This image

has done the rounds—

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—and what I noticed has been noticed by many others too.

But if you’ll forgive

  • my ignorance, and
  • my curiosity
  • and the fact that I’m giving it extra publicity by asking …

what is the significance of the gesture the wee fellow is making with his right hand? It looks like an inverted “Everything’s hunky-dory” hand signal used by skin-divers in my own day.

And his left hand? (Duuuuuh~!)

The right-hand also looks like something wannabe Black Magicians (always poseurs) might use. Or perhaps it’s a Playboy Bunny, but his keepers wouldn’t let him raise his arms?

Dammit~! I hate not knowing …

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(Non PC — made when journalists in France were fair game in a similar manner)

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read sufficiently far enough into a Spiegel article to shout “Bananas!” and shut off. You know, switch off, close down, cease thinking and rationalising and integrating rates into projected trends and calculated future positions.


at all why some folks grab firearms and “take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing …” — however mistakenly, and at this slice of time not socially acceptable (to us)(others are more than happy to do so) (’twas ever thus) then I offer this snippet:

AND if you go there either take a barf bag or leave your morality at the door and yell

“Three cheers for Uncle Mo and his Merry Men!”

—and look around for somewhere to sign up so that you too can have the blessings of Allah in your life. If male …


why do we trade with them?

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and if, like me, you couldn’t translate it into recognisable English, I took the liberty of googlising it for you:


                              Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
                              Fine hotels and big cigars
                              Up for grabs, up for a price
                              Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night
                              The claim is on you
                              The sights are on me
                              So what do you do
                              That’s guaranteed
                              Hey little girl, you want it all
                              The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
                              Come on, come on, love me for the money
                              Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
                              Come on, come on, love me for the money
                              Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
                             A French maid, foreign chef
                             A big house with king size bed
                             You’ve had enough, you ship them out
                             The dollar’s up, down, you’d better buy the pound
                             The claim is on you
                             The sights are on me
                             So what do you do
                             That’s guaranteed
                             Hey little girl, you broke the laws
                             You hustle


Do you think that the energetic AC/DC team might be aware of the plight of our wee subject, at all?

Possibly not—until you get to the last two lines in the quote above.


So, you are thinking … of what relevance, that title “Bananas!”?

I use it both to suggest a sudden moment of enlightenment, and to reference a cheering scene in the movie ‘Pete Rabbit’ — the recent one with the outstandingly superlative animation and great scenes of humour—

—which banana scene isn’t mentioned at all in this trailer. Bummer …

Now go worship Allah, the God from whom all blessings flow, the Almighty, merciful, compassionate and wise—

—and try not to think what happens in Saudi prisons. Brrr … especially to subhumans like women …



skull & bonesand it’s flip-side anti-fervour.

Quoting Der Spiegel online

SPIEGEL ONLINE columnist Sascha Lobo aptly described Tarrant as a “troll terrorist.” It’s an almost harmless-sounding designation for a type of perpetrator considered by security authorities to be highly dangerous, but against which there does not yet exist a coherent defensive strategy.

—referring to NZ’s latest ‘homegrown terrorist’ … I venture to offer a personal opinion as if it were a fact:

  • teach the young at least the basics of thinking;
  • and give them the Tools Of Thought soonest

—also teach the little cuties how to critically research, for themselves … then there should be no more mass mosque murderers. (Only genuinely insane need apply.)


  • with thinker-doers,
  • not with lunatics & guns.

So it would take a new generation; teach the little suckers how to think for themselves—give them the Tools Of Thought; provide them with libraries and internets and genuinely wise people not afraid of open debate; and then—


get the hell out of their very indignant way (because if capable of rational thinking they WILL be indignant. Very …). 

In my own case, absolutely furious—but mine was/is a cold fury and I feel no great pathetic desire to get out there and slaughter the unarmed and undefended. I leave that to God from whom all blessings flow, blessed be His merciful-compassionate-loving names etc etc; for myself although I could wield a sword I prefer the pen. Sword reaches only so far, pen can reach across thousands of miles and thousands of years.

Can YOU see any contradictions in what I’m trying to say here?

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—make of it what you may.

Your call.

And if you live in New Zealand (Free Speech! Yay!) right now you wouldn’t dare Freely Speak your mind …

skull & bones

Not twice …

Anyway, your quote—

down there

“Around three years ago I became something I never thought I would become—an apostate. After many years of debating, questioning, researching and even defending Islam, I left it.

It was a tough decision that rocked me to my core and left me in a state of intellectual and existential upheaval. But fortunately, I belonged to a loving and decent family who despite their commitment to Islam, would never use violence against me. I was also fortunate enough to live in the UK, a country with no apostasy laws.

“There is no compulsion in religion” (Quran 2:256) is a categorical verse that one would think allows for freedom of religion. But this is not the case, as there are thirteen countries in the world that punish citizens for apostasy with death, all of which are of a Muslim majority.3 There are a minority of Islamic scholars and speakers who do not advocate for apostasy punishments, but their voices are often drowned out by the more well-funded and literalist speakers who peddle a brand of Islam heavily influenced by Saudi Arabia’s Wahabi ideology. Depending on your familial situation and the country in which you reside, leaving Islam can be either a life-altering or life-threatening decision.”

sourced:  CLICK HERE

—well now. Is this the voice of one who has been there; walked the walk and talked the talk?

