Want to know how they can change the way people eat to fit a global agenda? Here’s how it starts…
The other day I went out to my front gate to check the mailbox, and lying on the ground inside the gate was a small brand-new plastic bin with a handle. About 12 inches or so high. I picked it up wondering what it was and opened the top. Inside was a whole bunch of paper pamphlets with colourful graphics all over them. Upon reading over these documents I learned that the local council was making major changes to the waste collection services. Up to this point we had a weekly general rubbish bin collection, and fortnightly alternating collections of garden clippings and general recycling. One week on one week off. But according to these colourful cartoons I was holding in my hand, this was all about to change…
Now they were going to split the normal household waste into two kinds – organic and non-organic. All food scraps, left-overs, as they said “anything you eat or grows” would now go into the garden waste bin along with the garden clippings. To be turned into compost somewhere. According to the council this was now going to vastly reduce the amount of normal household waste put in bins, so now instead of a weekly collection of the household waste bin, it would change to a fortnightly collection. The green garden waste bin was now renamed and had turned into a ‘FOGO’ bin (“Food and Garden Organics”) and would be collected weekly.
The pamphlets told me what I must and must not do, I must not use any sort of bin liners in the new ‘kitchen caddy’, even if biodegradable, they could not be processed at their facility. Instead, if I absolutely had to, I could use one or two sheets of newspaper or kitchen towel to line the bottom of it and I was also allowed to use bicarb soda in an attempt to absorb some of the smell. I was instructed to rinse-out my caddy on a weekly basis, I assume because it would become so incredibly rancid without any sort of liner in it. When the waste was taken to the main bin outside, I was not to use any sort of bag in it, the food had to be thrown directly into the bin unbagged, they suggested you placed a layer of garden clippings underneath the food waste but I fail to see how a normal household could maintain any sort of living garden if they continually had to chop pieces of it up to repurpose as a cover for the bottom of their weekly bin collection. No garden could withstand this amount of pruning and before too long there would be nothing left to cut anymore and all the ground shade would be gone totally destroying the micro ecosystem.
They also suggested that to reduce the smell, the outside bin be kept in a shaded area and that meat, dairy and seafood be kept in the refrigerator or freezer until bin day. The fact that this effectively turns your fridge into a rubbish bin to store waste in made me incredibly mad.
My mind was flooded with images of greasy chicken carcasses and left-over meals being thrown into the bin, hitting the sides of it as they fell down to the bottom and spreading bacteria-ridden slimy residue there on the bin walls to just hang-out for a while and fester. I wondered if the council also expected me to wash and disinfect my large bin on a weekly basis or was it now also against the ‘rules’ to use any type of disinfectant anyway as it would interfere with the compost process. I also wondered how an elderly person with maybe limited mobility could even reach in far enough to wash it in the first place. I imagined that pretty-much nobody was going to be washing out their rubbish bins on a weekly basis anyway and that before too long the stink was going to become quite bad around the neighbourhood.
But then something else came to my mind. I imagined a scenario.
Say it’s bin collection day. You now have a whole week until the bin is collected again. Where I live it’s Wednesday morning, so let’s say it’s Wednesday. Someone goes to the supermarket that afternoon to pick-up something they forgot to get the other day and sees all the ready-cooked chickens sitting there in bags, they look so delicious, they get a sudden craving for roast chicken and decide on the spur of the moment that they’ll have a nice chicken dinner tonight and lean forward to pick one up. But then they hesitate… they’ll have to store that chicken carcass all week, won’t they. They don’t have any room in the fridge to store that chicken waste (even though it will eventually smell in the fridge anyway), they did a bunch of food shopping the other day and the fridge is full. Freezer too. But if they put the chicken carcass in the outside bin in the hot summer heat, it’s going to be sitting there rotting for ages with no bag around it to seal in the stench. By the time garbage collection day comes again in another week’s time, it’s going to smell rancid and putrid every time they open the lid to put something else in it and probably even with the lid closed. It's just too revolting a thought. No, better not to have that chicken today, it’s going to be much too much of an inconvenience, maybe later in the week like a day or two before bin collection, if they remember that is, and if they even feel like it by then anyway…
I know this is just one silly little scenario and only applies to one fictitious person and one type of food which you the reader may not even eat anyway. But it does still illustrate how one person’s day to day living and eating can be influenced and altered (even just the once on one single day which proves it’s possible and shows how) by faceless people they don’t even know pushing a larger global agenda. This is how it is done. How it is introduced in small increments over time. How the public is coerced step by step towards a new way of living. Install regulations to make it annoying and troublesome and push people away from it. Get them to make the decisions you want them to, themselves of their own free will, without even realizing it’s happening.
People sometimes see social media posts online warning everyone that the World Economic Forum will force everyone to eat insects, or the ‘powers that think they be’ will use ‘climate change’ as an excuse to force through changes to our lives we just aren’t comfortable with. And those people think to themselves “Well how are they going to do that? They can’t force me can they!” Well here’s how. Here’s one very small but very real scenario where someone finds doing what they naturally want to as a free person, buying something fully available in the shop and enjoying consuming it, is just a little bit too inconvenient and just a little bit too yucky now to bother with and therefore something they wanted to do, they, through their own free will, now decide not to. They won’t eat that chicken after all. They don’t want to deal with the stink for a week. Globalists like Bill Gates who are telling people to eat less meat because it’s bad for the environment will be thrilled. Measures have been put in place under the guise of ‘climate change’, we’re told that we need to reduce methane (that’s what it says on these pamphlets, that food waste in landfill creates methane. But let’s just ignore that fracking causes methane to escape from the ground and continually rise into the atmosphere totally unchecked shall we?) so therefore our household waste must be processed differently. The rotting food will now be collected weekly and your normal household waste fortnightly, you have no say in it and you just have to comply. They now have rules which say you can’t use rubbish bags to contain all the rotting food because this shiny new processing system they’ve come up with won’t work unless you leave it unbagged, it must now sit uncovered in your bin all week and you have no say in it because that’s the way the rubbish collection works now. It’s bound to happen that you decide to factor-in that stench of rotting food as to what you eat and when and change accordingly, if you’re now forced to leave it there uncovered and festering for up to a week at a time. “We only eat seafood once a week now, and only on those days really close to bin night” sort of thing. It’s forced on you and they try to make it sound like it makes sense and they even give you a little rhyming jingle to better mentally program you into remembering and accepting all of this – “If you can eat it or it grows, in your FOGO bin it goes!”
And like good little children, everyone sings their jingle and complies…