by morton_h, the blogger
Bullying - a symptom of coercion culture
Children act maliciously against each other in school, they say. And it's not just something that said, there is practice and experience to confirm it. Ask your kids if you think that they have something to say.
Well-meaning teachers, parents and politicians / teaching ideologues devise and initiate a swarm of actions and policies. Theytalk, theyproblematize, theydiscuss, theylegislate, theyundertake campaigns, theyimplement maxims, theyproclaim non-tolerance, theypsykologize, theyanalyze, theypunish, theyterapeutize, theydo management initiatives.
Talking about builying, not only in school children will be targetted for the well-meaning campaigns. Workplaces now also have employee policies or the welfare-up studies where bullying is included as an element. Society and culture seem to have created grown ups that act like children. Something that started at school, has now arrived in the environmentswith tables and chairs where adults are in their working lives. Well-meaning HR professionals and business executives propose or even enforce care plans, employee development interviews, seminars, workshops, after-workhous-discussion , it goes on-and-on ...
What exactly started in the school?
It's very simple. Here started coercion culture. Here started the sit-still-exercises here started a shut-up-till-asked-training, here started drills in repeating predigested information never meant to become actual knowledge. Herestarted a decade-long unlearning of the natural, healthy instinct forasking 'stupid' question to get real answers. Herestarted a series of artificial situations tainted with fear, where you were forced to measure ourselves up against two systems: accuracy in relation to the school's curriculum and its demands on performance and social acceptance in classrooms, courtyards and teacher-pupil spaces . Did you performin these spaces? You were a daily examination both in lessons and during breaks.
When children - and adults - bully, they behave entirely by the book like rats in a cage, as beings who are incarcerated and are forced to unnatural behavior, where they consequently willsnarl internally due to a confinement caused them externally.Anyonewho talks about it?
Lennox Lewis - the world's best boxer
Well-meaning teachers, parents and politicians / teaching ideologues devise and initiate a swarm of actions and policies. Theytalk, theyproblematize, theydiscuss, theylegislate, theyundertake campaigns, theyimplement maxims, theyproclaim non-tolerance, theypsykologize, theyanalyze, theypunish, theyterapeutize, theydo management initiatives.
Talking about builying, not only in school children will be targetted for the well-meaning campaigns. Workplaces now also have employee policies or the welfare-up studies where bullying is included as an element. Society and culture seem to have created grown ups that act like children. Something that started at school, has now arrived in the environmentswith tables and chairs where adults are in their working lives. Well-meaning HR professionals and business executives propose or even enforce care plans, employee development interviews, seminars, workshops, after-workhous-discussion , it goes on-and-on ...
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What exactly started in the school?
It's very simple. Here started coercion culture. Here started the sit-still-exercises here started a shut-up-till-asked-training, here started drills in repeating predigested information never meant to become actual knowledge. Herestarted a decade-long unlearning of the natural, healthy instinct forasking 'stupid' question to get real answers. Herestarted a series of artificial situations tainted with fear, where you were forced to measure ourselves up against two systems: accuracy in relation to the school's curriculum and its demands on performance and social acceptance in classrooms, courtyards and teacher-pupil spaces . Did you performin these spaces? You were a daily examination both in lessons and during breaks.
When children - and adults - bully, they behave entirely by the book like rats in a cage, as beings who are incarcerated and are forced to unnatural behavior, where they consequently willsnarl internally due to a confinement caused them externally.Anyonewho talks about it?
Lennox Lewis - the world's best boxer
You could say that boxing is ritualized violence between male persons in different weight classes where heavyweight has always been the most fascinating.
Next, one can say that there is a certain dominance of black boxers due to their physique. There is an impressive streak: Muhammad Ali (Cassius Clay), Mike Tyson, Evander Hollyfield, Lennox Lewis, here only a few, the list is long. Hi-score is of course generation specific, but in recent times there is one who emerges as quite unique. And no, it is not legend Muhammad Ali, who is not the butcher bulls neck Mike Tyson. The Englishman Lennox Lewis is the one whatburns clean through. He is now also a passed legend.
His style can be described. Perhaps we should start with his attitude, as it can be read in his body language. And if boxing is not about body language, then what is?
Lewis seldom laughsof his opponent in advance. He is introvert, curtly reserved. However, he does not creep along the wall. His appearance is paradoxical: at once extremely masculine - whichboxer is not that? - but also with feminine traits: long hair gathered in the neck, soft facial features, large comfortable eyes. When you hear him speak, there is an honesty about him. He boasts not by demeaning his opponents, nor does he denigrates himself. Lewis is somehowdifferent being in balance.
See the famous battle between Lewis and Tyson. Let's just say that Tyson is taking a mean beat. He never gets into Lewis. And how does Lewis do that?
He always keeps his opponent at bay with his left-hand jabs. And his arms are long like his body. In the split second where the opponent is open after an unsuccessful attack, he's hitting with his right hand. In his younger days he could decide a match in the first round. In his laterdays he is, as he himself puts it after the famous battle against Mike Tyson, as 'fine aged wine' that gets better with age, unlike Tyson, who was unbeatable in his younger days.
But what mainly characterizes Lennox Lewis is a beauty in the movements. It was said of Muhammad Ali that he danced, for he did when he met physically stronger opponents. But Lewis is dancing without a break even when he pans down his opponent.
The Commissioner
Next, one can say that there is a certain dominance of black boxers due to their physique. There is an impressive streak: Muhammad Ali (Cassius Clay), Mike Tyson, Evander Hollyfield, Lennox Lewis, here only a few, the list is long. Hi-score is of course generation specific, but in recent times there is one who emerges as quite unique. And no, it is not legend Muhammad Ali, who is not the butcher bulls neck Mike Tyson. The Englishman Lennox Lewis is the one whatburns clean through. He is now also a passed legend.
His style can be described. Perhaps we should start with his attitude, as it can be read in his body language. And if boxing is not about body language, then what is?
Lewis seldom laughsof his opponent in advance. He is introvert, curtly reserved. However, he does not creep along the wall. His appearance is paradoxical: at once extremely masculine - whichboxer is not that? - but also with feminine traits: long hair gathered in the neck, soft facial features, large comfortable eyes. When you hear him speak, there is an honesty about him. He boasts not by demeaning his opponents, nor does he denigrates himself. Lewis is somehowdifferent being in balance.
See the famous battle between Lewis and Tyson. Let's just say that Tyson is taking a mean beat. He never gets into Lewis. And how does Lewis do that?
He always keeps his opponent at bay with his left-hand jabs. And his arms are long like his body. In the split second where the opponent is open after an unsuccessful attack, he's hitting with his right hand. In his younger days he could decide a match in the first round. In his laterdays he is, as he himself puts it after the famous battle against Mike Tyson, as 'fine aged wine' that gets better with age, unlike Tyson, who was unbeatable in his younger days.
