DEMOCRACY, AAAAAHHHH …

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First, your quote—

When the final report was released to the museum board eight months ago its members agreed it should be released to the public.

However, the councils had asked the board not to release it as they wanted time to read it in order to react if media asked them about it, Eagles said.

The board agreed, and several months later, in October, the councils again asked the museum board not to release the report which the board again agreed to, he said.

“Now we have a report that’s eight months old.

“It’s contents may be controversial … 

—and now, your refresher on the background: this vast ‘city’ of Invercargill* panic-closed one of its major tourist attractions for being “earthquake prone”. The same as was done to the iconic historical Water Tower—

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—and the equally so Anderson Park historical home & art gallery—and for that matter, many of the buildings in the (historical) Central Business District. The shot above is the water tower; for source of quote click that pic.

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* Home to the “southernmost Starbucks in the world” (is that a claim to fame, or wot? BOOM BOOM!)

YE GODS …

IF YOUR APPENDIX WAS URGENTLY DUE

172539-9215b10c-0afb-4179-8d30-cdb287e048fafor immediate removal—

—whom would YOU trust to remove it? God? (Yay! Infallible! You’re in, home and hosed!) Or scientifically qualified medical doctors?

Actually, in God you trust. By law, it seems—

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—if you live in Ohio. It’s all good clean fun that diverts the thrust of education and pushes the boat out on behalf of wannabe mind controllers in The Land Of The Free … but wait, it gets better:

“The bill is called the Ohio Student Religious Liberties Act. It requires schools to give student religious groups the same access to facilities as secular groups.”

Not being a Yank I don’t really give a damn, it’s their problem — but believing in the Rights of Individuals, namely the right of equality before The Law—how far are they prepared to go with this farce? I said before, quoting a US Civil War general:

“Battles are won by whoever gets there firstest with the mostest”

and certainly religious nutcases are here attempting to pre-emptively seize the high ground. Next it will be that Degrees, Diplomas, Certificates etc will require—by law—entire sections on religious bullshit. The Bible, as a textbook*?

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“Damn! I’m redundant …”

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* Koran too? Any or all of the hundreds of other religions out there?

THOU SHALT NOT

repeat,

NOT~!

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say nothing nowhere nohow no time without first running it through the officially approved ‘newspeak’ filters.

For myself, I like Free Speech.

Naughty words excepted (for moderns, that means something a little different from ‘accepted’) speech is simple device used for the passage of ideas from one human mind to another—filter it as thou wilt only on reception.

To control speech is to control thought.

Clever, but it’s been done before—concentration camps in places like **** ******* and ****** ****** and many others were/are full of ’em—the victims who transgressed speech laws.

And if any Silly Bitch, Religious-bigot Maniac or Unthinking Modern Prick reads this wanting my arrest for saying what I think—go suck eggs. (Bad eggs, really bad eggs; and swallow.)

Your quote—

At the meeting, Cochrane, speaking about the document and his time as part of a whitebait working party, said: “I sat there one day and I thought: ‘What I’m listening to is a whole bunch of chick scientists.’

“And if you really looked at the view that they were pitching, [it] was everybody in New Zealand should not shave their armpits, they should wear dreadlocks, and when they go whitebaiting they should do it in jandals only.

“And after they catch one patty for tea they should sit down, hold hands and sing Kumbaya. That was the feeling I got.”

from:   https://www.stuff.co.nz/southland-times/

I understand his feelings entirely. His mistake was not in saying it, but in not recognising that the world is changing, has changed; a poor judgement call on his part.

He’ll learn. And—

BY THEIR DEEDS

THOU SHALT KNOW THEM

—if I offend any modern snowflake silly bitch or stupid prick, please speak up.

Cerberus

And we can discuss this like gentle-persons

ABSENT MINDED?

172539-9215b10c-0afb-4179-8d30-cdb287e048faJOIN THE CLUB,

I think we have tee-shirts. (Or was that labelled jockey-shorts?) Sheesh! Where was I? Oh, yes … something to do with computers. I was reading something interesting somewhere and was reminded of yet something else I’d forgotten and had to look up—

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—which briefly reminded me of the Law Of Diminishing Returns (and that infinities make my fur stand on end and teeth itch). I’m told by clerics and other wise parasi– (oops) folks that only God is infinite … but if so, is He spared The Law? Why? Is a ‘law’ with exceptions actually a law, or merely an observation?

Anyway, the idea of The Infinite expanding infinitely to fill an ever diminishing void tickles my toesies and I’m off now to breakfast — the same “two fried eggs on cheese on toast” I’ve had for an almost infinite number of years and am still awaiting the (horror-shrieked)* heart attacks. (Don’t knock it — I may be a feature of habit but I love eggies!)

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* More than three a week was touted as disaster. My omelettes always involve at least three, but every (boring? No~!) breakfast is two. (Go ahead, sue me …)

YEAH,

SURE~!

NOW PULL

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(For those not in the know, this is to suggest that I feel a bit irked by a wannabe humorist.)

Moving on, and

TO SET THE SCENE:

I found and snipped the below images from one of the many u-tubes I plough through—some of which offer pearls, others poops. With any such it’s always our own call but these images were presented as genuine “samples of ancient artworks” of “possibly oopart* dinosaur imagery”. The enthusiastic narrator burbled about how the site had oodles of such images, which apparently look a lot like dinos. But~

but no humans were around at the time such dinos trampled our planet underfoot; which could be bit of a worry—

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Oh, yes! And/or WOW~!

