Where to go for survival?

The most asked question I get, from those assuming I’m better informed on this subject than they are, is “So where do I move to survive all this?”. I’ve been researching this (human survival) on several separate occasions the past two decades. One crucial requirement is the lack of seismic destruction, either by tsunami or by living on top of tectonic hazardous areas. So, scratching that off the list leaves the areas that will suffer the least from a warming planet. One would assume that would be the polar regions, but that’s a big mistake. Both poles are going to suffer immensely from warmer than normal surface (and ocean) temperatures. Aside from the soil being practically dead from the fast changes in temperature, there’s not much organic life that survives ice to heat in the currently observed time-spans.
I’ll elaborate more on all this as time passes, and will update this message/article, but for now I’ll post my findings thus far, the short-cut to a valuable answer to the question without the background info;

I’d advice the Heard & McDonald islands and/or the Falkland Islands. They’ll stay coldest the longest in the future, as do the seas around them, so if you’re lucky there’s still a food-source in the oceans too. The Falklands are probably going to be flooded with migrants from Argentina by then, and for that spot I’d hint at the NE-part of the islands. But the other option, somewhere around here, is my personal best bet for longest possible human survival. Be sure to build shelter somewhere on high ground on the NW part of the island, so you’ll be safe in case the Mawson Peak volcano erupts. And bring some seeds and soil to start up some new microbial freshwater life there. It all looks dead there now, but I assure you, it will be a thriving jungle there soon enough.

My personal biggest hurdle regarding migration is to get my loved ones to move with me, to where I would rather be and go, or to figure out a compromise we can all live with. It takes some more disasters for most of us to realize how soon we need to leave densely populated areas like Amsterdam (or The NL for that matter, with 416 humans/km2, a ridiculously unsustainable density). Although the Heard & McDonald islands is a top-of-the-bill prepping bet, my best kept secret, a favorite, realistic and most of all viable migratory option is moving to Estland/Estonia; Full of atheists, smart people, a strict but intelligent humane government, lots of resources, fertile land, naturally protected surroundings, and in reach over land (by car, even) from where we are now, in case planes suddenly stop flying because they can’t handle the storms or water vapor.

The above is disregarding the predicament hard to skip, namely radio-activity from the isotopes spread by unmanned molten down nuke plants everywhere. Perhaps in a few years we’ll have a working pill against that. One can hope and dream about surviving on other planets, but the straws to hang on to for that are getting thinner by the day. As is the world’s ice, making it harder to predict our options in the near future. As I like to often put it, there are two basic premises that overrule all others;
What goes on in the Arctic doesn’t stay in the Arctic.
The flywheels we’ve set in motion are not going to be easy to bring to a standstill.

Lord Commander Marmelade is losing it

Knowing there’s some states and mayors suing the Trump administration, I’m still flabbergasted at how lame and obedient everyone in trump’s surroundings seems to be. You can open your mouth, take some risk, refuse to follow orders, refuse to leave your job, just let these fools know you’re not going to join them in ruining the world like this. Ask your friend/colleague (who is probably thinking the same) to join you in that refusal. What are these men policing all this thinking anyway? That they’re protecting their offspring or families? Really, you think? Why are police officers, military personnel, marines, special forces, going down that road of being anti-intellectual dipshit robot-like slaves of destruction? For crying out loud, are they deaf or insane?

Iran has 150 *billion* barrels of (cheap) oil reserves ready to get out of the ground. 205 oil reservoirs, 92 natural gas reservoirs. Just sayin’. My guess is they’re also predicting that the longer they wait taking their oil, the hotter it gets over there. You can’t drill when it’s over 55C in the shade all year ’round.

It’s just such a waste of time and energy to have this total jackass leading the media and news all the time, with nothing but stupid (and they really *are* stupid) ideas, useless executive orders, attention-hungry lies, sensationalist propaganda, failures and non-stop face-palm material. Most annoying is the fact that we, humanity, don’t HAVE more time for messing around.

I’m with Jon Stewart, when he says “The presidency is supposed to age the president, not the public.