But what mainly characterizes Lennox Lewis is a beauty in the movements. It was said of Muhammad Ali that he danced, for he did when he met physically stronger opponents. But Lewis is dancing without a break even when he pans down his opponent.
The Commissioner
The phenomenon occurred during Bolshevism. The largely Jewish commcssioners were the driving force in the Russian Revolution, where they murdered 10 million Russians. The Russians had difficulty torturing and murdering other Russians, but these commissioners had no problems with that. Without such non-empathetic distance this and similar revolutions could never have taken place. When the Sovietsadvanced in Eastern Europe at the end of WW2, they were closely followed by the commissioners screaminginto their ears that they should kill as many German civilians and rapeas many German women as possible. Alone in East Preussia the mongol hoards raped two million German women! Especially Stalin's propaganda minister, the Jewish Commissioner, Ilya Ehrenburg, isassociated with this agenda.
A commissioner could do things against people who were way-over-the-border in relation to general humanity based intuitive sense and normal humanity. How, why? Because the commissioner had ideology, which the people had not. Ideology is abstraction, a systematic thoughtcomplex that abstracts = moves away from= retires from people's lives, people's mindset and people's needs and reality. When one is ideologue, you do not need to show empathy. Ideology is at worst intellectually legitimized psychopathy.
A commissioner does not have to listen to people other than those who have sent him with his task - com missio: being send with. Commissioners are not elected, they are appointed and inserted in the record. Commissioners are not bound by democratic or international judicial ethics. A commission is a payment for work done. Commissioners often receive return commission.
In the EU, theCommission called for the executive, the executive body of the EU. Behind this word is hiding the fact that the EU Commission of appointed, unelected commissioners determines and executes EVERYTHING, and the so-called elected EU Parliament menawhil is busy slaving away with paperwork without any ability to decide SOMETHING. Sign here, fill in the blanks. To perform this useful-idiot-work and to assist in the great theater of the peoples, while their nation states slowly being de-constructed, both thecommissioners - especially - and pseudo-parlamentariansreceive a huge salary with hefty tax benefits + pension rest of their days, largely equivalent to wages in work. So we may come to understand immediately that the EU lacks money (which they don't, of course), so they will have to plunder (a word they don't use, of course) Southern Europe - and Ukraine. And blIceland (didn't work too well in the first round, though). And probably France. And the weak part of the population in the whole of Europe.
Right now a stack of well informed Russians are dying of laughter that the EU is about to commit the 'mistake' that the Soviet state committed. They call it the EUSSR. And the bunch of morons are even mutilating their own countries by sanctions for the Ukraine attackt (sanctioning your own attack, what irony!)
A commissioner does not have to listen to people other than those who have sent him with his task - com missio: being send with. Commissioners are not elected, they are appointed and inserted in the record. Commissioners are not bound by democratic or international judicial ethics. A commission is a payment for work done. Commissioners often receive return commission.
In the EU, theCommission called for the executive, the executive body of the EU. Behind this word is hiding the fact that the EU Commission of appointed, unelected commissioners determines and executes EVERYTHING, and the so-called elected EU Parliament menawhil is busy slaving away with paperwork without any ability to decide SOMETHING. Sign here, fill in the blanks. To perform this useful-idiot-work and to assist in the great theater of the peoples, while their nation states slowly being de-constructed, both thecommissioners - especially - and pseudo-parlamentariansreceive a huge salary with hefty tax benefits + pension rest of their days, largely equivalent to wages in work. So we may come to understand immediately that the EU lacks money (which they don't, of course), so they will have to plunder (a word they don't use, of course) Southern Europe - and Ukraine. And blIceland (didn't work too well in the first round, though). And probably France. And the weak part of the population in the whole of Europe.
Right now a stack of well informed Russians are dying of laughter that the EU is about to commit the 'mistake' that the Soviet state committed. They call it the EUSSR. And the bunch of morons are even mutilating their own countries by sanctions for the Ukraine attackt (sanctioning your own attack, what irony!)
Whether any of these totalitarian-bureaucratic regimes like the former USSR at all werea mistake from the beginningis obviously for discussion.
Svend Poulsen - a Danish folk hero?
Svend Poulsen - a Danish folk hero?
The man was called the Chieftain of the Gönge (sounds really ackward in English), the legendary, the mythical, the cinematized.
But if you shave the worst nonsense aside in Swedish Carit Etlars adventurenovel, we find a reasonable well documentedhistorical person inside the cartoon character.
Svend Poulsen (1610-1679) had the name from Göinge Herred between Skåne and Halland in Southern Sweden, then Danish country. From childhood he was trained in the Gönge life: he was at the age of eight years survive three months alone in the woods with guns, gunpowder and a hunting knife. Learn to survive or perish.
He participated as a soldier in 1625 in Christian IV's involvement in the 30 Years War and in 1628 as a lance corporal in the Funen Regiment under Holger Rosenkrantz. His talents as a tactic puts earned him promotion to corporal.
After the war he returned to Halland, where he became aquanted withthe head of Göngerin Sweden, Bent Mogensen. In 1644 they fought the Swedishking, whereby the price put onSvend Gønge'shead grew significantly.
Svend Påvelsen the Swedes called him, was extremely excessive in what we today would call guerrilla- or partisan warfare. In the wooded, hillypassports in Hallandsås his groups battled the Swedish soldiers with great skill. And he got away with it, but he had to flee to Zealand, Denmarkin 1657-58, where the Swedish occupation troops also roamed. He was behind the walls at the siege of Copenhagen in 1658. Swedish church annals documents that he helped to dismantle around 2000 Swedish and German soldiers at Copenhagen and at Kronborg, Elsinore.
In 1659 he operated between Praestøand Køge in South Zealand, and pulled over to the small, flat island Nyord by the langer island Mön. From there he returned to the Danish capitol atthe Storm onCopenhagen, and it is told that his 50-party company claimed the lives of 200 Swedes Nørrevold, the northern barricades, while they themselves suffered losses of only five men.
As payment for his efforts, he was awarded Lundbygård Estate near Vordingborg, but his talents were not as landlord, but as a warrior, so he had to leave the place. We find him again in 1675 as land captain and later major in Stevns involved in the Skåne War.
Then he moves back to the Lundby and living in Lundby guildhall. His death is unknown, but it is somewhere between 1679-91. He issaid to be buried under Lundby Church.
