Dodoand their unholy ilk are so successful. No need to go into any depth with psychological studies, just watch this brief (1 min 48 secs) video and—


—then do your own* analysis. No? And there’s ooooodles more such on the Tube. Go gettum, Tiger!


(Wow! Is that ever my shortest blog post! Is the ol’ dog getting better, or what?)


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“Argus—ever noticed how you and other debunkers say much the same things?”

Brrrrr …

* It means: think. For yourself. As a unique individual.





Dodothat I’ve read in the past (and the good ol’ Mac’s onboard dictionary, boom boom!) a ‘black hole’ is something from which nothing can escape.

Hence the so-called ‘event horizon’. All well and good so far—but wait, it gets better …

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—so effectively the black hole doesn’t exist, just its effects. And if such two collide, they gobble each other up and sum (?) those effects. Okayyyyy so far …

“According to general relativity, a pair of black holes orbiting around each other lose energy through the emission of gravitational waves, causing them to gradually approach each other over billions of years, and then much more quickly in the final minutes. During the final fraction of a second, the two black holes collide into each other at nearly one-half the speed of light and form a single more massive black hole, converting a portion of the combined black holes’ mass to energy, according to Einstein’s formula E=mc2. This energy is emitted as a final strong burst of gravitational waves. It is these gravitational waves that LIGO has observed.”

Read from source by clicking:  HERE

(With many thanks for the link to Jim:  CLICK HERE 

But I’m still in the dark about the propagational properties of those ‘gravitational waves’—they seem to travel through the ether like electromagnetic waves but are different(?).

I did read some stuff to the effect that “… yes, they’re not—massive objects don’t emit ‘waves’ per se but they have the effect of distorting Time and Space.”

The illustrating analogy we had to imagine was a bowling ball resting on a flexible surface (in those days a sheet of rubber, these days possibly graphene*?) creating a deepish dent. We then rolled an imaginary marble in a straight line across the dent … and lo!, our bearing goes into a wee orbit around the ball until things happened.

I keep getting unstuck relating concepts—if gravity is the dent is in space/time as some great mind postulated, how can gravity ‘travel’? But if it’s a waveform … how fast does it travel?

And if time travels at the speed of light—then the referenced collision of billions of years ago only just happened, no?

Oh no … overload …

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“Oogle phleep! Beam me up, Scottie! Give it wings!”

(The management apologises for the temporary loss of Argus. He’ll be back when his Spouse finishes slapping him with that wet mop) (Don’t wait up, it may be some time.)

Until normal service is resumed here’s a mushroom from this season’s crop—

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—and it too is made of star-stuff.


* Aaaaah, progress! She can’t be beat … and thanks to Google pics for the cat. (He was delicious.)




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(See? I told you I was a bit thick—but does anyone ever listen? Nooooo …)


canis lupius* I often have exciting adventures into unknown territories. In my own head. I ask myself questions (doesn’t everyone?) that not even I can answer.




Sound travels at the speed of sound, which depends on the medium (if the lady has been drinking her spirits rather than conversing with them … a happy medium) as in “the speed of sound in water is roughly five times that in air”.

Light travels at the speed of light which (from memory) is roughly three times ten to the umpty metres per second.

And then something like this—finger down

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—emerges from the primeval slime to rattle my complacencies:

IF** gravity is a waveform, what speed does it travel at?

—and it was here I got a little more unhinged unstuck. Given that nothing can go faster than tachyons light, does the effect of a large body have to wait until the effectee is aware of it?

Can anyone tell me if gravity is a travelling waveform of some kind, or are its effects instantaneous across any distance? Diminishing with distance of course …

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“Argus! Can I help? I’m great at filling in gaps~!”










* Canis lupius? Don’t fret—it’s from the Latin ‘canis’ meaning dog, and the English ‘loopy’ meaning a bit bat-brained but quite harmless.

** Some says it’s not a wave, but more like a dent in space-time. They often use the dent to explain orbitals.





Ram left

Why not? God has a sense of humour too, no?


He can’t really (not unless very tongue-in-cheek) deny responsibility. Not for anything in Creation or under the skies; whoever coined the phrase “The buck stops here” had God in mind.

So it could be an insurance job—if Billy Connolley’s movie “The Man Who Sued God” hasn’t pulled the rug out from an unholy collusion.

