THE LADY SAID IT,

I DIDN’T.

Screen Shot 2018-09-30 at 15.42.30.pngBut she was speaking from the standpoint of a former church pastor—one now apparently persona non grata in God’s very own house.

For myself I hate it when people refer to ‘Atheism’ as if it were a formal system of beliefs just like a religion. It’s too easy to hate something pigeonholed as anti-the-norm; but it’s difficult for mind-controllers to crank up hatred against something that simply doesn’t exist. Hence all the pigeon-holing.

Damn:

if their notion of it did exist

I’d become a Pastor myself,

and milk it for all I could get!

 

Should we also hate folks who don’t believe in the—

—too?  Why not?

And this is where many folks just don’t get it: accustomed to being herded like mobs of flocking sheep some of the most vital peoples on God’s Earth are arguably also the most compliant—the notion of a genuinely free mind is incomprehensible to them.

NOW GET THEE HENCE

and you might even spot the sentence that triggered my irate outburst …

Not that I’d recommend her all that much. She’s a wee bit inconclusive. But I do love the Darth Vader ‘death touch’ bit where the guy uses it to lay the damsel among the sweet peas (must save him a fortune in flowers and choccies).

NOW, DON’T FORGET:

  • Catholicism exists.
  • Alcoholism exists.
  • Communism exists.
  • Every bloody ‘ism’ under the sun exists.

Yes—

—but ‘Atheism’ doesn’t.

Simply a label—you can’t pick a rabbit up by the ears unless it has ears, no? So if you must, sew some ears on your poor blasted earless bunny and away you go. In all truth, the word ‘atheism’ is (despite dictionaries) simply a convenient un-truth. Is there also a convenient label for folks who don’t believe in Flying Purple People Eaters?

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, little Virginia?”

“Sir … are the FPPEs guys coloured purple, who fly and eat people—”

“Oink?”

“or do they eat flying purple people?”

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For myself it’s a moot question ‘cos I’m a bit of an atheist where FPPEs are concerned …

Then again, I’m always willing to be convinced …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Simply? Oh well …

** Think of it as meaning ‘vivacious’, you’ll get the picture.

SUNDAY HERE,

PRAISE THE LORD~!

And if in need of a wee ‘faith-lift’* you can’t go much further than to bring your open mind** to this—

—and that’s one cuddly cop, I tells ya! (Might we think he might be on the baksheesh roll, given the circumstances—or is he religiously doing his job?)

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*     If American, ouch. If Brit … thank you.***

**   Open, dammit. Not vacant … sheesh

*** The essence of much Brit humour is/was the good ol’ pun. (The more subtle, the better. Make it so subtle nobody gets it but you … wow~! That’s brilliant!) (No?)

“Argus—”

(Oops … that sounded a bit like God …)

“Yes, your Godliness, Sir?”

“Argie … … … do please shut up; there’s a good Dog~!” 

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THE LORD GIVETH

&

THE LORD WASHETH

AWAY.                                   images

Query:  have people no manners, nor skills, nor objectivity?

Query: are we really all so excitable?

I offer this evidence of The Lord moving in mysterious ways, His wondrous marvels so performing—

https://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=12133935

—now answer ‘Yes~!’ resoundingly to both my questions above.

Perhaps JZ’s (and Ark’s) playmates might help us with those …

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“Don’t ask Me, Dog … I’m busy just hangin’ out with the guys …”

(The reference being the superlative spontaneity of the cameraship of the guys filming the Miracle.)

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I DIDN’T CATCH

THE DATE

Dammit. cat walks RIGHT

It was about a hundred years ago, anyway …

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For the background:

ref my previous posts on female emancipation in NZ,

For my motivation:

ref the closing bit above that begins “… enrol your names …”

AND IF YOU ARE PERCHANCE A VOTER*

male or female:

would you like to buy my lovely Australian bridge?

I can cut you a truly special deal … buy now and I’ll throw in a virtually virgin Opera House, free~!