Thus enriched with historical facts, we need to retell one of the more coloristic reports of Svend Poulsen. So: the Swedish squatters occupied estates in South Zealand and Jungshoved Manor was one of them. The Gønge fightersalso called 'Snapphane' - which alludes to tap on their sophisticated long gun, theGønge gun - was famous / notorious for their expertise as shooters. One day the Swedish captain was sitting byopen windows at the Jungshoved Manor (not quite sure of the exact location), and in this moment a bullet went through his head. The shot is attributed to Svend Poulsen. Amidst the confusion of Swedish soldiers under attack arrives a horseman who says he has seen Svend Poulsen in the area and offers to take them to the site. When the Swedish soldiersarrive, they – you had of course already guessed - fall into a trap and wereshot.
Granted, there is a touch ofRobin Hood withSvend Poulsen. But mostly the story is the plain truth. Apart from that part of the truth, that seems to improve itself. Stories are like vintage wine, they get better every year, they are in stock.
Was Svend Poulsen as an anti-authoritarian rebels, a revolutionary? Hardly. He had clear authorities, and he was true to the Danish king, both Christian IV and later Frederik III. He was rather nationalist at Danish side towards the quite brutal Swedish king who sent his soldiers capturingGönge people / Snapphanes, including civilians, beheading them and puttingtheir heads on a spit along the southern Swedish roads in the best Turkish-Romanian style - or as Emperor Nero.Thisalso tells the prehistory of why the people of Southern Swedentoday are so fond of Danes and so little of government Swedes.
But if you shave the worst nonsense aside in Swedish Carit Etlars adventurenovel, we find a reasonable well documentedhistorical person inside the cartoon character.
Svend Poulsen (1610-1679) had the name from Göinge Herred between Skåne and Halland in Southern Sweden, then Danish country. From childhood he was trained in the Gönge life: he was at the age of eight years survive three months alone in the woods with guns, gunpowder and a hunting knife. Learn to survive or perish.
He participated as a soldier in 1625 in Christian IV's involvement in the 30 Years War and in 1628 as a lance corporal in the Funen Regiment under Holger Rosenkrantz. His talents as a tactic puts earned him promotion to corporal.
After the war he returned to Halland, where he became aquanted withthe head of Göngerin Sweden, Bent Mogensen. In 1644 they fought the Swedishking, whereby the price put onSvend Gønge'shead grew significantly.
In 1659 he operated between Praestøand Køge in South Zealand, and pulled over to the small, flat island Nyord by the langer island Mön. From there he returned to the Danish capitol atthe Storm onCopenhagen, and it is told that his 50-party company claimed the lives of 200 Swedes Nørrevold, the northern barricades, while they themselves suffered losses of only five men.
As payment for his efforts, he was awarded Lundbygård Estate near Vordingborg, but his talents were not as landlord, but as a warrior, so he had to leave the place. We find him again in 1675 as land captain and later major in Stevns involved in the Skåne War.
Then he moves back to the Lundby and living in Lundby guildhall. His death is unknown, but it is somewhere between 1679-91. He issaid to be buried under Lundby Church.
Thus enriched with historical facts, we need to retell one of the more coloristic reports of Svend Poulsen. So: the Swedish squatters occupied estates in South Zealand and Jungshoved Manor was one of them. The Gønge fightersalso called 'Snapphane' - which alludes to tap on their sophisticated long gun, theGønge gun - was famous / notorious for their expertise as shooters. One day the Swedish captain was sitting byopen windows at the Jungshoved Manor (not quite sure of the exact location), and in this moment a bullet went through his head. The shot is attributed to Svend Poulsen. Amidst the confusion of Swedish soldiers under attack arrives a horseman who says he has seen Svend Poulsen in the area and offers to take them to the site. When the Swedish soldiersarrive, they – you had of course already guessed - fall into a trap and wereshot.
Granted, there is a touch ofRobin Hood withSvend Poulsen. But mostly the story is the plain truth. Apart from that part of the truth, that seems to improve itself. Stories are like vintage wine, they get better every year, they are in stock.
Was Svend Poulsen as an anti-authoritarian rebels, a revolutionary? Hardly. He had clear authorities, and he was true to the Danish king, both Christian IV and later Frederik III. He was rather nationalist at Danish side towards the quite brutal Swedish king who sent his soldiers capturingGönge people / Snapphanes, including civilians, beheading them and puttingtheir heads on a spit along the southern Swedish roads in the best Turkish-Romanian style - or as Emperor Nero.Thisalso tells the prehistory of why the people of Southern Swedentoday are so fond of Danes and so little of government Swedes.
Recycling of your own water
I know, this is a topic that for most people will, shall we say, provoke certain reactions. It has previously been introduced, but let's get a little deeper with it.
It is completely obvious that we have a built-in aversion to the water that comes out of ourselves and that this aversion is rooted in what we were taught in our childhood. But to the point:
Urine is sterile. Urine comes from your kidneys, which is the Universe's best destilator. Urine is biochemicallyand homeopathicallyidentical to blood plasma. Urine IS your blood minus the red and white blood cells. The false myth is that urine is impure, though it is absolutesterile. It also goes to the fact that in the case of waste, although in the case of excess nutrients. Your faeces are wastes derived from the liver and intestines. Urine is filtered balancedblood.
Urine therapy is well documented through 1000's of studies, many of which 'pier reviewed'. The pharmaceutical industry extracts urea from pig and cow urine, and these extracts are blah in cosmetic skin cream. So what is urine therapy?
It is for example a millennium-old practice known by yogis. Mahatma Gandhi practiced it every day of his life. How? One way is to store the first dose of morning water and drink it. Here, you ask, how can I? The answer is: it's a mental exercise. Urine does not taste bad, but because you have built a lifelong aversion, thistells your brain you that it tastes bad. It tastes differently each day depending on your digestion the day before. If you eat heavy meat dishes, the taste will be strong. Vegetarians will have an easy time, it might taste like coconut water. If you tend to get dehydrated by not drinking enough water, it will be a strong taste.
The method is to start small. Close nostril, in the beginning dilute it if necessary with water or juice,drink as much as you can and hold your breath, without opening your nostrils shift to a glass of water, so that the last mouthful cleans the mouth. You may develop you own ways. Get usedto it, for it is purely mental. The more you drink the better.
But why? What about the following: if you take your morning urine, you willnot be sick. You are boostingyour immune system. If you take your morning urine, you are not undernourished, because it contains everything you need. If you are in an emergency situation, you can survive by recycling your water. Ask survival experts - ask the military. They have it as teaching material.
Why is this issue so demonized? Exactly for these and other reasons. It's the same reason that all other charitable funds to good health, the pharmaceutical industry does not like, and which the industry through its unlimited resources has gained opportunity to scare humanity from using. A parallel example is hemp - which isundoubtedly the most potent, most charitable and most versatile plant in the world.
