(an ass? Tut~! Exactly who is being predictable here, hmmmm?) 


BopOur oft neglected Law being the Law Of Unintended Consequences.


when you’ve thought through all the avenues, alleyways, and every conceivable way in which the unexpected can bite you on the bot (Yanks: read ‘butt’) there’s always the WC*

So, the “problem” of Mexican immigration was solved. But here is where the law of unintended consequences kicks in …

When the border was porous, young men from Mexico would cross the border easily, but they would do it both ways …

Once crossing the border became far harder, they stopped going back home …  

Then the … young men started bringing … their wives and children.  So instead of young men wading a river, children were crossing …

… whole families came and stayed.

The end result … the number of Mexicans living illegally in America has risen greatly since the borders were closed.

to read from source: CLICK HERE

—aka The Law of Unintended Consequences. One clue to its presence is when some poor bugger nearby yelps “Oops~” and really means it.

I often wonder if the dearth of Reality in many moderns is a result of this law invoking itself in response to modern ‘education’? (A relative Mother recently was thrilled to bits when her offspring came home waving a very impressive certificate**.) (I got thumped for cracking up …)

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* WC: the Wild Card.

** Rather ornate certificate was “For Listening In Class” … (no, I’m not kidding).




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Are we kidding here? (Who, and whom?)

Or is it one of those “American things” … you know, the sort of little eccentricities that cost us nothing to make allowances for, even if we can’t fit them into the common weal?


it used to bother me that folks went around digging up graves and savaging such remains as they fished out. I had this silly notion that once interred (with all due respects etc) deceased human folks should be left to Rot In Peace. BUT:  it seems there is some kind of ‘Statute of Limitations’ in effect, quietly accepted (when meet) but flexible usque ad terminum nonetheless.


as I always say: “You only own that which you can hold by force against all comers” *. (It’s true, too~!)


this (see the vid)  finger down

grand ultimate unabashed public dilly-whacker (First Class with Hons) get off in making such a truly remarkable statement as at minute 7:01) (ish)?

(Oh … of course. Say no more …)

We have ’em in New Zealand too. Our Maoris claim unique possession of everything as being the tangata whenua (first settlers) here despite evidence that they arrived as mere latecomers who then conquered the peoples they found already here (but I shan’t mention that ‘cos it’s not PC in the current climate).

Brrrrr …

Might makes right, no?

As for the dead: they can look after themselves (no other bugger will). Respect? Yeah, sure; hallelujah brother and pass the shovel …


* Ergo ‘Sole possession’ mean ‘greatest force’. No?


Some damned alarmist once advised “Walk softly, and carry a big stick” … obviously someone afeared of the dark, no?Screen Shot 2018-04-28 at 12.19.59

Some non-alarmists advise us to “Trust in The Lord, and She’ll see you right!” … nice, has that comforting ring of Noddy books about it. Hold me tight …

Others see patterns emerging from the mists, Despite themselves they get attacks of the shi— shivering shivers.


I run inputs through the filters of a lifetime’s observation and researches—

—and when I see something like this I sing to myself. You know, dog-purr, you’d be surprised at how much it helps.


more deeply into China’s past then boned up further by perusing various self-interested money-making outputs and ran them through the filters. Brrrr.


could well be out-and-out propaganda aimed at gullible old goats who nevertheless still posses a vote* . Who knows? But I’ve said before that China is the “sleeping dragon that has been awakened” (clichés—don’t you just adore them?) and I’m glad I’m past caring.


there were local paper headlines celebrating the fact that we are importing from China pre-fabricated houses very cheaply (that can be clipped together in a variety of patterns); much more cheaply that we could ever hope to make ’em ourselves.

Win/win, no?

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* Vote? I never use mine: doing so achieves nothing—it just encourages politicians.



Aye have just finished watching a sceptical u-toobe vid after a non-sceptical “I was employed doing it~!” vid. (So my own stance hasn’t been shifted towards either pole.)

Here, a nice saint—

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—if you don’t see the lady in this imagery, here’s our same saint but not wearing her bun:

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—and as may be expected the of the nice (energetic, wow) Mr Shermer he even gives us the two side-by-side—

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And better, he explained about people seeing saints in buns. (Hell, I remember when everyone was seeing Elvises …)

Shermer was quite a contrast to the guy I’d watched earlier, one Russell Targ who put forward his entertaining (but probably not easily verifiable) anecdotes about “Remote Viewing for the US government” (is that spooky or what?)*.

