LAST POST

Death chatteringthis blog (‘Cassandric’) is on its way out.

On a good day I score at best a couple of comments, and on a really brilliant day anything up to seven visitors. I guess that even paint drying must be more interesting; so—

—so I’ll just carry on with my other blog “Ragnarok or Bust” and allow this beast to slither into oblivion. (However, I shall carry on haunting the unfortunate …)

WOW!

Wow~! Progress, Argus …

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THIS SINGLE

LINE  dodo

rings my bell

“Watts had another mystical experience while on a walk …”

—without disturbing my composure. As a proselytising atheist I’m disturbed by anything that rocks my equanimity; the single line above triggered memories from long ago.

I TOO HAVE

had ‘mystical’ experiences.

Nothing that challenged my sanity enough to believe in Gods*.  I’m happy to accept that what I experienced might have been triggered by a release of slobber in the brain—to which I believe most ‘mystical’ experiences can be traced.

Here, have thee a nice religious experience—

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And ponder the thoughts of the wee infant being sizzled by God (even more so if that graven imagery be bronze) (ouch …).

RELIGION & GODs—

Where the hell would we be without them?

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“Argus! Will you PLEASE stop making folks think?” **

 

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*   Take your pick—there’s oodles to choose from.

** Don’t fret, Mr God, Sir … that ain’t ever gonna happen!

YEP~!

WE DEFINITELY NEED

Death chatteringthat nuclear war I was babbling about. No?

Especially the consequent nuclear winter to  reset the planet’s virginity. Just think about it—after all the bombs have cleared us it will leave God a free hand to Adamise the planet once more and kick-off a restart (this time without that silly apple). All will be sweetness and light … no?

WHAT, 

you may be asking darkly … provoked this emotional outburst? Read on and all shall be revealed in this quote—

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But wait … it gets better; all those squillions of BTUs and calories per square microdot pouring in from the sun and no-one doing nothing about it. Sickening, I say … the years I’ve wasted whimpering and bleating that everyone should paint his/her/its roof silver (or at least white); and likewise all the motorways and airports and things—but does anyone ever listen? Nooooo~!

But let’s not fret.

I mean, it’s not as if it’s all unprecedented, is it? And perhaps one Mr Graham Hancock is right about previous ‘civilisations’ — maybe another decent (dinosaur size) asteroid will do the job and save us* from us.

And in a few tens of thousands of years new breeds may be arguing over the possibility that some of those funny artefacts (Hoover dam, Pyramids …) might actually indicate previous ‘civilisations’ …

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* Sometimes cranks do speak a bit of sense—often we just don’t see it until too late.

A CARTOON

THAT I SAW ONCE

in a magazine—sadly the name of the magazine is long forgotten but the pungent cartoon lives on—

PICTURE, if you will, a semi-sozzled hubby arriving home quite late to a scribbled note on the table:

YOUR DINNER

IS IN THE DOG

—and ponder your own probable handling of this kiwi lady’s problem—

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—the major factor at work here, of course, is our Kiwi desperate need for Political Correctness (and to hell with any innocent) — New Zealanders MUST conform. The approval of their peers overrides any other considerations (like booting his little arse out of bed … or putting his dinner in the dog) …

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COLLECTIVISM

devil-2 BOPCollectivism is one of

the Deadliest Sins.

I define a ‘sin’ as ‘an act against humanity’ — whilst not bothering to define the word humanity. (Try that and we go on forever, losing ourselves in obfuscations.)

We can leave the biggest sinners of all—the simpering blood-soaked religious—to flabble about with their own definitions, most often involving offending a mythical deity of some bloody ilk*.

EVERY INTEREST

seeking—

  • survival
  • growth
  • power
  • absolute control

—seems eventually to use a myth of some kind or another as justification for offences against basic human decencies. The more ancient, the better. No?

GIVEN

that folks want power, wealth, sex, control, and free time … a religion can be the ideal means. Control a per’s soul and you control the physical body—the per** becomes your slave. (You get quite rich—the Pope’s officers have been doing it for centuries, the mad mullahs of Islam likewise, the Nazis did it and so too Lenin’s cultural offspring … and endless others.)

CUTTING TO THE GRITTY

The good ol’ Nazis are the prime example of making a religion out of inhumanity.

Antisemitism (also spelled anti-semitism or anti-Semitism) is hostility to, prejudice, or discrimination against Jews.[1][2][3] A person who holds such positions is called an antisemite. Antisemitism is generally considered to be a form of racism.[4][5] It has also been characterized as a political ideology which serves as an organizing principle and unites disparate groups which are opposed to liberalism.[6]

—Quote above is from Wikipedia

I am not an anti-semitic. I don’t limit myself:

I am anti-religion.

Organised religion, that is … but so long as a belief uses no form of force in its propagations I can tolerate it—fouling the defenceless minds of the innocent young, to me, is force …

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“Argie! Don’t knock it—my biggest source of recruitments!”

 

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* Which deity being in absentia means that we are in fact offending merely His/Her ‘representatives on Earth’. (Such offending in too many places can get you your lolly lopped, or worse. Much worse …)

** ‘Per’ … a new-speak word embracing all possible human sexes/genders and interpretations. (A ‘newspeak’ term as an all-embracing politically acceptable Gender Neutral, flowing naturally on from common usage of the word ‘person’.)

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CAMERAs

I don’t

UNDERSTAND

devil-2 BOP.pngthe fascination everyone seems to have with/for ‘reflex’ cameras. Namely the hangover from an earlier time, the ‘Single Lens Reflex’. Sure, I had one myself back in the stone-age … a much beloved Olympus OM2N with a battery of lenses and filters and doodahs for doing all sorts of things (my Cokin collection was a significant investment).

My film SLR replaced my earlier Yashica Electro 35 (a sample of which still graces my bookery, behind me right now as I peck at these keys).

ANYWAY

back to the question:

why do folks put up with the totally unnecessary mechanisms that are the ‘reflex’ pentaprisms and mirrors and springs and dampeners and excess baggage that make up the working works of the camera?

My OMD EM5 mk 2 which I absolutely adore (and refer to lovingly as ‘The Beast”) does what I personally think a good camera should do—it presents through the viewfinder the exact scene that the camera is looking at. And when I slam down the trigger button thing the camera records the scene ‘as-is/where is’ without noisy great redundant unnecessary obsolete hangover mechanisms hauling up mirrors, blocking out the view, vibrations and other such stuff.

So vision remains unimpaired without loss of target. No clunk-mechanisms, no nothing but serenity, sweetness, purity, and joy … without loss of target during firing (sometimes important).

Here, have thee an SLR image I purloined from a library book—

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—and using your imagination replace that expensive unnecessary redundant obsolete prism/mirror stuff with a wee TV screen that parallels the feed to your sensor:

  • no loss during shooting
  • wysiwyg
  • no unnecessary dampener mechanisms
  • no etc etc …

… aaaah, bugger it—we all have our little peccadilloes, no? Mine is vibration-free image capturing, yours is nostalgia for the technical miracle that is the SLR.

Peace, may you and your Beast be very happy together …

devil

“Argus!”

(Oh no …) “Yes, Mr Debbil, Sir, your unGodliness?”

“Leave ’em alone! Let ’em suffer for their art—”

“I see, Sir—by the time they get to you they’re acclimatised?”

“Bingo, Dog! Saves me a helluva lot of work …”

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