What else is your own water good for? Save a portion in the morning and use it emediately as a skin cream. Some never shower but use only urine. Note that it is absorbed by the skin and does not smell. One of the myths about urine is that it smells. But that smell is your toilet, and the fact, that old urine - of course - attracts bacteria because it is organic material. Urine curesskin diseases. Wash your hair in urine and regain your hair color.
And here comes the most amazing. But it requires a radical approach that few are ready for. If you choose to take your own water for a month and nothing else, then something very special happens: You areback-dating your life by 20 years!
What do you say just for that?
It is completely obvious that we have a built-in aversion to the water that comes out of ourselves and that this aversion is rooted in what we were taught in our childhood. But to the point:
Urine is sterile. Urine comes from your kidneys, which is the Universe's best destilator. Urine is biochemicallyand homeopathicallyidentical to blood plasma. Urine IS your blood minus the red and white blood cells. The false myth is that urine is impure, though it is absolutesterile. It also goes to the fact that in the case of waste, although in the case of excess nutrients. Your faeces are wastes derived from the liver and intestines. Urine is filtered balancedblood.
It is for example a millennium-old practice known by yogis. Mahatma Gandhi practiced it every day of his life. How? One way is to store the first dose of morning water and drink it. Here, you ask, how can I? The answer is: it's a mental exercise. Urine does not taste bad, but because you have built a lifelong aversion, thistells your brain you that it tastes bad. It tastes differently each day depending on your digestion the day before. If you eat heavy meat dishes, the taste will be strong. Vegetarians will have an easy time, it might taste like coconut water. If you tend to get dehydrated by not drinking enough water, it will be a strong taste.
The method is to start small. Close nostril, in the beginning dilute it if necessary with water or juice,drink as much as you can and hold your breath, without opening your nostrils shift to a glass of water, so that the last mouthful cleans the mouth. You may develop you own ways. Get usedto it, for it is purely mental. The more you drink the better.
But why? What about the following: if you take your morning urine, you willnot be sick. You are boostingyour immune system. If you take your morning urine, you are not undernourished, because it contains everything you need. If you are in an emergency situation, you can survive by recycling your water. Ask survival experts - ask the military. They have it as teaching material.
Why is this issue so demonized? Exactly for these and other reasons. It's the same reason that all other charitable funds to good health, the pharmaceutical industry does not like, and which the industry through its unlimited resources has gained opportunity to scare humanity from using. A parallel example is hemp - which isundoubtedly the most potent, most charitable and most versatile plant in the world.
What else is your own water good for? Save a portion in the morning and use it emediately as a skin cream. Some never shower but use only urine. Note that it is absorbed by the skin and does not smell. One of the myths about urine is that it smells. But that smell is your toilet, and the fact, that old urine - of course - attracts bacteria because it is organic material. Urine curesskin diseases. Wash your hair in urine and regain your hair color.
And here comes the most amazing. But it requires a radical approach that few are ready for. If you choose to take your own water for a month and nothing else, then something very special happens: You areback-dating your life by 20 years!
What do you say just for that?
The animals in the garden
I am privileged, or: I have brought me in a privileged position. I live in a house from 1780, with a thatched roof and half-timbering. As annex, there is a gazebo, a downscaling ofthe main house + a flack shed, which usedto be the workshop a boat builder. On the grounds of 2000 m2 are additional two buildings: a chicken coop, and a smoker. The area / village house has fishermen as dormer owners whohad to be able to fume theircatch.
The house and annexe just got a new roof completed by a team of Hungarian thachersand the straw came from a lake between Budapest and Lake Balaton. A new thatch is profoundlybeautiful!
The garden is a pantry. There are two pear trees, old varieties, it is said that the new varieties will no longer grow in Denmark due to hange in climate. And YES, the climate is changing, as it has done throughout the Earth's lifetime. Earth is a woman, and she has varying temperaments due to her aquantance with Father Sun. Forget cartel-globalist humbug and fraud on 'man-made'global warming, because you shut the 'toxin'CO2 into the atmosphere' ... and do not get me started here!
Beside the bulbs are two excellent apple trees also with old Danish varieties. Denmark is the undisputed best climate for two growths: apples and Christmas trees. The latter leads me to draw on shoulders and smile in these times, but it's a fact. The first gives pause for thought, for what do the Danes oabout it? It should teem with apple orchards, and Denmark should be a leader in the production of cider, apple cider, apple schnapps, apple chutney - in short: apple products of all kinds. Import-apples for eating and cooking should be completely excluded and unnecessary, but nevertheless the stupid human consumption Danes with bad taste and low sense of quality abandoned the Danish apples and is now buying apples transported all the way from New Zealand, that taste like water with a twist!
Beside the apple trees there is a plum tree, scattered brambles, red currants, rhubarbs, wild strawberries, ground elder, nettles, elderberry, various wild herbs (lemon balm, mint, chives, donkeys ears). All this without doing anything to cultivate it. Then add to this an untapped potential for vegetable garden - it will be next season.
But a vegetable garden also has a potential challenge - residents on site, which also has an interest in varied diet. We are talking about deer and hares, but a fence can easily keep them out, and they are welcome. From my domesticwork place, I look out into the garden. What is more uplifting than seeing a young, elegant deer eatinggrass and strawberries on a misty morning?
The squirrel jumps high in the grass. The pheasant cock is strutting attentively - it knows that it is exposed for all pheasants in Denmarka put out for hunters fault. The hareis seen jumping around. There are a multitude of birds: the monk, blackbird, forest dove, pine warbler, sparrow, chaffinches. There is also the hunter: the sparrow hawk. When it comes through the garden, seen a swarm of small birds. It is a skilled hunter. It can both pursue its small preythrough the treetops and land on the ground thenspeeding through the bushes. Today it actually was the closest to collide with my window in search of sparrows. I heard a banging noiseon the window and see its underside with gray and dots.
Last night there were strange noises. When I opened the window, you could see where they came from: it was the owl-concert from the bog, this amazing and mysterious animal. In the travel seasons there are thousands of geese. You can hear them in advance. Like swans they are the heavy and muscular animals and their sounds in flight is probably a side effect of the muscles and lungs, they simply can not help it- like some female tennis players. Their flying wing-shaped formations of up to 200 speciescan be seen in spring and autumn. On a field there was a several thousands resting one day. In spring, they have a long journey to Lapland and Siberia. In autumn they are moving to southern Europe and Egypt.
And nowis the sea eagle has come back. I saw itthe other day. It had two pesky crows in the ass, who believed that it was their turf.
