of that on the procedures to get my
identity documents replaced.
Anyway, where am I going with this?
Oh, that's right, I'm just writing this because I am on a train. There is maybe power in this train, and if those sockets deliver power I will write a very very long, rambly article. If not, maybe I won't even publish this, or idk. whatever.
I'm not writing on this forum now to win votes and rewards like I did back in the Steemit days. I am a witness, a developer witness, and hopefully soon I will start to be able to point you to things I have done.
Truth is, since being unceremoniously thrown out of the Parallelcoin project, I have barely been able to write any code at all. I have done a lot of technical/systems admin stuff so far, and apparently I saved the project from a serious bug just prior to launch. I don't remember what it was but it was standing out like a sore thumb to me from very early on as I was watching my witness in pre-release tests.
I also don't quite fit in to the project's early stages, at least, not other than my general support and technical work and that I am running one of the witnesses.
Just have to remark again, we are out of the alpine area now, lots more flat land and not very tall hills. But it's still nice, nicer than the Thracian Plain on the road to Plovdiv that I have traveled before.
Through Bulgaria from east to west there is basically three main east/west train routes, north, central and south. The road to Varna goes mostly through the center, and the northern route mostly ends in Ruse, where you can travel north up to Bucharest, a route I have traveled in reverse back in the pre-steem days, after a couple of weeks under the care of a catholic homeless charity.
Anyway, back to the rambling! I don't even really have any idea what I'm talking about. I'll probably pick a title afterwards.
Ah yea... how did I get here.
So, I don't really care if anyone finds this interesting or not. I'm just writing it for those who have some interest
in knowing what I'm doing here.
I'm not the most charismatic character. Though I have my moments, I apparently get on quite a good rave often especially when there is women listening to the story. My most important relationship to date she said that I was 'shiny' and I don't feel very shiny these days, and she felt that I lost my shine.
Well, I'm just not really here to be shiny. I have some pretty dark shadows. Not in my soul, so to speak, but in my life experience, and I try not to be bitter but yeah... I have not done so well at keeping that to myself in recent years. I'm bitter to the point of caustic, really, now.
For a couple of years now I have been borderline suicidal. Not that I want to die, rather, that I feel like I have lost the things that made me shiny before, almost completely. I have become more nervous, I had a very long and bad issue with drinking for a long time, so much so, that good friends in my psychedelic forum days of the noughties, people made memes about me acting like a baby.
Yeah, I was pretty bad.
All this recent stuff with the woo scary cold virus 'pandemic' has made me especially despondent and caustic. Ha! I just realised that what people say of me being 'salty', yeah, not salty, but caustic, like sodium hydroxide, like the stuff that Tyler Durden that on 'his' hands, pinning it until it eats the flesh a bit, before relieving it with some vinegar.
Caustic, not salty. I am caustic. I am beyond salty, into make your eyes blind caustic. I nearly did that to myself once even. I can still see just fine, fortunately, as it was already solution, only about 13 pH, and I turned on a tap and irrigated, as is instructed in the MSDS for NaOH.
Anyway, I hope I will become more salty and less caustic soon.
I am extremely grateful to Jake for taking me on. I am currently the only paid worker for the project, and not for any other reason than I wouldn't even be online or have a computer if it wasn't for him. I'm not really here so much for this graphene chain. I have done some work on it but the pay is subsistence, and I haven't been as good as I could have been so far, though I have been helpful enough to retain my tenure up to now.
Hopefully as this next month wears on, the market will start to fall in love with Blurt, and I'll be able to fund myself through my witness pay.
It is almost hard for me to believe it hasn't even been a month since we started here. It's been 3 months since we started working, but only 23 days since launch.
I wasn't expecting it as I hadn't really looked at the route that closely. Actually, when I was planning my trip, I wasn't gonna take a day train, but I am glad I did, but we ended up passing through Pleven, a city I had been in previously in my pre-steem stalker chronicles days, after leaving Ruse and heading back to Sofia at the beginning of the snow in 2015.
Seems like so long ago.