Or should we actually give God the credit after all?

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But don’t ask me … you’re the theologian here, I’m just a cynical old dog. But I must admit, that sign has a certain jenny say kwa about it …

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“Your fault!”    “Is not! Your bloody fault! I saw you on omnivision!”






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When in fact, all you really mean is that—

—there’s a slight “act of God” possibility that there may (as in might, perhaps, just, maybe, almost, could) be a happening.


that if someone is (say) ‘accident prone’ it means they’re always having accidents. No? Okay, then, often. And if one building in a city/town/village is ‘earthquake prone’ they all bloody well are.

Vulnerable to an earthquake is one thing, resistant to earthquakes is another, but ‘earthquake prone’ must apply to all the proximate buildings—that single word ‘prone’ screams loud and clear the warning:  STAY AWAY!


New laws passed after the Canterbury quakes have tightened the standards for commercial buildings.

The owner … is worried.

Her building is on the dreaded list drawn up by the Southland District Council of buildings in the town which could be earthquake-prone, and she is trying not to panic.

“To assume you have a value in a property and then to have it dissipate largely overnight …”

To read from source: CLICK HERE 

But this candour(?) is how we attract our tourists to our land of earthquakes, volcanoes, and such on the Pacific Ring Of Fire (and home to Lake Taupo—holder of possibly the world record for loudest POP when erupting.) ( Loudest ever, note—we don’t do ’em by halves, neither in our advertising for the tourist dollar nor in our natural phenomena.)

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and the lady business owner, and anyone else concerned … you could do a lot worse than invest a few bucks in scoring a proppa edjication for the good folks who use whot onc e was The Queens inglish … they seam prone to misinterpretation at time’s … even if we do have the best scholaring sistems in the world univers.

Semper Vigilans





in the Winton gravery. Don’t fret, all give vent to the spleen of The Almighty. Vent, as a demonstration of power (and part of ‘invent’ which can be applied to new ways of finding excuses for His Holy behaviour); and vent, as in blowing hard (oops).


I snup this in passing. (Couldn’t really resist it as a superb illustration of the Human Condition):

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—it made me ponder the point of petty petulance in adolescents. The old “if you don’t let me on the waggon I’ll kick the wheels off”.

It also made me think of sycophantic (psycho-phantic?) grovellers frantically sycophanting to their utmost. A bit like when ol’ Saddam Hussein ‘came out’ at a huge meeting and began naming blokes one by own, to go outside—and each time after the hall door closed behind the lucky one there was a semi-silenced ‘bang’ …

… and weirdly, none of ’em came back in.

Once the realisation struck the rest were all on their feet, even up on their chairs, yodelling and shrieking the praises of Sassam … and still he worked doggedly on through the list. God, in Person, at that point …


a strong air of fatalism in that inscription, an admission that there is (and can be) no Free Will. Here ’tis in situ in setting and for that matter, in full:

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—and judging by the rest of the cemetery—by the rest of any cemeteries—the Good Ol’ Lord is blessed all over the place. No pain, no gain; as the wee possum guys say in that ‘Ice Age’ movie … why the Omnipotent Almighty cannot create everything perfect from the outset I’m copulated if I’ll ever know, especially as how being Omniscient He knows what He’s doing.

I, at least, have an excuse: I’m ignorant.

Long may it last …




devil-29973__340 copyfor being a believer (?) in Conspiracy Theorism, I have little to offer in my own defence beyond:

(a) not just one Conspiracy, but myriad, and

(b) don’t just take my word for it. Go look …


of the open mind of the Establishment, represented by one Dr Zahi Hawass (the noisy rambunctious failed wannabe a bully one*); and below that an image of a naive person who simply presented her facts, refused to retune them to suit the reigning party-line, and consequently lost her everything. Kudos to her integrity, but her common sense is a bit suss …

I think our Zahi was a little out of his depth.

I imagine that if he was first of the litter as a child his younger siblings had a very hard time of it …

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Her case was an interesting one, well worth the Googling (if you don’t spit on naive twits who lack the CDF to set their sails to the prevailing wind).


Those who claw scratch bite worm and work their way to the top of the heap control the flow of information, and anything that might threaten their power is ruthlessly declared anathema (and squelched to the fullest).

THIS TIME— any takers?

* Sadly for him, a wee bit out of his depth in this company.


Bop the Idiot