Sea Life I will provisionally not make me wise on. But it commits course to stay in 'The Major's' House', where former owner, anold mariner and warrior, built clinker-built boats in his retirement days. When I open my electric cabinet, there hangs a typed list of wind forces descibing the wind effect inland. You had to read the weather before you went out on the water:
The house and annexe just got a new roof completed by a team of Hungarian thachersand the straw came from a lake between Budapest and Lake Balaton. A new thatch is profoundlybeautiful!
The garden is a pantry. There are two pear trees, old varieties, it is said that the new varieties will no longer grow in Denmark due to hange in climate. And YES, the climate is changing, as it has done throughout the Earth's lifetime. Earth is a woman, and she has varying temperaments due to her aquantance with Father Sun. Forget cartel-globalist humbug and fraud on 'man-made'global warming, because you shut the 'toxin'CO2 into the atmosphere' ... and do not get me started here!
Beside the bulbs are two excellent apple trees also with old Danish varieties. Denmark is the undisputed best climate for two growths: apples and Christmas trees. The latter leads me to draw on shoulders and smile in these times, but it's a fact. The first gives pause for thought, for what do the Danes oabout it? It should teem with apple orchards, and Denmark should be a leader in the production of cider, apple cider, apple schnapps, apple chutney - in short: apple products of all kinds. Import-apples for eating and cooking should be completely excluded and unnecessary, but nevertheless the stupid human consumption Danes with bad taste and low sense of quality abandoned the Danish apples and is now buying apples transported all the way from New Zealand, that taste like water with a twist!
Beside the apple trees there is a plum tree, scattered brambles, red currants, rhubarbs, wild strawberries, ground elder, nettles, elderberry, various wild herbs (lemon balm, mint, chives, donkeys ears). All this without doing anything to cultivate it. Then add to this an untapped potential for vegetable garden - it will be next season.
But a vegetable garden also has a potential challenge - residents on site, which also has an interest in varied diet. We are talking about deer and hares, but a fence can easily keep them out, and they are welcome. From my domesticwork place, I look out into the garden. What is more uplifting than seeing a young, elegant deer eatinggrass and strawberries on a misty morning?
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| A young deer on my lawn. Dew is destilled water condensing on grass. This, by the way has the same qualities, as your 'own water'. |
The squirrel jumps high in the grass. The pheasant cock is strutting attentively - it knows that it is exposed for all pheasants in Denmarka put out for hunters fault. The hareis seen jumping around. There are a multitude of birds: the monk, blackbird, forest dove, pine warbler, sparrow, chaffinches. There is also the hunter: the sparrow hawk. When it comes through the garden, seen a swarm of small birds. It is a skilled hunter. It can both pursue its small preythrough the treetops and land on the ground thenspeeding through the bushes. Today it actually was the closest to collide with my window in search of sparrows. I heard a banging noiseon the window and see its underside with gray and dots.
Last night there were strange noises. When I opened the window, you could see where they came from: it was the owl-concert from the bog, this amazing and mysterious animal. In the travel seasons there are thousands of geese. You can hear them in advance. Like swans they are the heavy and muscular animals and their sounds in flight is probably a side effect of the muscles and lungs, they simply can not help it- like some female tennis players. Their flying wing-shaped formations of up to 200 speciescan be seen in spring and autumn. On a field there was a several thousands resting one day. In spring, they have a long journey to Lapland and Siberia. In autumn they are moving to southern Europe and Egypt.
And nowis the sea eagle has come back. I saw itthe other day. It had two pesky crows in the ass, who believed that it was their turf.
Sea Life I will provisionally not make me wise on. But it commits course to stay in 'The Major's' House', where former owner, anold mariner and warrior, built clinker-built boats in his retirement days. When I open my electric cabinet, there hangs a typed list of wind forces descibing the wind effect inland. You had to read the weather before you went out on the water:
Wind force | Speeds | Wind effects |
0 - Calm | Less than 1 (knots) | The smoke rises straight up |
1 | 1 - 3 | The smoke goes slightly downwind |
2 - Weak breeze | 4 - 6 | The leaves are moving and lifting a pennant |
3 - Light breeze | 7 - 10 | Twigs moves and flags and pennants stretched out |
4 - Moderate breeze | 11 - 16 | Dust and paper raised |
5 - Fresh breeze | 17 - 21 | Small trees are moving and coming peaked wavelets |
6 – Gales | 22 - 27 | Large branches move, and telephone wires sing |
7 - Stiff gales | 28 - 33 | Larger trees moving, and it is tiring to go against the wind |
8 - Heavy gales | 34 - 40 | Twigs and branches broken, and it is difficult on foot to stride forward against the wind |
9 - Storm | 41 - 47 | Logs rays, and large branches snapped off - roof tiles can blow down, and it's hard to stand in the wind |
10 - Strong storm | 48 - 55 | Trees can be uprooted and roofs can blow down (rare wind speed inland) |
11 - Hurricane-like storm | 53 - 56 | Numerous devastating effects (rare) |
12 - Hurricane | 63 - 71 | Severe damage (very rare) |
13 - 17 | 72 - 118 | (not occurred in this country) |
Wind force is measured in relation Beaufort scale, where 10 knots = 5.14 m / s or 18.52 km / h. I thank the old sailor for his entry in the closet.
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Mobning – et symptom på tvangskultur
Børn agerer ondsindet mod hinanden i skolen, siges der. Og det er ikke blot noget, der siges, der er praksis og erfaring for det. Spørg evt børnene, hvis du mener, at de har noget at skulle have sagt.
Velmenende lærere, forældre og politikere/undervisnings-ideologer udtænker og igangsætter en sværm af tiltag og politikker. Der tales, der problematiseres, der diskuteres, der lovgives, der iværksættes kampagner, der implementeres leveregler, der udråbes ikke-tolerance, der psykologiseres, der analyseres, der straffes, der terapeutiseres, der gøres management-tiltag.
Det er efterhånden ikke kun hos skolebørn, at man taler om mobning. Arbejdspladser har nu også medarbejder-politikker eller 'trivsel-op-undersøgelser', hvor mobning indgår som element. Noget, der startede i skolen, er nu ankommet til de lokaler med borde og stole, hvor voksne mennesker befinder sig i deres arbejdsliv. Velmenende HR-folk og virksomhedsledere foranstalter handleplaner, medarbejderudviklings-samtaler (MUS), seminarer, workshops, gå-hjem-måder, jeg-skal-gi-dig-skaja og så-ka-de-lære-det-ka-de ...
Hvad var det, der startede i skolen?