People who have never been a vagabond don't really understand the feeling of the road. Most of my most memorable and favourite experiences in my recent 7 years since being in europe have been when I have had nothing, and was just
wandering somewhere on some hair brained mission that I had dreamed up in my head.
Yeah, my mother always worried about me. She knew that I was crazy and would do dangerous things. She saw it plenty. But I would always reassure her, that I had a very good measure of myself and would survive whatever happened.
I was right, though I did not know how much it would corrode my soul. Not the wild hobo wandering stuff. The corrosion
always happens when I try to 'settle down'.
I am hoping that in this new episode of the adventure, where I am the trusted but vascillating confidante of one of the founders of this project, that I will finally make the 'settling down' part work out.
Not that I want to live in a city, and especially not in these times.
People who don't have the depth of perception that I have towards the complex and frightening situation in the world right now, find my ruminations tedious. They think I am pessimistic. They think that I am worried about nothing. One
or other of these.
When I am stuck in one place, and that place is fucking shit, yeah, I get really really depressed. In fact for a bit over a week now, I have been crying a lot. A lot. I was half sticking my head out of the train, like a dog on the back of a farmer's utility, started singing 'Dirge for Planet' to myself. The trai n goes very fast, so nobody was able to hear me very well, but yeah...
Dirge for Planet is the music that is playing in the background in the bunker of Sidorovich, the first trader you meet in the game Stalker: Shadow of Chernobyl. When I was homeless in Sofia after retreating there as the snow began to fall in 2015, I managed somehow to get some simple cheap battery powered grinding tools, and constructed the most low-register flute I could manage, out of a piece of hot-water rated polypropylene water pipe that I also bought at the
same time.
I figured out how to play the tune on the flute I made, though not quite at the same register as my voice, as I wanted, and I used to sit at the metro station next to the Sofia University, and I would make usually around 5 leva, which would pay for some actual food, fresh from a shop, rather than the sometimes dirty pizza that they sell nearby the central park of Sofia, NDK.
Being homeless in Sofia was like Heaven compared to being homeless in Amsterdam. The parks are beautiful, no cops ready to pounce on you and issue a ridiculous fine for 'unlicenced camping', and always somewhere you could find something to eat, sometimes even really easy, stale loaves of bread, occasionally something a bit nicer. The snow was the worst for finding food when homeless. That was how I ended up begging, and eventually busking to feed myself.
Hm.
Well, it's a bit all over the place, but I'm writing this so that people can get some sort of measure of me, and to understand what my backstory is, why I am so ... caustic? Salty? whatever word you want to use for my particular kind of unpleasantness.
So, in my time living in Europe, one of the things I have come to enjoy more than anything else, is walking. Though I really hate most of the shoes I have ever owned. The shoes have always been the stone in my shoes that takes away from
the experience.
Usually I find some way to get around it, but in 2015 and more recently on my trek south from Novi Sad to Sofia, the biggest problem I have had has been from airtight shoes 'waterproof' or as it was in the most recent trek, snow boots.
My feet eventually after a long time walking become full of moisture, and then after a while I start to get a lot of pain in my feet, caused by moisture, and I take off my shoes and discover my feet have turned quite white from constant humidity, to a level that probably most people have never seen happen to their feet.
It eventually led to me throwing away the best shoes I ever owned, some kind of flat-sole 'barefoot' shoe that I bought while I was in Amsterdam, just before my big adventure started in 2015, heading to southern Italy looking for some kind of harvest work (I assumed it would be oranges and mandarins and the like, never actually got to that though).
One of the dreams I have had since I was stuck sequestered from society in prison in Bulgaria was to have proper
tailor-made leather boots that actually fit my feet. I have very flat feet. It is the general opinion that flat feet are not good for long walks, but actually, that's bullshit. The flat feet are actually better for very long walks. The problem is that industrially produced shoes are not made for flat feet, as they are not average, I suppose maybe 10-20% of the population at most have them.
I was a bit surprised but pleased to discover, that by using the pig fat that I got as part of my long walk supplies, as it is very good long lasting energy, was also very good once I had my feet bare for a while so they dry out, to rub the fat into my feet and simply by staying dry, I was able to walk around 50-60km a day on them.
