town & around. First though:  I plan on revamping my tired old blog (again, boom boom~!) soon, so these shots will be the last for a few days.

I’ll empty out the old, as in Tennyson’s “—the old order changeth, yielding place to the new etc etc”—and brevity will be my new punchline (SFX: insert muffled snigger here, please*).

HERE’S YER SHOTS  finger-pointing-down

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If you give up …

… it’s the view through a bullet-hole in a wee sign advising the innocent and unwary that

(a)  the bridge is unsafe,


(b)  beyond this point lies a ‘multiple hazard zone’. (I think the holes are the more eloquent warning, myself.)

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This above was a St Johns church—it went out of business recently due to the Laws Of Supply & Demand, and was purchased by the Southern Institute of Technology for repurposing into a vendor of more modern wisdoms. To each his own …


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Work proceeds at great pace in the new K-mart building. This is private enterprise having a public erection whilst the City Fathers are congratulating themselves on having ousted so much private enterprise from the so-called Invercargill Central Business District that it stands a very real chance of going extinct in the meantime.

‘Nuff on that, lest I spit spiders. Will it succeed? To my mind … not a ghost of a chance. Not without huge cash injections from the uncomplaining milch cows (Taxpayers) further down the track—but City Hall has insulated itself well from its own follies. Thank heavens for taxpayers, no?

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And here above is a wee once-was-a-cinema that has been repurposed as a church. (It works both ways, no?)

I’d like to be able to claim the ghostly figure strutting his stuff as a spectre but that’s not in the spirit of veracity—it’s actually an innocent hoofing along behind the mad old dog leaning with both paws around a camera pressed against a glass door.

If churches can be repurposed as centres of science, then why not amusement houses (cinemas) likewise, as centres of un-science, hmm? Or city blocks into follies—


Doomed city block


dodo    dodo    dodo                                   dodo

* Snigger, dammit—not mad guffaws. (And taiho on the hoots too~!)



you’ve heard this one

before (it’s the definition I use of/for ‘Democracy’):

“Democracy is when we go to the polls to elect

our absolute dictators for the next few years”

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And thus far not a squeak of protest, nary a honk of outrage from anyone.

But we do get an occasional bleat of possibly related whimper—

” … has bypassed Congress in order to sell military weapons to Saudi Arabia, a nation who has been attacking Yemen for more than three years, killing more than 10,000 people, mostly civilians, and pushing millions more to the brink of starvation. Both chambers of Congress voted on a bill to end U.S. military support to Saudi Arabia in April, but Trump vetoed the bill.  Now, he chooses to illegally continue sending arms to the Saudis with which they will kill more innocent people.  His rationale is to claim, falsely, that there is an ‘emergency’ with Iran.  There is not, though not for lack of trying on his part, but facts do not seem to matter.  He continues to pander to strongman Mohammad bin Salman, despite the fact that bin Salman ordered the brutal murder of Washington Post journalist Jamal Khashoggi, a fact that seems not to bother Trump in the least.”

—which puts me in mind a vaguely similar bit of a bleat a couple of hundred years ago.*

Don’t mind me—I’m just feeling a bit jaded this morning. It’s raining again and I had to plant emplace a whole bag full of basket fungus thingies The Spouse filched from somewhere. In the rain. I vote we have a vote on rain being held only in the wee small hours of of the morning in future.

Oh, yes … your link for the quote—


—or forever go to the polls. (It means change your future by voting)(for more of the same).


* Don’t you just loooove them National Treasure movies?



1. True

2. True.

3. True.

So whaddya gonna do about it? Carry on as we are, or try something different? The old saying is (UK armed forces rings a bell) “Give us the tools, and we’ll do the job!”

At the risk of offending sensitivities across your readership what we’re doing thus far is ‘mental masturbation’ (provides a moment’s satisfaction but doesn’t get anyone fu— pregnant).

What we need to do is cut to the chase and hack away the roots, the foundations.

Quite simply you/we won’t get anywhere worthwhile by scoring points against the demonstrably insane.
We need to demonstrate that they are insane (can’t be done, can it …) or inoculate the upcoming generations by giving them the tools with which to think for themselves.

Again I bleat about the Rule of Contradiction … if nothing else.