Det er meget simpelt. I skolen startede tvangskulturen. Her startede sidde-stille-øvelserne, her startede hold-kæft-til-du-bliver-spurgt-træningen. I skolen startede øvelser i at repetere for-fordøjet information, som aldrig blev til egentlig viden. I skolen startede en årelang aflæring af det naturlige, sunde instinkt, hvor man spurgte 'dumt' for at få egentlige svar. I skolen startede en serie kunstige situationer behæftet med frygt, hvor man blev tvunget til at måle sig selv op imod to systemer: korrekthed i forhold til skolens pensum og dens krav om præstation og den sociale accept i klasserum, gårdrum og lærer-elev-rum. Klarede du dig i disse rum? Du var til daglig eksamen både i timerne og i frikvartererne.
Når børn - og voksne - mobber, opfører de sig helt efter bogen: som rotter i et bur, som væsener, der er spærret inde og er tvunget til unaturlig adfærd, hvor de som følge deraf snerrer indadtil grundet en indespærring påført dem udadtil.
Er det nogen, der taler om det?
Lennox Lewis - verdens bedste bokser
Man kan sige, at boksning er ritualiseret vold mellem mandspersoner i forskellige vægtklasser, hvor sværvægt altid har været den mest fascinerende.
Dernæst kan man sige, at der er en vis dominans af sorte boksere grundet deres fysik. Der er en imponerende stribe: Muhammed Ali (Cassius Clay), Mike Tyson, Evander Hollyfield, Lennox Lewis, listen er lang. Hi-scoren er selvfølgelig generationsbestemt, men i nyere tid er der én person, der træder frem som helt unik. Og nej, det er ikke legenden Muhammed Ali, der er ikke slagteren med tyrenakken Mike Tyson. Det er englænderen Lennox Lewis, der brænder rent igennem.
Hans stil kan beskrives. Måske skal man starte med hans attitude, som den kan aflæses i hans kropssprog. Og hvis ikke boksning er kropssprog, hvad er så?
Lewis griner aldrig af sin modstander på forhånd. Han er introvert, afmålt, reserveret. Men han kryber heller ikke langs muren. Hans fremtoning er paradoksal: på én gang ekstrem maskulin - hvilken bokser er ikke det? - men også med feminine træk: langt hår samlet i nakken, bløde ansigtstræk, store behagelig øjne. Når man hører ham tale, er der en ærlighed over ham. Han praler ikke ved at nedgøre sine modstandere, men han nedgør heller ikke sig selv. Lewis er anderledes.
Se den berømte kamp mellem Lewis og Tyson. Lad os bare sige, at Tyson får en del bank. Han når aldrig ind til Lewis. Og hvordan bokser han?
Han holder hele tiden sin modstander på afstand med sine venstrehånds-jabs. Og hans arme er lange ligesom hans krop. I det splitsekund, hvor modstanderen er åben efter et mislykket angreb, slår han til med sin højre hånd. I sine unge dage kunne han afgøre en kamp i første runde. I sine ældre dage bliver han, som han selv udtrykker det efter den berømte kamp mod Mike Tyson, som 'fin lagret vin', der bliver bedre med årene i modsætning til Tyson, der var uovervindelig i sine unge dage.
Men det, der først og fremmest kendetegner Lennox Lewis er en skønhed i bevægelserne. Man sagde om Muhammed Ali, at han dansede, for det gjorde han, når han mødte fysisk stærkere modstandere. Men Lewis danser uden afbrydelse, selv når han pander sin modstander ned.
Kommisæren
Fænomenet opstod under bolsjevismen. De for en stor dels vedkommende jødiske kommisærer var drivkraften i den russiske revolution, hvor de myrdede 10 millioner russere. Russerne havde svært ved at torturere og myrde andre russere, men kommisærerne havde ingen problemer med den slags. Uden en sådan non-empatisk distance kunne denne og lignende revolutioner aldrig have fundet sted. Ved den sovjettiske fremrykning fulgte kommissærerne med og skreg soldaterne ind i ørerne, at de skulle myrde så mange civile tyskere og voldtage så mange tyske kvinder som overhovedet muligt. Alene i Østpresussen blev der voldtaget to millioner tyske kvinder! Især Stalins propagandaminister, den jødiske over-kommissær Ilya Ehrenburg, er forbundet med denne agenda.
En kommisær kunne gøre ting mod mennesker, der var grænseoverskridende i forhold til almen menneskelighed udfra intuitiv sund fornuft og normalt menneskesyn. Hvordan, hvorfor? Fordi kommisæren havde ideologi, hvilket folket ikke havde. Ideologi er abstraktion, et systematisk tankekompleks, der abstraherer = fjerner sig = trækker sig tilbage fra folks hverdag og folks tankesæt. Når man er ideolog, behøver man ikke at udvise empati. Ideologi er i værste fald intellektuelt legitimeret psykopati.
En kommissær behøver ikke at lytte efter folk, bortset fra dem, der har udsendt ham med sin opgave - com-missio: at sende med. Kommissærer er ikke folkevalgte, de er udpegede og indsatte i posten. Kommissærer er ikke bundet af demokratisk eller folkeretslig etik. En kommission er en betaling for udført arbejde. Kommissærer modtager ofte retur-kommission.
I EU kaldes Kommissionen for det eksekutive, det udførende organ, for EU. Bag dette ord gemmer sig det faktum, at EU-Kommissionen bestående af udpegede, ikke-folkevalgte kommisærer bestemmer og udfører ALT, og det såkaldt folkevalgte EU-Parlamentet knokler løs med papirarbejde uden i realiteten at bestemme NOGET. De skriver under hér. For at udføre dette nyttige idiotarbejde og for at medvirke i det store teater for folkene, mens deres nationalstater ganske langsomt bliver afviklet, får både kommissærer - især - og pseudoparlamentarikerne en enorm løn med klækkelige skattefordele + en pension resten af deres dage, som stort set svarer til løn i arbejde. Så forstår man straks, at EU fattes penge, så de bliver nødt til at udplyndre Sydeuropa - og Ukraine.
Der sidder lige for tiden en stak russere, der er ved at dø af grin over, at EU er ved at begå den 'fejltagelse', som Sovjetstaten begik. De kalder det for EUSSR. Hvorvidt nogen af disse totalitær-bureaukratiske regimer overhovedet var en fejltagelse set ovenfra står selvfølgelig til diskussion.
Svend Poulsen - en dansk folkehelt?
Ja, du har gættet rigtigt. Vi taler om selveste Gøngehøvdingen, den legendariske, den sagnomspundne, den filmatiserede.
Men hvis man barberer det værste sludder og vrøvl bort fra Carit Etlars drengerøvsroman, så bor der en rimelig veldokumentet historisk person inde i tegneserie-karakteren.
Svend Poulsen Gønge (1610-1679) havde navn fra Göinge Herred mellem Skåne og Halland, dengang dansk land. Fra barnsben blev han oplært i gøngernes levevis: han skulle i en alder af otte år overleve tre måneder alene i skoven med gevær, krudt og en jagtkniv.