Especially if I was walking across train sleepers, which at the time the trains between Novi Sad and Belgrade and for about 100km south of Belgrade, were hardly even running. The sleepers were not always exposed well above the big gravel they use to rest the rails on, but when they were, it was like skipping across and I could do it for hours at a go without stopping.
I believe that if I were able to make these perfect shoes, that I dream of, ones that are shaped exactly to fit my feet, I could walk 80km/day, non stop, for over 1000km, easily. And when I say 'perfectly designed' - the american indian style moccasins are a very good example of this, indeed the designs in my mind for better shoes are largely based on this design, but a little more sophisticated with the use of a robot-carved wooden last to stretch the leather to fit correctly.
I believe that modern people can't walk properly anymore. The shoes have raised heels, a remnant of horse riding, but - similar to the idiotic keyboard layout that I also had to fix by switching over to type Dvorak layout, if you walk on the ground naturally, as our feet have been doing as a species for probably hundreds of thousands of years, you can walk
constantly, without break, for weeks at a time. They are very efficient, designed by so much experience of people fleeing war, changes in climate, and seeking a better life.
I used to think I couldn't walk more than 35km in a day without being half-disabled for a week afterwards, which was how it used to mostly go. But once I got my feet into those sweet finish boots, it was better, but even those shoes, whose soles were merely 6-7mm thick, I think if the sole was just a 4-5 millimetre thick layer of cowhide, it would be even less taxing. The nice barefoot shoes were great but after about 300km, I had a lot of bruising in the fleshy parts.
I am now convinced that it's the rubber that was the problem. Absorbing the shock diminishes the natural sensation of pressure and as you touch down, you end up compressing your soles more than you would have if you felt the ground
properly.
Well, yeah, anyway, that's another of my weird obsessions.
When I was about 60km south of Belgrade, as night fell and I was walking along the side of the road, I encountered a strange man walking around. It appeared that he was a soldier patrolling for something, I'm not sure. He said that he thought I was some sort of refugee, and indeed, I was. I had no home in Serbia anymore, and I needed to go find my friends in Bulgaria, where I could try and get myself back together after 18 months working on Parallelcoin, to try and start something new.
It was weird. I think he took me for a refugee because I in fact had a UNHCR refugee blanket, that I found alongside a decommissioned rail track near the Sava river.
I was literally a refugee from the absurdly excessive serbian lockdown in the first month of the bullshit.
And now, I am gonna bitch and moan about this subject.
I don't care what you think, the COVID-19 lockdown has had nothing to do with health, or helping anyone, least of all the old people who it impacts the most. I was walking around breaking the curfew in my trek, constantly, and only was stopped by cops once, because I was walking on the inside lane of a highway, which was nice flat surface easy to walk on
and after that I got off the highway and went cross country for a bit.
I tried to find somewhere to hitch a ride, but nobody was picking up anyone. There was no other hitchhikers anywhere along the way that I saw. The cops said I should do this, but all the panic being fomented in the population ensured that this was absolutely not going to bear any fruit.
That was how I ended up walking along the train lines.
I figured out that the train lines were the least likely to lead me to a dead end, and the least likely to put me into the path of police.
I ended up even riding on the back of a freight train at one point.
Eventually I got tired of this, and saw a busted old bicycle with not really working brakes, clearly abandoned, and ended up going southwest towards Kosovo instead of Sofia. As I sat in that town, I forget the name exactly, something - shumlija, in the mountains past a very big aquatic reserve I walked past, washed a few of my things with the tap at the train station, and eventually decided to beg for free travel on the train.
They seemed to be quite happy to let this happen.
I was able then to get all the way to Dimitrovgrad, the border town northwest of Sofia.
The passenger trains were running as normal this far from the big cities.
This was one of the things that made me realise that none of this lockdown bullshit has anything to do with health.
The rural regions of the balkans completely depend on the transport provided by the trains. They hadn't shut them down, and almost nobody on the trains was wearing masks.
It was completely normal balkans train experience, except for a few masks here and there.
What I discovered was that COVID-19 doesn't seem to affect country people. Not only that, if they forced it on them, the cities would already have been starved of food.
