Thursday Fake people Fake lives and not a pot to piss in

This man is a fake. He lives less than half a mile from me. He has no land and no field in this valley. He makes out he has sheep too, but they belong to a neighbor. This is a typical new comer full of shit in his 2nd home. Whatever his claimed assets are, land here is not one of them. 

Ive found other videos of him wandering around another farmers field claiming that is his too. There is no end to the possible deception possible online. He is obviously compensating for a lack of something or maybe just looking for local attention. In reality he's just a sad joke. 

The hills have eyes. No, seriously.

On Sunday I did something ive wanted to do for a few years and drove our two quad bikes up to tarn about an hour away with my wife and daughter. The views were stunning. Ive often passed close by just out of sight when gathering the fell sheep down, but never have time to make the detour or stop. This is the source of our water supply. As the hill top is flat it must be rain water filled.

And then I came across this stuck in a wall pointing at the track which people use to ascend the fell. It really annoys me and fills me with despair that even on a relaxing remote location some one is still monitoring people. Maybe its a game keeper, maybe its the RSPB  as birds of prey nest up there. I know there is a camera at one nesting site, but this was on a track. Its just not on. Maybe its a pervert ?! Who knows. Its a sign of the times and its unacceptable. 

 

The Fool ?

"…a time comes, especially when the play of gods and heroes develops to gigantic proportions, when the spectator must feel the need for relief from the high concerns of great immortal themes; and a pathetic consciousness begins to form of little man confronted by these things – seeming by contrast comic in his limitations, yet peculiarly valiant in his one invincible power to take knocks; the Eternal Butt. His only weapon of offence to raise up against it all is the phallus, or a need to be undone and seduced when life becomes too much of an obstacle to step over with ease and dispassion."

The very uncomfortable final realization that in the end we are just " little old us " What else can we do as life over runs amok dangerously out of control ? I guess this petulance is a form of control over our selves and circumstances we cannot cope with anymore.