The disaster movie called human civilization

Everybody with half a brain is secretly watching it unfold. They don’t want to admit it, but something deep inside tells them they need to know what our status is, or they’ll be left behind not knowing what happened, and that’s not an option. So they sit back and watch the next episode of the new season; When *will* the oxygen levels really drop as a result of plankton depletion or are they already dropping, when will it be too hot where we live, where can we go to survive, who’s going to control, service or shutdown the 444 nuclear power facilities when they reside in areas that are no longer habitable? Let’s see what captain Paul Watson has to say about it, because he really knows his shit;

The Blue Ocean Event

What many don’t seem to realize is that the CO2 we’re emitting is cumulative, it’s not going away anytime soon, it’s a growing blanket around the Earth, and now we’re living in a greenhouse because of that. Which is why the top three warmest Mays have all occurred in the last three years. This course of events was already known in 1896. And while all this is known, every day we keep on adding 240000 new humans to a planet that has a limited amount of resources. Something does not compute. At some point that concept will crash. And we’re beginning to see when that could be. My rough estimate, with the data available now, with the changes predicted for the way we plan to live, is that around 2028 we’ll be living in a 3.5 C warmer planet than what it was before industrial civilization started. Humans have never been alive on a planet that warm. Just sayin’

Oh, and then there’s also that pesky methane:

“So we are left with a stark choice: allow climate disruption to change everything about our world, or change pretty much everything about our economy to avoid that fate. But we need to be very clear: because of our decades of collective denial, no gradual, incremental options are now available to us.” (Naomi Klein)

Sorry, we ran out of habitat.

How cruel would that be;
Humans finally figure out which genes reverse aging, verify that it works, stop aging related diseases, exploit and distribute the therapies for it, and then;
Whoops, the 1 planet we need to live on (while we already needed 2 more to feed everyone) dies under our feet while we weren’t looking! With an ice-free Arctic, huge methane releases, temperature rise, sea-level rise, dying oceans, crumbling ecosystems, and finally 430 failing nuclear power facilities, we go extinct. We can leave a note on some satellite, saying:

“Sorry, would have loved to meet you one day, and we know it’s hard to understand, but even though we knew how to last forever ourselves, we couldn’t sustain our one and only habitat.”


Je koopt tegenwoordig al een prima fiets voor 40 euro. En dat zijn dan betrouwbare tweedehandsen, vaak nog opgeknapt ook. Maar nee, er was weer zo’n kloothommel die het vanochtend nodig vond om de Puch van mijn vriendin in zijn busje te tillen toen ‘ie toevallig toch al grof vuil aan het plunderen was in Amsterdam Noord op woensdag 17 februari rond 7 uur. Voor de zekerheid even de details, mocht iemand iets herkennen, laat me weten (mail aan jultus@gmail.com );
merk/model: Puch Elegance Plus Dames
bruin hard lederen zadel (dus niet het witte origineel zoals op de foto!)
– groen wit zilver gekleurd en bewerkt frame
– zwart hoog stuur
– zilverkleurige fietstassen achterop
– Versnellingen: N7 Naaf shimano

Er zit (zat ws. inmiddels) een yepp zitjeshouder onder de zadelstang, te weten: yepp-montageblok-voor-achterzitje-fietsstoeltje-aa

Als ik ooit iemand een fiets zie jatten moet je me echt tegenhouden! Te lui om iets anders te doen teneinde die 40 euro te verdienen. The lowest of the lowest, dat tinnef. Samen met inbrekers. Mogen ze wat mij betreft in een hol laten verrotten zonder water of brood, no mercy. De Raymond Reddington behandeling, zeg maar.

Is time a simulation?

A while ago, space.com posed the question; “Is Our Universe A Fake?“. In that question it already puts “our” universe next to others, like it has to be plural. Anyhow, the question doesn’t really get answered by any of the ‘experts’ questioned in the article, they’re merely hypothesizing. Something amiss in all views, if you ask me; That UK Astronomer (Martin Rees) misses the fact that if our universe as a whole would be a simulation, the time-factor could be as well. Or at least our experience of space and time would be, so those 5 billion years are only that long in this sim, not for the controlling entity. But then again, if we would be (part of) a sim of some other advanced being, why would that being even want to make one or even have reasons or motives to remain in existence? I think that final question, “why is there something instead of nothing?”, and the simple fact that we can bring our minds to ask ourselves that question is proof we’re not a sim of another being that would ask itself that question, because that would be a boring endeavor. That superior being would -no doubt- want to know the answer, and we’re definitely not providing answers for that prime being, or for the ones assuming they’re the first that ever were. “Time is just a window someone forgot to close.” is therefore not an option. Either time itself is the sim, or the prime being, perhaps?