That’s him  finger down   (32 minutes worth)

Intriguingly I can’t dismiss either. Shermer offers an excellent case and I’m with him completely.


it’s hard to debunk your own self when you yourself have done things above and beyond the call of coincidence; and trust me (I hate it when they say that) I’ve applied all the tests. And invented a few … so I have foot in each boat. My decision? I’d rather get wet than commit to either.


explain my (limited) experiences of telepathy and precognition? A toughie with a very simple answer:

I can’t.

There, don’t you feel a bit let down? But I can pass along the advice I received many years ago: don’t try. Just do it, or not do it

Oops, nearly forgot, here’s the vibrant Mt Shermer—

—all of 14 minutes worth, make of him what you will. Actually I enjoyed both of those guys …

BOOM BOOM!* Yes, pun intentional. I love them.

WOW~! Give that Dog a


Bop(Poor ol’ mutt deserves it.)

Read on … or even more better, go there and gag gasp for yourself. I made it all the way to one minute twelve seconds, and decided at that point there was a post coming on …

… this one …

… for you to see for yourself.

Be reminded:  I made it to a minute twelve. If you can do better, please let me know how … and for that matter: why?

AND if by flagging it away so soon I goofed (damned gagging reflex … mutter mutter mutter) please let me know, and why.

And now, back to pondering the great medieval conundrum that tied up the hierarchy of the Church for ages:

How Many Angels Can

Dance On The Head Of a Pin?

From memory the answer was ten thousand, but don’t quote me on that. I could be wrong and really don’t want to have to count ’em all again …

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Screen Shot 2018-03-01 at 10.48.46Eek!

But who in his (oops, gotta be PC here—) her right mind would murder the “lungs of the planet”? Virgin rainforest, jungle, zillions of trees all frantically gobbling CO2 and socking it away and thereby saving us from heat-death; and here we* are, wilfully destroying all of that? Trees that have been there forever, keeping us cool, now off to the arboreal abattoir?

Or have they were they are they …


much … recently a schoolboy somewhere (or other) playing with his google found to everyone’s great amazement a lost city under the forest over there. Wow. But wait, it gets better—a LIDAR survey found lots of ’em. Some quite big, and all the discoveries when added up tend to rock the ol’ boat of expert thinking a bit.

Perhaps them ancient pyramid things weren’t really built way out in the jungle after all; thereby confuting all the experts who were thinking exactly that and have been for generations. Wait—scientists wrong? Never …

It’s all too much for this old dog, so while I wander off to find some fleas to scratch take a look at this—

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—which I pulled in this evening and snup from—

—this vid here. Less than four minutes (try it, as the actress said to the bishop, you’ll like it) in duration and well worth the expense.


It doesn’t even scratch the surface …

gast me flabbers!




* Speak for yourself, dammit. (I certainly never signed that page …)



Bopor maybe not.

But on the subject of PCness (and all who sail in her)—to be Politically Correct is to abdicate responsibility.

PC means one word, and one word only—and that is Coward.

And the other one word is Opportunist.

And survivalist …

Oh dear. Our word is becoming a lexicon … ’twas ever thus. So again I offer my personal contribution to the lingo:


—such a cute little word; but no-one could ever challenge it on PC grounds. Per is neutral, even more neutral than any other pronoun (noun, adjective, thing) word in English.



using ‘equality’ as a weapon (a bloody good one too) deride the established his/hers, he/she, him, her, son, daughter, bride, groom, husband, wife, master, mistress* etc etc ad hysterium (as in hysteria) etc etc …


favoured word ‘person’ is in itself sexist. In spades!

(Think about it … look again at the last three letters there; s-o-n … which refer to a (hoick, spit!) male offspring. Aaaaargghhh, that such wickedness could be!


to resonate with the vacuum-minded we must drop the ‘son’ syllable and opt in future to use the gender neutral ‘per’ only.


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Raining here now … how could you tell?


* Mistress:  between ‘mister’ and ‘mattress’