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* Green as grass …

CHRISTMAS

the

COMMERCIALISATION

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IT WAS BAD ENOUGH

when the various ancient festivals of the midwinter solstice were hijacked by Christ.

AND NOW IT’S EVEN

worse when all pretence at human feeling, love, compassion and all that other temporary garbage is sacrificed on the altar of the great God Bux. Made even more worser by the fact that right now we are going into spring—and by the time the Great Festive Season gets here we will all be sweltering our little furry socks off. Ho ho bloody ho, indeed! Yeuch!

COMMERCIALISATION?

I’ve often quoted the US Civil War general’s words to the effect that battles are won by whoever gets there the firstest with the mostest, then I snapped this yesterday in Invercargill’s biggest department store—

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—and this, good citizens, is what it’s really all about. Boom boom! The other stores are not far behind.

I have tried to suggest that ‘Christmas’ here be shifted to mid-winter, which in light of the truth makes much better sense* … no banana for me, though.

I REALLY MISS

the Christmases of my childhood. Money was scarce but the Spirit of Christmas wasn’t. (Okaaaaaayyyy … the Spirit of The Winter Solstice (hijacked by yet another ‘God’ from the land of apparently infinite gods) wasn’t.)

CHRISTMAS

and commercialisation. Why not? And if I may make a prediction—

we’ll be having Matariki holidays complete with Matariki trees next … with the Big Star exhorting us to

BUY!  BUY!  BUY! 

SPEND!     SPEND!        SPEND!

… so much more New Zealand, really, than dead guys born in a shabby desert motel to some insignificant cuckolded wood-worker half a world and many centuries ago …

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Don’t just sit there! Get out and spend!

 

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* Matariki, anyone?

FOR THE LADIES:

NEW ZEALAND

was (I am told) the first country in the world to give women the vote.

In the Invercargill library this afternoon was a display from which I snapped these historical images—make of ’em what we will:

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FOR MYSELF

all these factors are (thankfully) ancient history. I am completely apolitical. I never vote. When challenged on this point by rabid dupes my statement is blunt, to the effect — “It achieves nothing beyond encouraging them!” (The politicians …)

Democracy has been summarised as—

Government of the People,

By the People,

For the people.

Democracy was around long before Abe Lincoln but he gets the credit …

Whereas what we have everywhere in different degrees is blatantly and unabashedly—

Government of the People,

By the Party,

FOR THE PARTY

—and no matter who gets in I can (and do) always say “Well, YOU voted for them—I didn’t!”

I ASKED A

matronly woman in Invercargill waxing eloquent about the town Mayor, and who said with starry eyes that she’d voted for him:  “Why?”

To which she replied matter-of-factly that—

“Whenever there’s a school gala day, he dances with the children!”

—as good a reason as any other.

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HANDS ACROSS

THE OCEAN

and

Hands Across the Ages.

The ages first—

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—sprayed stencils found almost identically in places as far removed in geography as Spain, France, Indonesia …

… and as far apart in time as possibly forty thousand years (ish) from this version herewith below:

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—found in a side alley in New Zealand’s tiny town of Gore (Southland, South Island).

“…[there is] no new [thing] under the sun …”

                      —Ecclesiastes, KJV 

Hell … I coulda told ’em that~!

And now, with thanks to JZ—          down there

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—for an image I shall use freely when apt.

BOOM BOOM!

CONSTANTLY

I’M BEING

images.jpgreminded that many minds in the past were far better than mine.

Sadly they were limited by period, place, fashion, laws and by the pignorance of lesser minds holding power. (Hee hoo has the biggest gun dictates ‘Truth’ …)

IT TAKES ENDLESS EFFORT

for questing minds to break free from the chains of the killer: ‘herd approval’.

But we climb from swamps to foothills where we come across crumbled skeletons stretched on the ground, still pointing upwards:

“Go on from here …”

 

So we try.

Some of us.

WHAT ANNOYS ME

is that so many in the far distant past reached my conclusions thousands of years ago. Ouch.

