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each other. Not too much, because …


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—with some people there’s simply no need. They do it themselves … they reveal themselves by what they say. (Which often saves pretentious cynics like moiself a lot of time …)


that contradictions are impossible. (No such thing, there’s only apparent such things.)


I’ve done it to death, I’ll do it again—

the concept of God’s “omniscience” (means: He’s the definitive know-all) and the concept of human individual “Free Will” tend towards contradicting each other.


they do contradict each other.

Ergo one of those concepts is in error (it means false). ‘Cos either God does know all; or yes, we do have Free Will.

Can’t be both …

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“Argus! Leave ’em alone! Hell, you’re making even MY head hurt~!”


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if you didn’t realise something—line-animated-birds-wire copy.gif

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—namely that you cannot debate or reason with a brick, or a schlogg of foam on the beach, or someone who overlooks the most basic of his own ‘facts’ … but first, let me introduce the source of that delightfully illustrative snippet—


—and you’ll see where I’m coming from with this.

The source article was this invitation finger-pointing-down  (between the red lines):




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—and let’s get to the gritty. Namely that if you need an unseen presence watching your every thought and monitoring your compliances (not with Humanity itself but a blackmailing parasitical code of would-be ‘ethics’) then you are, in all possible meanings of the word, a bit Pathetic*.


I think the nice Beattie has aptly described ‘God’ …



Awww … shucks … modesty forbids …

* Okay, I lied.

Please amend: (a) delete “a bit” and (b) in place insert “totally” …



that I have an agile mind. (Do too …)

So in the Red Cross op shoppe this afternoon I simply couldn’t resist getting a snap of this.

Of these.

Of wotever—

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The staff were a bit nonplussed at my effrontery but were either too embarrassed or too chicken to challenge—which worries me not a wit; when I cheerily expressed the opinion that the device looked like someone’s attempt at a visual pun … … all I got was the usual silent Southland stare.

(In case I come across as arrogant: I believe the ancient Greeks suffered from my syndrome, with their many muttered references to ‘Boeotian cows’.)

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To each his own and as long as we have the netball (and the best rugby players in the world) all others can go suck*.

Here, kitty kitty kitty ...

Argus! Them’s my Chosen People! Leave ’em alone … or else!


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* So there~! (Especially them blasted  $%£@&*%*&!!  Aucklanders!)


Hi, Brazil~!


Hy Brasil …

any the wiser now? Not yet. Let me explain:

I’m a self-confessed CT nutcase. So  whatever you call me it’s been said before.

Moving on—

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a professor at an American university did some sums after he’d suffered a rush of eurekas. He’d been poring over ye olde sea-maps …

Knowing that his conclusions would upset the current ‘experts’ he wrote his book anyway. So there.

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Before publishing he asked an obscure kraut crank to check it out; kraut* gave it quite an endorsement. He then went ahead, was predictably soundly rubbished (and eventually I purchased a reprint).

I added his info to some of the other bits I’ve garnered; thinking how unfortunate it was that he had to do his sums the old way with slide-rules and had no computers, calculators, Google Maps etc. My good fortune …


Roughly 12000 years ago an ice-age ended. Various icery  (two miles thick in places) melted sending enough water downhill to raise the then sea levels by about four hundred feet-ish. (Doggerland went from forests to seabed.) So?


Hapgood noted similarities in many of his old maps, similar mistakes even. Not only puffy winds and mermaids, but actual navigational things. Here’s a selection for you, see if you notice ’em too—this first being hardly fair, a real toughie …

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… and moving on …

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With all these clues it’s hard not to notice …

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Are we there yet?

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Here’s one that seems a bit dated …finger-pointing-down

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And they all have something in common:

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That ‘something’ being a wee island group that doesn’t exist. So trying to find it using Google Maps, we come up with this—

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Which when you blow it up, looks like this—

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—which coupled with the old legends and maps … is spooky.

(Or not, I’m off now ‘cos The Spouse gets cranky if I don’t come running when she yodels about dinner …)

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by the way … aforementioned kraut crank was one Albert Einstein (famous for doing things with atoms and clocks).


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Your quote:

Jeremiah 36:3

Perhaps when the people of Judah hear about every disaster I plan to inflict on them, they will each turn from their wicked ways; then I will forgive their wickedness and their sin.




the gullible read but don’t understand their Bible/s?




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and I’m still ploughing through Fawcett’s book (‘Exploration Fawcett’) and still as fascinated as the first time I ever read it. Conclusions—

(a) human life is often very cheap

(b) and of no value, and

(c) anyone will do anything to anyone

and with ref to ref (c): are some people serious or very tongue-in-cheek? I mean, who (other than in Fawcett’s book) ever heard of a dog with a double-barrelled nose?

So being a modern I asked the one guy in the universe who knows everything (no, not that One … I mean the one you can actually engage with, ol’ Mr Google).

Google giggled, made me dwell a brief pause, passed wind then spat out a sizeable selection; so here’s just one for you—

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—and if you don’t believe it, you’re welcome to do your own homework. (Go on, off you go; shoo~!)

Or if you’re still here, this one below I just didn’t follow no further cos’ I have more interesting things to do (tracking down some of the myths perpetuated by one Percy Harrison Fawcett).

But this wee beast is kind of cute—

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—regardless of whether he exists outside of Photoshop or not. I hope he’s real, I’d like to own one; sometimes I’d take him for a walk in the rush hour and watch all the disbelievers driving up trees …


I have to fit in more of Fawcett; I’ve found his bird that softens stone with chemicals but not yet the references I remember to cold-lights in forgotten cities.

Don’t wait up …

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CYNIC DEPT 2018 #1



“Yes, Pet?”

“That doodah high up on the wall, over there; what is it?”

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Image taken in the upstairs munchery of H & J’s department store in Invercargill,  located high on the wall and visible from most tables.


If your antiquity embarrasses you, don’t answer …


(b) Now What?


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A couple of years back someone in City Hall decided that the ancestral street decorations dragged out every Christmas and left up for months were getting a bit ratty. So despite taxpayer protests they sent a few bods at taxpayer expense—who I imagined were wined and dined lavishly—to China, and after running up a few bills came home with a bunch of lights …

… that didn’t perform. I think it was something to do with safety standards and stuff. But after the rehash, eventually we ended up with these—

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So let me add to their charms—they are electric! Yes, indeedy, they can be illuminated and switched on at night. So?

So way down here in the southernmost city in NZ, and for all I know possibly the southernmost (or next in line) city in the world … it don’t get dark at this time of the year until about eleven o’clock at night (sun sets earlier, true, but we have looong twilights).


(a) welcome to the only city in the world that prides itself on its taxpayer funded (tah daaah~!) invisible decorations. Boom boom! Are we unique, or what? And—

(b) when they are lit up at night to illuminate the festive world—who the hell (other than street-cleaners, stray dogs, and a few die-hard revellers) is ever going to see their glory?

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ol’ God got it right. His star-spangled blue dome and illuminations seem to function well. Here above, have thee a nice superdupermoon taken with my second camera (and Big G’s deco works both as decoration and lamp).


we should send all the councillors off to church. They may listen to the paid vulture (never do to their reluctant gunpoint funders) and you never know, there may be a miracle and they’d start actually thinking …


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… but don’t hold your breath …