Why is this???
Because it's a fraud. The whole thing is a fraud. Not only that, but there is a cure for it. It's called 'sunshine'. People get colds in winter because of bad air inside their houses, because of the cold itself lowering their core temperature, and runny noses, causing them to not breathe properly through their noses, which have many systems to catch the bugs, as well as protect the membranes with such as Nitric Oxide, which stimulates lung tissue to produce surfactants.
I discovered this after finally suffering way too much from asthma, mainly triggered by eating bread, and looking into the Buteyko Method of treating respiratory problems. I have been practising this for about 2 months, and it has indeed drastically reduced my dependence on ventolin, which causes problems itself after a week of regular use.
If you look up the subject, you will discover that Buteyko Method people say that simply breathing through your nose has a huge benefit in preventing cold infections, because the nasal membrane is stimulated to release nitric oxide by nose breathing, and the nitric oxide cause the upper lungs especially to become properly, normally coated with soap-like secretions that prevent especially coronaviruses from attaching to cells and injecting their payload.
I came down with a pretty severe case of coronavirus when I arrived back after being exiled for 2 months from Serbia because my sponsor failed 3 times to get my residence permission sorted out.
It was a lot like asthma itself, but with a sore, lumpy feeling in the throat, and an instantly intensely painful cough. I don't know exactly how, but normally it takes a week for me to cough myself into a state where my intercostal muscles are so fatigued like this. With this infection, it was imediate, within a day, suddenly I had to cough, but every cough was like being stabbed in the chest.
I just waited it out, breathing as deeply as I could, I didn't realise the breathing was so important yet, as I hadn't been suffering so much asthma yet. And that was because I was drinking so much coffee. Coffee also reduces asthma, as it increases the strength of the breathing muscles.
Oh, and obviously, the reason why I am talking about this is that I am here, in the rural regions of Bulgaria right now,
on the train.
At Sofia Central Station, just before we departed, a stern warning about how we would be fined if caught not wearing a mask on the train, and, lo and behold, absolutely nothing was said by the ticket checker about the fact that everyone in
the compartment I was in was not wearing one.
Only in the cities anyone cares about this. I can only surmise that obviously country people spend more time in the sun and less time in front of their televisions, and it seems to be the general consensus in both Serbia and Bulgaria that everyone is 'essential' in the country, and nobody is vulnerable to colds.
As I was walking along the highway south of Belgrade, I saw many many ambulances and medical courier vans. I presume they were running around poking long swab sticks up old sick people's noses to 'test' them. It seemed like theatre to me - similar to the very same nonsense that goes on with drug prohibition.
In reality, not even 1% of drug users and dealers ever get caught by police. But the police prance around especially
the city areas, making everyone nervous.
Well, same thing is happening now with doctors. Whatever you may feel about narcocops, well, you should probably consider feeling the same way towards doctors these days. They are agents of the deep state, they are prosecuting an
agenda dictated to them by their shadowy, behind-the-curtain controllers. They are not trying to save anyone's lives, in fact, more people have died unneccessarily of treatable illnesses, because supposedly the hospitals are flooded with cases, when they are in fact empty, and the only thing the ambulances are doing in this time, is running around poking sticks into people's nose for absolutely no reason. Of course they are attending to accidents and acute medical incidents too, but in at least some cases those emergencies are happening because the hospitals were not performing surgeries these patients needed.
There is some bright sides to this - there has been almost no infant deaths from SIDS because - of course, they aren't giving the babies vaccines either. I remember when that first started happening in the early 90s. People were saying back then that these were vaccine injury and causing allergic reactions that caused anaphylaxis, throat closing up and suffocating them.
I have previously up to now on the forum been trying to point this out in posts about covid-19, but I think it makes more impact and people are more likely to listen to me if I tell the story of what I saw while I was walking around in rural areas during this lockdown.
I saw it with my own eyes. Country people are not nearly as masked up as the city people, not by a million miles. And I saw hospitals clearly nearly completely empty of customers, and rows and rows of ambulances sitting around doing
nothing.