Han deltog som soldat i 1625 i Christian IV's engagement i 30-årskrigen og i 1628 som underkorporal i den fynske regiment under Holger Rosenkrantz. Hans talenter som taktiklægger skaffede ham forfremmelse til korporal.
Efter krigen vendte han hjem til Halland, hvor han lærte lederen af gøngerne i Sverige, Bent Mogensen, at kende. I 1644 kæmpede disse sammen mod svenskerkongen, hvorved prisen på Svend Gønges hoved voksede betydeligt.
Svend Påvelsen, som svenskerne kaldte ham, var yderst dreven i, hvad vi i dag ville kalde for guerilla- eller partisankrig. I de skovbevoksede pas i Hallandsåsen bekrigede hans grupper de svenske soldater med stor dygtighed, og han slap afsted med det. Men han måtte flygte til Sjælland i 1657-58, hvor de svenske besættelsestropper også huserede. Han var med bag murene ved Københavns belejring i 1658. Svenske kirke-annaler dokumenter, at han var med til at nedlægge omkring 2000 svenske og tyske soldater ved København og ved Kronborg.
I 1659 opererede han mellem Præstø og Køge, og trak sig over til øen Nyord ved Møn. Herfra vendte han tilbage til Københaven ved Stormen mod København, og der fortælles, at hans 50 mands kompagni nedlagde 200 svenskere ved Nørrevold, mens de selv kun led tab på fem mand.
Som betaling for sin indsats fik han tildelt Lundbygård Gods ved Vordingborg, men hans talenter var ikke som godsejer, men som kriger. Vi finder ham igen i 1675 som landskaptajn og senere major på Stevns involveret i den Skånske krig.
Herefter flytter han tilbage til Lundby og bor i Lundby Gildehus. Hans dødsår er uvist, men det er mellem 1679-91. Hans siges at ligge begravet under Lundby Kirke.
Således beriget med historiske facts bliver vi nødt til at genfortælle en af de mere koloristiske beretninger om Svend Poulsen Gønge. Altså: de svenske besættere okkuperede herregårdene på Sydsjælland, og Jungshoved Herregård var en af dem. Gøngerne også kaldet 'Snaphanerne' - hvilket hentyder til hanen på deres sofistikerede gevær, Gøngebøssen - var berømte/berygtede for deres ekspertise som skytter. En dag sidder den svenske kaptajn for åbne vinduer på herregården, og i dette hensunkne øjeblik farer en kugle gennem hovedet på ham. Skuddet tilskrives Svend Poulsen. Midt i forvirringen af svenske soldater under angreb ankommer en rytter, der siger, at han har set Svend Poulsen i området og tilbyder at føre dem til stedet. Da de svenske ryttere når frem, falder de selvfølgelig i en fælde og bliver skudt.
Indrømmet: der er noget Robin Hood over Svend Poulsen. Men det meste at fortællingen er den rene og skære sandhed. Bortset fra den del af sandheden, der pynter lidt på sig selv. Fortællinger er ligesom årgangsvin: de bliver bedre for hvert år, de ligger på lager.
Var Svend Poulsen så en antiautoritær oprører? Bestemt ikke. Han havde klare autoriteter, og han var tro mod den danske konge, både Christian d. IV og senere Frederik d. III. Han var snarere nationalist på dansk side mod den ganske brutale svenskekonge, som lod sine soldater indfange gønger/snaphaner, dekapitere dem og sætte deres hoveder på spid langs de sydsvenske veje i bedste tyrkisk-rumænske stil - eller som Kejser Nero.
Loyalitetsforholdet fortæller også forhistorien om, hvorfor sydsvenskere den dag i dag holder så meget af danskere og så lidt af regeringssvenskerne.
Recirkulering af dit eget vand
Jeg ved det, dette er et emne, der får det til at vende sig i dig. Det er før blevet introduceret, men lad os komme lidt til bunds med det.
Det er fuldstændig indlysende, at vi har en indbygget aversion mod det vand, der kommer ud af os selv, og at denne aversion har sit udspring i vores barndom. Men til sagen:
Urin er sterilt. Urin stammer fra dine nyrer, der er universets bedste destilator. Urin er biokemisk og homøopatisk identisk med blodplasma. Urin ER dit blod minus de røde og hvide blodceller. Den falske myte går på, at urin er urent, selvom det er sterilt. Den går også på, at der er tale om affaldsstoffer, selvom der er tale om overflødige næringsstoffer. Dine fækalier er affaldsstoffer, som stammer fra leveren og tarmsystemet. Urin er filtreret, afballanceret blod.
Urinterapi er veldokumenteret gennem 1000-vis af studier, hvoraf mange 'pier reviewed'. Medicinalindustrien udtrækker urea fra svine- og ko-urin, og disse udtræk findes bla i kosmetisk hud-creme. Så hvad er urin-terapi?
Det er fx en årtusind-gammel praksis kendt af yogier. Mahatma Gandhi praktiserede den hver dag i sit liv. Hvordan? En af måderne er at lagre den første dosis af morgenvand og drikke det. Her spørger du: hvordan kan jeg det? Svaret er: det er en mental øvelse. Urin smager ikke dårligt, men fordi du har opbygget en livslang aversion, så fortæller din hjerne dig, at det smager dårligt.
Metoden er at starte i det små. Luk for næseboret, drik så meget, du kan, fortynd det evt med vand eller juice. Vend dig til det, for det er rent mentalt. Jo mere, jo bedre.
Jamen hvorfor? Hvad med følgende: hvis du indtager din morgenurin, bliver du ikke syg. Du booster dit immunforsvar. Hvis du indtager din morgenurin, bliver du ikke underernæret, for det indeholder alt, du har brug for. Hvis du befinder dig i en nødssituation, kan du overleve ved at recirkulere dit vand. Spørg overlevelseseksperterne - spørg militæret. De har det som undervisningsmateriale.
Hvorfor er dette emne så dæmoniseret? Det er af samme grund som alle andre velgørende midler til et godt helbred, som medicinalindustrien ikke bryder sig om, og som industrien via dens ubegrænsede midler har skaffet sig mulighed for at skræmme menneskeheden fra at bruge. Et parallelt eksempel er hamp - den uden sidestykke mest potente, mest velgørende og mest alsidige plante i verden.
Hvad er dit eget vand mere godt for? Gem det og brug det som hudcreme. Læg mærke til, at det absorberes af hud og ikke lugter. En af myterne om urin er, at det lugter. Men det, der lugter er dit toilet, hvor gammel urin - selvfølgelig - tiltrækker sig bakterier, fordi det er organisk materiale. Urin kurerer hudsygdomme. Vask dit hår i urin og genvind din hårfarve.