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But truly, I’m not convinced. Not at all—a bit bloody pathetic and he’ll be getting the rest of us Cranks a bad name …

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Didn’t even make me smile.

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* Oopart, being OOPART, being Out Of Place Artefact.

GRETA’S MARCH

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IN CANADA

Herewith a snippet of an organiser doing her thing—practical democracy in the field. My challenge for you is to look first at the images, and then to come up with a caption for each image—

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—and yes, nice lady did repeat herself.

She wanted (demanded? Of the sheeple? Naaaah …) compliance, no?

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“WHITE PEOPLE, GET TO THE BACK!”

But don’t just take my word for it you damn’ honkies, go there for yourself — Reality is only one click away. (But why would such a modest person bellow such an order?)

Now I’m off to look up all possible meanings of the words “zealot” and “power hungry control freaks” “BS” and “suckers”. Don’t wait up … Reality, folks, is not a religion; despite the charisma of over-hyped sainted little puppets.

And why did Nice Lady insist on such a thing? Don’t ask me — I’m just a dum’ dog.

WOOF~!

 

 

 

 

WELCOME TO NZ~

172539-9215b10c-0afb-4179-8d30-cdb287e048fa—especially if you are any kind of entrepreneur.

I mean it! Given, say … that New Zealand has a long standing and well recognised ‘rabbit problem‘—

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—might one sense an opportunity in these green fields? I mean bunnies go well in pies, no? But we seem to have too much of a good thing …

Mass poisonings, shooting drives, diseases, gas warfare, dogs, and gods alone know what else by way of desperate measures have been tried to limit the explosive growth in vast numbers of delicious feral protein:

Bob Thomson has run a sole operator rabbit processing plant on the outskirts of Christchurch for the past two decades, supplying wild rabbits to high end restaurants around the country and for pet food.

But he is drowning under a tsunami of paperwork.

“It all has to be up to human consumption standard because we are run under a risk management program and that risk management program requires about 20 lines of compliance at the moment.”

Maintaining his records took up to 40 hours a week.

A slip up in some paper work recently meant he had gone from audits every three months by the regulator, the Ministry for Primary Industries (MPI), to having these done every six weeks.

“It’s just gone crazy. I mean, you know we’re up to $175 an hour the auditor is charging us. It’s basically pricing it off the market.”

—so now let City Hall justify its position. No contradictions here? But hey—them bureaucrats gotta eat too, ya know! Fair deals, live and let live (rubber stamps ain’t cheap these days).

Then again … we could always pass the ‘rabbit problem’ back to our elected officials and just let them get on with it.

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I SAID IT BEFORE, and

I’ll say it again—

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YOU ONLY OWN

WHAT YOU CAN DEFEND

BY FORCE (of arms)

AGAINST ALL COMERS

 

—and thus far nary a squeak. This snipped from a local news outlet:

Barret’s grandparents first leased the land near Notown from the government in the 1930s after it was cleared of trees, dug over and mined for gold by returned servicemen.

The Barretts left much of it undeveloped, and a large chunk of the formerly gorse-covered block is now regenerating native bush.

READ MORE:
Compensation ruled out for West Coast land reclassified significant natural areas
West Coasters say land made ‘worthless overnight’ by new environment laws
West Coast tired of being the country’s ‘environmental conscience’

Under the new biodiversity rules, he and subsequent owners would need resource consent with Department of Conservation (DOC) approval to fell trees, run stock, convert to dairy and possibly to pick moss.

I say it again, with still no sign of outraged squawks from the dupes:

New Zealand is a Socialist country bordering on Communism. 

Perhaps this old dog should set his sails to the prevailing winds. The item above copied from today’s ‘Southland Times’. (If you want to go there, CLICK HERE.) (Or not—could never happen to you, now, could it …?*)

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* Not much …

AN OLDIE

BUT STILL A GOODIE—

172539-9215b10c-0afb-4179-8d30-cdb287e048fa.jpgThis sometimes gets resurrected, most recently for me in the HMNZS Otago webbie:

“If you can believe it, it comes from the story where in the 17th century, bales of animal manure were dried and transported by ship. They often got wet during transit and over a period of time gave off methane gas. Any hapless crew who walked into the hold with a naked flame met with a nasty surprise. Thus began the alleged tradition of S.H.I.T. being stamped on the bales, meaning “store high in transit” so that the bales did not get wet whilst in the ships holds.”

—and it reads like a load of stow high etc etc but I still love it. Now, that other naughty word which now is simply another adjective among today’s youngsters* (especially high school girls**)

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge

—or so I was (reliably? The mind boggles) informed.

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* I pity them. Demote our naughty words to the rank of common adjectives—what do they have left to swear with?

** Gaggles of which often pass me when hoofing through town.

HOOFING THROUGH

TOWN

on my way to meet up with The Spouse, I noticed this—

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—in the car park shared by The Baby Factory and a couple of other firms. Over the years I’ve watched with rapt admiration as those posts, once so proudly new and erect, have been battered into their current state of dutiful dejection. It takes quite some oomph to cause such disruption so I can only conclude that I must thank whatever gods may be for the random good luck that has prevented me from sharing the roads with those drivers. (And their bills, for repairs … but most Invercargolians would simply shrug ’em off as ‘fair wear and tear’.)

You see similar all over town, concrete walls that have never been painted but with a wide range of eclectic colours added by casual impact. As for actually parking, drivers here are of two minds—many believe that they are to park between the lines but an active share is adamant that to be properly parked your car must straddle the lines…

For myself I look for a nice wall that I can park close to (and then have only the one side to worry about). Brrrrr.

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