I'm not gonna be gaslighted by anyone who is getting their information from the mainstream media. I saw it with my own eyes. I am, aside from my main job a a software developer, a journalist, and better I tell it this way.
Everyone thought I was crazy at first when I decided to go for a big long walk to visit a crazy woman I met on facebook. My 'host' and sponsor of my work on Parallelcoin beat the shit out of me for my ooo big crime of violating the curfew on that last weekend of the full weekend curfews in Serbia.
Because, I was putting him at risk of unwanted attention from the police.
As I walked back from Frushka Gora, where this crazy woman lived with her cult leader 'healer' master, I walked past 4 police cars, first one was posted at a petrol station. They didn't even call me over to talk to me.
Only time these stupid checkpoint cops stopped me was as I walked past at night, after the curfew, and I said I had been a victim of domestic violence and I was travelling to Bulgaria where I have friends. They couldn't wave me on fast enough. I was more nervous about not getting out of their face fast enough than them arresting me for breaching the curfew.
If it was for real, what they told you all on the television and official youtube news bullshit sources, then I should
have been arrested and not been able to get all the way to the border, at least 5 or 6 times.
And then I crossed the border illegally between Dimitrovgrad and Kalotina, hiking over the hills. I only even got stopped because I walked the wrong way, back towards Serbia, on the mountain ridge northwest of Kalotina.
They arrested me, and held me for 24 hours, and asked me to show them how I got across the border, and I showed them where.
When I was first arrested, they took me back to the border crossing, on the Bulgarian side, where the Serbian border police stopped me, saying that the Bulgarians would not let me cross, a man came to me and pointed an infrared heat sensing laser at my forehead and declared me free of COVID-19 and then they took me back to the cell.
In the end of that, I didn't even get any charges. In fact, it was to my benefit that I did this, because then I was officially present in Bulgaria, having crossed the border under their supervision, so to speak. Not that I spoke to even one cop once I was in Bulgaria.
I think that people need to know this story, because it completely contradicts the official narrative and shows just how gossamer thin the story actually is. It is probably different in some parts of the world, but I can tell you from my own experience here, that in south eastern europe, everyone knows it's a fraud and a hoax. Except about 15% of the city people, who still are forcing people to wear masks in supermarkets even though the government isn't forcing them to. In Bulgaria now, only public transport (obviously not rural trains) and pharmacies now are by law required to do this.
So, I am more than half way on the road to Varna. I am not looking forward to being in a city again. I'm hoping that due to the fact that the tourist industry is being hammered so hard by this, that things won't be so damn tense there.
It's ridiculous, in the height of summer, to be forcing people to wear masks. It's extremely uncomfortable. I even had a brief exchange with a fellow passenger who was resting his bare feet on the chair next to me, about how uncomfortable this nonsense is, and he was probably inwardly relieved that I wasn't one of the numbskulls that want to make a song and dance about it.
And so far in Bulgaria, the only time I felt a little bit threatened by anyone over the mask, was at the open air market
in the centre of town, by a security guard.
The common people of Bulgaria don't give a damn, even in the cities, even the ones wearing masks, they are only
nervous, not coiled up ready to bite someone who isn't wearing a mask. Because most people aren't, most of the time, and most small shops are not enforcing it either.
It's a horrible business. As the economy implodes, yet again, like 2007 all over again, on top of this, many shops have closed up permanently. This is people's livelihoods, being destroyed by not just insane bank fraud legalised by the banking lobby, but on top of this, by this hooey about a freakin cold virus.
Anyway, I think that's about all I want to talk about. I was reluctant to write such an article previously because of my role in the project, but let's be clear about this. I am only in the Blurt project in a supporting capacity, doing whatever fireman-type work is required, and helping users with the oddities of the as yet not quite fixed issues with the way the system works.
I think after HF0.2, that there won't be any major issues left to deal with, and there will be a new 30 daily payout power down, and I have accumulated over 7000 tokens from my witness, and soon I will start to be able to sell some of it to pay my expenses.
Maybe not right away, maybe in a couple of weeks, but pretty soon.
My role in the project is more to do with development further on from this. Since I am congenitally incapable of reasoning about such things as javascript and C++ development, especially the build systems, though I can still do some, it is not my main reason for being on the team.