Og her kommer det mest fantastiske. Men det kræver en radikal tilgang, som de færreste er klar til. Hvis du vælger at indtage dit eget vand i en måned og INTET ANDET, så sker der noget ganske særligt: Du tilbage-daterer dit liv med 20 år!
Hvad siger du lige til det?
Dyrene i haven
Jeg er priviligeret, eller: jeg har bragt mig i en priviligeret position. Jeg bor i et hus fra 1780 med stråtag og bindingsværk. Som anneks er der et havehus, der er en nedkopiering af hovedbygningen + en sort skur, som har være værksted for en bådebygger. På den store grund på 2000 m2 findes yderliger to bygninger: et hønsehus og en røgeovn. Området/landsbyen har huset fiskere, derfor måtte man være i stand til at røge sin fangst.
Huset og annekset har lige fået nyt tag lagt af et hold af ungarske tækkere, og stråene stammer fra en sø mellem Budapest og Balaton-søen. Et nyt stråtag er vanvittig smukt!
Haven er et spisekammer. Der findes to pæretræer, gamle sorter, det siges at nye sorter ikke længere vil gro i Danmark pga. forandring i klimaet. Og JA, klimaet forandrer sig, som det har gjort i hele Jordens levetid. Jorden er en kvinde, og hun har skiftende temperamenter. Glem alt kartel-globalistisk humbug og svindel om 'menneskeskabt global opvarmning, fordi du lukker giftstoffet CO2 ud i atmosfæren' ... and don't get me started here!
Ved siden af pærerne står to fremragende æbletræer ligeledes med gamle danske sorter. Danmark er det ubestridte bedste klima for to gevækster: æbler og juletræer. Det sidste får mig til at trække på skuldre og smilebånd i disse tider, men det er et faktum. Det første giver grund til eftertanke, for hvad gør danskerne ved det? Det burde vrimle med æbleplantager, og Danmark burde være førende indenfor produktion af æblevin, æblecider, æblesnaps, æblechutney - kort sagt: æbleprodukter af alle slags. Import-æbler til spisning og madlavning burde være fuldstændig udelukket og unødvendigt, men ikke desto mindre køber de dumme konsumdanskere dårlige, smagsforladte æbler transporteret helt fra New Zealand!
Ved siden af æbletræerne findes der et blommetræ, spredte brombærkrat, ribsbuske, rabarber, skovjordbær, skvalderkål, brændenælder, hyldebær, diverse vildtvoksende krydderurter (citronmelisse, mynte, purløg, lammeøre). Læg dertil et uudnyttet potentiale for køkkenhave - det bliver næste sæson.
Men en køkkenhave har også en potentiel udfordring - beboere på stedet, der også har en interesse i varieret kost. Vi taler om hjorte og harer, men et hegn kan sagtens holde dem ude, og de er velkomne. Fra min hjemme-arbejdsplads ser jeg ud i haven. Hvad er mere opløftende end at se en ung, elegant hjort gå og æde græs og jordbær en diset morgen?
Egernet hopper højt i græsset. Fasanen spankulerer opmærksomt - den ved, at den er udsat (i ordets to betydninger), for alle fasaner i DK er sat ud for jægernes skyld. Haren er set hoppe rundt. Der er et væld af fugle: munken, solsorten, skovduen, gransangeren, gråspurven, bogfinken. Der er også jægeren: spurvehøgen. Når den kommer gennem haven, ses en sværm af småfugle. Den er en dygtig jæger. Den kan både forfølge sit småbytre gennem trækronerne og lande på jorden og spæne gennem krattet. I dag var den nærmest ved at kollidere med mit vindue i jagten på småkræet. Jeg hører smældet på ruden og ser dens underside med gråt og prikker.
I nat var der sære lyde. Da jeg åbnede vinduet var det tydeligt, hvor de kom fra: det var ugle-koncert fra mosen, dette fantastiske og mystiske dyr. I træk-sæssonen er der tusindvis af gæs. Man kan høre dem i forvejen. Ligesom svaner er de tunge og muskuløse dyr, og deres lyde under flyvningen er sandsynligvis en bivirkning af muskler og lunger, de kan simpelthen ikke lade være ligesom visse kvindelige tennisspillere. Deres flyvende vingeformede formationer på op til 200 eksemplarer kan ses forår og efterår. På en mark lå der en dag flere tusinde og hvilede sig. Om foråret har de en lang rejse for sig til Lapland og Sibirien. Om efteråret er de på vej til Sydeuropa og Egypten.
Og så er havørnen kommet tilbage. Jeg så den forleden. Den havde to irriterende krager i røven, som mente, at det var deres territorium.
Livet i havet vil jeg foreløbig ikke gøre mig klog på. Men det forpligter jo at bo i 'majorens' hus, for en gamle søulk og kriger byggede klinkbyggede joller på sine ældre dage. Når jeg åbner mit el-skab, hænger der en maskinskrevet liste over vindstyrker. Man var nødt til at læse vind og vejr, inden man tog ud på vandet:
| Vindstyrke | Hastigheder | Vindens virkninger |
0 - Vindstille | Mindre end 1 (knob) | Røgen stiger lige op |
1 | 1 - 3 | Røgen går svagt i vindretningen |
2 - Svag vind | 4 - 6 | Bladene bevæger sig og en vimpel løftes |
3 - Let brise | 7 - 10 | Kviste bevæger sig og flag og vimpler strækkes ud |
4 - Jævn brise | 11 - 16 | Støv og papir løftes |
5 - Frisk brise | 17 - 21 | Små træer bevæger sig, og der kommer toppede småbølger |
6 - Kuling | 22 - 27 | Store grene bevæger sig, og telefontrådene synger |
7 - Stiv kuling | 28 - 33 | Større træer bevæger sig, og det er trættende at gå imod vinden |
8 - Hård kuling | 34 - 40 | Kviste og grene knækkes, og det er besværligt til fods at stride sig frem imod vinden |
9 - Storm | 41 - 47 | Træstammer rokker, og store grene knækkes af - tagsten kan blæse ned, og det er svært at stå stille i vinden |
10 - Stærk storm | 48 - 55 | Træer kan rives op med rode, og tage kan blæse ned (sjælden vindstyrke inde i landet) |
11 - Orkanagtig storm | 53 - 56 | Talrige ødelæggende virkninger (sjælden) |
12 - Orkan | 63 - 71 | Voldsomme ødelæggelser (meget sjælden) |
13 - 17 | 72 - 118 | (ikke forekommet her til lands) |
Vindstyrken måles ift Beaufort-skalaen, hvor 10 knob = 5.14 m/s eller 18.52 km/t. Vi takker søulken for hans opslag i skabet.
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