But you’d be hard put to find any contradictions in ANY religion, or between/among religions; so I guess we’re stuck with the status quo. (Yes, Little Virginia, that was indeed …)

So give the kids the God-damned tools, no?



And may God protect you and all who sail with you …

chimp rocks


Ram right

Ram left


And that’s not just my morals.


selfie—an elderly new naval problem with a modern twist. The twist this time being … aawww, heck … you figure it out—

“Surface ships engaged in shallow water ASW or merely operating in shallow water will likely find themselves in surprise, close range encounters with non-nuclear submarines and a short range, quick reaction ASW weapon could provide the defense needed to survive the encounter.  The small size and weight of the launcher makes it suitable for any ship and allows it to be added almost anywhere that a small deck penetration for the reloads can be accommodated.

To read from source:  CLICK HERE


—AND never forget that the more geniuses you apply to any problem the more remarkable your results*


“Moreover, during the first part of the war, the Japanese tended to set their depth charges too shallow, unaware U.S. submarines could dive below 150 feet (45m). Unfortunately, this deficiency was revealed in a June 1943 press conference held by U.S. Congressman Andrew J. May, and soon enemy depth charges were set to explode as deep as 250 feet (76m). Vice Admiral Charles A. LockwoodCOMSUBPAC, later estimated May’s revelation cost the navy as many as ten submarines and 800 crewmen.[14][15]”

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Yep. Pure genius …


* Can you imagine what a Naval Committee revamped hairbrush might look like (and all the accompanying screeds extolling its virtues) after the routine fifteen year investigation and development?



and feast your lights on these—

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A flower. A cold wet windy rainy soggy morn born of a forlorn dawn, and a twitchy trigger finger on a kennel-bound hound (moi) …

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A medlar in Gore. (What more could one say—(“Will no-one rid me of this medlarsome feast?”) perhaps?

Gore being a bigger town than Winton is one to which we repair on occasion for doughnuts. I never eat neither doughnut nor cream bun … unless from that one place in Gore, boom boom! Then I wolf hers for her, as well …

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A tin elephant.

Recently sent up north for refurbishment and brought back down to put back up; but as doomed as the rest of this entire city block which the Town Council has decided to bulldoze and replace with a Grand Ultimate all-singing all-dancing white elepha (oops) shopping mall.

The intention is that said mall (Plaza! Boom boom!) will attract spenders from all over everywhere to come down here and spend up large. (You wish …)

Personally I has me doubts …

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A wee church in Gore, up for sale. The last secondhand church up for sale that I recall was the St Johns one in Invercargill; lovely old brick building, now doomed (after proper de-sanctification) to become a campus extension for the Southern Institute of Tech:

 down there

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—and I have no idea where God is going to live if all His houses are sold out from under Him.

But I dare say He’ll figure something, he’s clever like that—

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Oops … “Yes, Mr God, Sir?”

“No problem. I’ll just move into your kennel with you~!”

 … … … … … … … …  bugger  …





giphyfor swiping this very astute, relevant, and most incredibly perspicacious comment from his blog—

“In a nitshell:

I understand that the universe is expanding. Due to a colossal explosion. (Big Bang and all that.)

Now, if you run a movie of an explosion backwards … so they ‘ran’ the universe backwards (for you literals, this was a mental exercise) and when it all came together it apparently disappeared like that famous bird which flew around in ever decreasing circles.
So they deduced that the entire universe/s (all of ’em) were originally a ‘primordial atom’ of (I love this bit~!) infinite mass taking up zero volume.

Even better, it was a timeless non-existent little nothing nowhere, wherein something changed after infinities of stasis and triggered an explosion. (Don’t ask me, I’m still grappling with the concept of ‘change’ as related to timeless.)

I think ‘God’ sounds better … in the beginning was a Nothing, Nowhere, and God created Himself (all three of Him) from nothing, and on the face of the waters …

Bugger. Got to stop at this point, my teeth hurt …”


For original:  CLICK HERE

And may God/s heave murky on your soles.





skull & bonesYOU HAVE TO BE


for these toobes:

One of the most powerful observations on the human condition ever put into words (Willie Spokeshave) and spoken by experts to make a trap for observers of said condition:

Didn’t like it?

Bugger … try again—

—and if English accents make the words incomprehensible to some, here they are for you to read … (actually, I’ve just removed ’em). (Hard luck …)