I am here as part of the process of developing the future systems that will grow out of this project.
I have conceived one simple deliverable, that I will hopefully start working on soon, which is a signing agent that will be able to be used separately from the computer running a forum or wallet app client, as well as on the client but in a separate process. It will be something like WhaleVault and the other keychain apps you can use with these Steem-derived systems, but ultimately may well even form the basis of a dedicated piece of open source hardware.
And hopefully there will be more funding, once we nail down a major exchange listing, and I will be able to progress to helping revamp the entire back end of the Blurt blockchain, and build something that goes beyond just this platform to become the 'structure gel' (a concept from the adventure game Soma, from Frictional Games) that connects many blockchain platforms together.
Looping back around to the topic of the previous section of this article, I don't care what you think about covid-19, because I saw what is really happening in the world outside your door as you cower inside it fearful of the non-existent
threat of enforcement. The banks are part of this program of disinformation.
Blockchains were likely originally introduced intentionally to start to get people used to the idea of purely electronic cash. But they don't want you to be able to mine it, like we do here voting rewards to each other, or those big farms of whirring machines in china.
Blockchains are not actually that new a technology. The only new thing was the proof of work (and then proof of stake), which gave a possible way to create decentralised distributed financial databases. Blockchains long existed before since the 90s, as part of running many servers to minimise the risk of data loss or loss of service.
Of course, these novel elements are not part of what any government/bank approved electronic cash will entail, they will be 100% permissioned, and people who know nothing about you, and even AI's will be able lock you out of your money in the blink of an eye.
The market won't swallow it so easily as they think. That's even part of what all this pandemic hoax/fraud is about. They are using this to try and condition people to having government officers interfere with our lives at a level only previously seen in Soviet times.
And I'm not gonna get started on the subject of the escalating promotion of communism in these modern times.
They want a global soviet style state. And to do that, part of the process is going to be in discovering who is most
likely to play along.
You know how to identify someone who will play along? They are wearing the muzzle in the car by themselves. They are riding their bicycle with it on, in the middle of a park.
The rest of us, especially like here where it's not even mandated anymore, are only wearing them to avoid trouble.
Colds are a part of life, and masks do not make you healthy or protect anyone. They just signal your controllers that you are going to swallow the :rooster: of their domination, with a shit-eating grin.
If you even got this far into the article, and disagree with me about this, I don't care, and I want to reinforce that anything I write in here is entirely my own opinion, and may or may not be congruent with anyone else in the project.
People roll their eyes at me when I start ranting, so better I rant in a post. I need to get this off my chest.
If you aren't alarmed at the rapid progress towards totalitarianism, and none of these mask mandates are constitutional, in any national government, in the whole world, by the way, or at least most of them. But of course some governments are more likely to exercise this ungranted power over people, if they can get away with it. Especially ones that used to be communist.
Oddly though, it is only in the East where they are. Here in europe, the former soviet block is mostly more relaxed
about this than anywhere else. Yes, Serbia has been excessive with it, but Bulgaria? Only in the big cities. And all over both countries, not at all in the country.
Which is why I am here.
Fingers crossed Varna isn't as bad as Sofia, because it's impacting my ability to code, and that's bad for this project.
I pretty much plan that after this summer, I will be moving to the Rhodope mountains, and I don't want to set foot in a large city again until they have had their way with you all idiots who trust them.
Loki
PS: Indeed though it was night, I saw only one human with the muzzle, she was a server at a restaurant. Nobody else was wearing them. Probably by day I will see more people, mostly old ones. It's sad because the mask does not protect the wearer, it protects the other people in front of them. Other than that it's just reducing their oxygen intake and increasing rebreathing of expelled virus particles (if any).
PPS here is some photos, apologies for the nasty light artifacts, the rear camera has cracks across the sensor
For the cyrillic-illiterate, this graffito says 'covid is a farce'
Obligatory selfie with the beach in view
This and the following pics are of the beach and sea. My first time seeing and touching the water of the Black Sea
I think I'm gonna like living in Varna a lot.