Without benefit of our sciences they explained phenomena as best they could, their Gods thundered through the skies in chariots (or pillars of fire) (same difference) …

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TOO OFTEN

thoughts were purloined to further the Controllers’ aims of wealth and power at any cost. Hence religions …

I HAVE MY THOUGHTS ON ‘TIME’

as did the ancients thousands of years ago. (Self-evident: it would be more surprising if they hadn’t.)

I BELIEVE

That ‘time’ doesn’t exist.

Time—as we use it—is a fallacy, a convenient illusion that suits our purposes. I shan’t try to explain, but consider this challenge—

  • you claim to be a thinker … look at yesterday and what you did—could you have done anything differently?

 

  • Or did you do only those things that were in your ‘future’ since before you were born?

 

  • Tell me, how long had they been in your future?*

 

AND STILL NO TAKERS?

Perhaps I should write a bible instead and gather a following (I can always do with a few more bucks) …

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* CLUE: easy peasy— 

—how old is the universe?

DUCK~!

OR

TAKE TIME

to think again.dragon

HERE, HAVE A NICE DUCK ANYWAY

and her brood. This dozen is all that’s left of once-were-hundreds (previous years) in Queens Park, Invercargill, New Zealand. The park now is but a shadow of its former self. But without all those silly trees in the way, you can now see all the way from screeching traffic one side to screeching traffic on the other—much better, the sounds of progress, than all that blasted chirping we used to get.

Now here’s yer duck—

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—and whatever else changes, ducklings at least stay reliably out of focus. Mobilis in mobile, a constant in a world of change. Damn … less than a dozen, we used to have hundreds (frankly I blame Al Gore).

ON A WET THEME

and linking with the temporal theme, here we have

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a water wheel making water or whatever it is they do. There’s too much nature over that side too, so I guess the Park Management is overdue sending in the heavies with their flamethrowers and things to ‘tidy it up’ (think instant desert).

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My attempt at artistic interpretation of The Great Scheme of Things (SFX: cue Zarathustra as used in that 2001 Space movie, please). Here’s another view so you can appreciate what we’re looking at/through—

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And we’ll close with this thought posted in their window by the people running a Health shop in town:

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—for some unknown reason it has me reaching for my six-pens and pad; this is sexism to the extreme and totally unacceptable to any narrow-minded inferiority-complexed clueless humourless bigot.

I just wish I’d thought of it first …

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ETERNITY

In 

INVERCARGILL

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a few years ago someone went around scribbling the same one word everywhere—

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why do people do such things? Couldn’t they just invest in a computer, get a blog, and post every da—       oops …

MOVING ON

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Here’s one I snapped recently. Don’t let the foreshortened perspective fool you, those snowy hills are about twenty miles away and the others could be any distance. On a clear day, goes the ol’ song, you can see for everrrrrr …

For ever.

Eternity.

Have you never noticed how everything is related to ‘time’? The ancients certainly did. Some made good observations then goofed by explaining them—the science of the day being not up to the challenge they invoked gods. Gods are nice to have, very handy—even better if you can boil down the cast of thousands to just the one SuperGod.

The ancients would have been aghast if there were no good to match the evil all around them. Eventually we ended up with a wee section of the ‘Good Book’ devoted to matters temporal.

I LOVE ECCLESIASTES 

and despite the good words being twisted by knaves to make traps for fools, it rings my bell. In places the words of wise men of ages past still echo. The scribe thereof has, I think, peeped through the same portals as I—

“Mr Argus … Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Through a glass darkly, Sir?”

“Could even be, Child—”

Ecclesiastes is time-based. The minds of the past studied time … and, I think, they concluded more or less the same as I:

That ‘Time’ is merely a mental artifice to help us make sense of the universe, and not only does it not exist but it’s rigidly fixed and nothing can change:

Perfect emptiness;

Yet therein something moves,

Following its own course …

 

Time is an illusion. Luckily for us, the illusion is perfect. AND—

I’m still waiting for some Bible banging buffoon to rationalise the apparent contradiction between our Free Will and God’s omniscience. A long wait …

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Do I look worried?