If it weren’t tragic it’d be funny how Stop 5G campaigners are running round in circles as the hazardous tech rolls out despite their efforts.
One need only search “Stop 5G” on Twitter to see all the nonsense being talked and flapping being flapped.
We are led to be fearful of 5G rays beamed from satellites in space or into believing 5G will make fluid in people’s eyes go opaque like egg whites hitting hot oil.
Ok, so Twitter is pretty crap all round for anything to do with Stop 5G – and even activists barely support each other on it – but the zombie platform certainly is useful for researching what telco entities are up to (search “5G”). They do love to crow to each other about their tech “solutions” and how they’re the best choice to “deploy” it, so they do.
Socialist Worker! Buy the paper … !
But it’s all signing petitions and appeals or supporting manifestos when it comes to Stop 5G. It’s almost like an online version of the Socialist Worker newspaper – another outlet for those determined to remain impotent in this life.
And the outlandish, straw-man claims, such as with the eye fluid, will be used to ridicule and take down #Stop5G should the campaign ever prove effective to any degree.
Not proving effective though, is it? New street furniture, road lighting and outdoor wi-fi infrastructure, all emitting alarming wireless fields, are appearing almost overnight – as if the power to make this stuff appear is actually beyond the scope of normal human perception.
Ask yourself why that is; perhaps because we’ve been dissipating too much of our energy in the wrong direction and the long way round?
Even in our vociferous opposition we still dance to their tune – those vested interests pushing 5G – as it’s relayed to us through narratives from controlled opposition. People who should (and probably do) know better are spouting unscientific rubbish about 5G from satellites in space, are announcing international pledges (totally ignored by telcos anyway) and … ya-de-ya-de-ya-de …
Know the difference
You don’t need to get swept up in this theatre of distraction. None of us do.
We were born to know the difference between right and wrong. And despite a dystopian world pulled over every generation’s eyes from day one, that moral compass remains innate nonetheless.
You know you have hands, feet, eyes and ears … and that you can judge how close the nearest 5G (or 4G, 3G, 2G …) weapon is from you, your home, your family, your kids’ school (perhaps in their classrooms too), your workplace, your shopping precinct, your park, your leisure centre, your skin … etc, etc, etc.
But we’ve also been conditioned to wait, as a controlled herd, for someone else to make a move first, haven’t we? Hey, who wants to be that martyr whose life gets turned off after firing a first real shot against those cell towers, huh?
Indeed, why risk what few remaining comforts we have when we can instead tell friends how we support an appeal organised by “experts”, have subscribed to yet another newsletter, signed petitions that fall far short of the numbers who marched with such futility on our streets against an illegal Iraq war?
And yet all you need do is stop using the tech – the smart gadgets and the digital currency – in order to make a real stand.
Will you do that? Will you? And take time away from Facebook to speak with those real people around you? Use cash when and wherever you can?
Oh I understand
Oh I understand, certainly in the English language sense of that word, and I’m not looking down on anyone.
I abandoned 40 years of living in cities in order to escape these early waves of 5G rollout. I now live in a fairly remote community where orange sodium lamps still light up my quiet street.
When I look at the younger generations gawping into their scrying mirrors as they walk, commute and supposedly socialise, I realise this isn’t really my battle to win. It’s not me who has my while life in front of me. (And this is in part why Digital Survivor is a quieter place these days.)
But networked white-light street lamps are now appearing on the main streets even here in my rural haven. Doubtless small cell units will arrive too within the next six to 18 months or so.
And when they finally show up at my door, do you really think I’m going to look for a petition or an appeal to sign?