Don’t ask me—I’m just a dog. (You know, “woof woof” … dumb animal.)

Go ask a kiwi politician, person in the street, or otherwise indoctrinee with the requisite black belt in Social Compliance.


may have thought he was doing the world a favour by killing fifty muslims innocently doing their thing in God’s own House—but in this extremely sheepine country he was actually doing their cause a truly massive long-term favour.

The Law of unintended consequences. (Again, don’t ask me—I’m still only a dog.)

So let’s hear it for Free Speech and Democracy—


—if you actually believe in that placebo.



Fly Pig, left big.pnga statement … yet no-one ever seems to notice, nor even consider the implications.

Instead of the most sublimely unarguable fact being employed we keep getting endless effete rabbiting on about the various childish claims made for “the Divine” in various ridiculous works of fiction—the most openly self-destructive are ignored.


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—does nobody ever actually think about what is being said here above?

Does it not matter a damn that when Ishatta stubbed her toe and faced stoning for taking the Name of The Lord in vain but was spared by God’s infinite mercy … God had actually PLANNED it all Himself, hundreds of millions of years ago?


blatantly obvious in the “infinitely merciful and compassionate” sitting on His cloud plotting every (r) every ill, agony, pain and spider-bite to ever inflict anyone anywhere at anytime … occur only to me?


“You goddit, Dog! Go tell it it on the mountains … they at least listen.”



time and time again—almost infinitely—that historical analysis cannot overcome hysterical salesmanship. (Coupled with the armed might of their holy legions, but we shan’t go into that here beyond the obvious — that when He planned it all He also planned every merciful strappado, red-hot torture, boiling water and Holy Stake used by all the Inquisitions of all the many various Holy Franchises spreading his love and mercy around the globe).


is your tool

and the ONLY weapon you will ever need to realistically combat all this silly superstitious money-making power-grabbing religious utter nonsense—

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IF you are genuine in your pursuit of truth (and not merely mentally masturbating) then for God’s sake employ that damned tool. Go, tell it on the mountain, shriek it into every temple mosque synagogue shrine wotever (no end of them and all their variants*)



* The Truth of Redemption comes in many flavours, no? Each one is the one true sole unique pathway to unification with The Godhead … every damned unique one of the many (wot? Millions?) of them; all unique uniques. No contradiction here~



a bit even more verbose

ARGUSthan moi

and that takes some doing~!

Try this—

“… If you are reading this article – or this website – you are doing well. I really do not believe both will be around a whole lot longer – not the way the crackdown on free speech is going. Throughout the West the forces of intolerance and bigotry – yes, the secular left – are doing all they can to stamp out all points of view but their own.

And leading the way here is how the left is seeking to make all criticism of Islam illegal. Demands have been made for decades now that all criticism and critical assessment of Islam become verboten, and after Christchurch this is ramping up even further….”

—and if you can’t find anything to criticise, that’s just wonderful. She is a devout Christian but often makes very good sense so I sit up and pay attention.

I recommend her post—she has some damned good ideas, especially where politics is/are concerned. Kiwi-centric? We pride ourselves here on being the proving ground for the world—here today, all over tomorrow.

As for religion … well, it’s all the same God, no? So any internecine infighting isn’t about the product but the franchise

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—don’t ask, it’s a trick question.

So first, let’s not wander off topic—said topic being the Invercargill upcoming all-singing all-dancing reconstructive renovations. But while you’re here, have thee a nice wee shack …

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—apparently still standing after about four and a bit thousand years. (According to some. Others put forward quite convincing cases for The Beast being older than that … like about ten thousand years older … and although I’m firmly in their court it’s hardly germane to/with the point I’m making here.)

Now have thee a beak at a shot of a building made some time in the art deco period, so it’s not even a hundred yet—

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—and even though I snapped that snap on Monday and today is only Wednesday—

—it don’t look like that no more. Already huge gobbles have been taken out of it by very hungry gobbling machines (hah! REAL men would have used dynamite)

BOOM BOOM.png—but that might have rattled somebody‘s tea cups. However, what this post is actually about:

  • WHAT did they know

  • umpty oodles of years ago

  • about building buildings to last,

  • that we don’t know today?

active service


and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pa— oops, apologies, drifting again—I shall get me hence and grab some shots of the lovely rubble new hole in the ground.

But wait~!

Buy now,

and you’ll get an entire city block being demolished~!

“An engineering expert said the buildings in the block were generally not in good shape, with some exceptions,  but it shouldn’t surprise given they were among the first to be built in Invercargill, some before the 1900s.”

Yes, indeedy, and Free Enterprise be damned: when kiwi dictators want something, they don’t just pussyfoot around, they Go For It and they get it. To hell with any petty damned wannabe capitalists in their way. And their families. And their dog, if they had a dog …

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I shall be galloping about with mine camera and will score all the shots I can, so if you’re interested in Genuine Democracy inaction this should be your source—

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Typo, Sir?”

“Stet, Kid. It’s wysiwip.”


“What you see is what I put …”