WIGGLY-SQUIGGLEY

aka dodo

semi-randomish slobber.

En trottant on a mixed trot-walk the other day I was surprised to see a soul go flying out ahead of me.

The soul of my starboard shoe, in fact … the same sole that I’d made a temporary fix using a hot glue gun last time it came off, and completely forgot about. Not a problem, I finished the walk and am now in the market for some new exercising shoes. But—

—not one to leave my soles lying about the countryside for the Debble to collect, I beat Him to it and brung it home, and found the glug still attached.

Intrigued, I loved the random-ish pattern and took this snap for any of you doubters out there who still don’t believe in soles—

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—and in the manner of a Wotsit ink-blot test, you may tell me wot you see.

There’ll be no prizes but be warned, I may analyse your response and tell you why you are such a wretched spiritual mess that you need stare so intently at blobs of glue …

And now—

BT smiling teethy grin

Go gettum, Tiger!

 

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LOVELY ART DECO

dodoBUILDINGS …

And for this wee southern town, a physical demonstration of the illusionist’s art. In fact, like much of philosophy, religions, and/or some sciences—

ALL IS ILLUSION

—which if you don’t understand, who can blame you? Perhaps better worded as

ALL IS FACADE

and there we have it. An often very attractive face applied to the shack so that the passers-by or actively self-absorbed can gush “OOOOH! Look! Isn’t it lovely!?!?” whilst gauging your reactions. (Politics?)

WE DO HAVE A FEW

discerning souls who look beyond the fresh paint and see the shoddy Titanic—little girls in the crowd who despite getting clopped about the ears by panicking adults insist on pointing out the nakedness of their emperor.

IN THE WORLD’S

“southernmost city” we have town officials gambling full-ahead-all-engines on massive financial undertakings … using, of course, not their own funds but the taxation base.

They are demolishing an entire city block in the so-called “Central Business District” and will be having huge erections to replace it—a “modern all-singing, all-dancing, wonderful new mega-mall’ that will attract visitors in droves from all over the country, the Pacific, the World … the universe, even; to come down here and spend their money.

Yeah, right—

AGAIN I STATE

ALL IS FACADE

 

and yesterday whilst tripping cheerfully through Duckburg I scored this shot—

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—which pretty well illustrates my point.

Those buildings aren’t part of the ‘Death Zone’ (yet) so at least some facades will remain from the art deco period; but here below is a shot of petty ambitions made manifest and grown cancerously to the destruction of the host—

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WE ELECT

(We? Never mind—) on one day every so-many years our absolute dictators for the next so-many years.

This is called ‘Democracy’—

—and the definition thereof is pure facade

Kismet

CREDIT WHERE

IT’S DUE—

A humble salute to someone whose works I’d often seen and enjoyed without ever pondering the source—

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—I admire those who pop the bubbles of the self-aggrandising and pompous whilst duly crediting those who earn the credit. This world is an emptier place for him having left it.

(Image above hijacke  borrowed with thanks from CLICK HERE and thanks also to GP for bringing the works once more to the fore.)

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GENESIS REVISITED

or should that be

screen shot 2019-01-23 at 23.16.23PARADISE REVISITED?

Don’t ask me—I’m just a dum dog. So let’s both go there and have a quickie. Look.

And it’s much better to look deep under the surface for any common themes: (under the surface, dammit … leave them fig-leafs alone)(or the wrath of a God who knows everything will find thee out and infest thine kennel with fleas).

Image 1: A Paradise

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Image 2: A nother Paradise

Image 3: A modern Eden (it means Paradise) (duuuuh~!)*

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BEFORE WE GO FURTHER

I must acknowledge my inspiration:

http://tiribulus.com/wordpress/the-problem-with-the-the-problem-of-evil/

A source whose logo (logo? Word of God? Cute …) seems to share the same lion with one CS of devout devotion fame; same but slightly different. As a Leo myself I appreciate the unwitting (witless?) plug. Small world …

AND NOW A WORD

from my sponsor**

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Take umbrage with mine own arrogant writings as much as you wish—but please be very careful if you even think of treading on wisdom as encapsulated above by a man dead a thousand years and one deceased fairly recently.

But challenge if you can. Emotively I think you can, but from any other viewpoint I say you can’t. Feel free:

Moi

I await your response with great (nay, utmost!) trepidation …

dodo

* “No snake!” you squawk … oh, really?

** Well … he would be, both of them, if not dead already these many years.

INTERESTING QUOTE

attributed via Wiki via VW to one Jenner—

Some days before his death, he stated to a friend: “I am not surprised that men are not grateful to me; but I wonder that they are not grateful to God for the good which he has made me the instrument of conveying to my fellow creatures.” (wikipedia)

—which I couldn’t let pass without timidly asking where did the foul disease he discovered the means of combatting come from in the first place?

Clue:

“Praise God from whom all blessings flow”

—and I await your hosannas.

Let ’em ring forth loud and clear—

—and please feel free to join me in the choruses. Or not.

BOOM BOOM

 

OOPS. SORRY, GOD

AND SORRY, SCIENCE

too.

But given that Good ol’ God is fixed in Time and Space whereas science evolves (sciences evolve?) (bugger …) then feast your current eyes on these thoughts—

“These animals tell us that when humans were living there, it was not a desert,” said first author Huw Groucutt, an archaeologist at the University of Oxford. Instead, monsoon rains had transformed the area into a grassland with freshwater lakes and rivers. “There were abundant animals and a lot of people living there,” Groucutt said.

In fact, lush periods like this one might have turned the Arabian Peninsula into “a sort of staging post that sucks people in and them pumps them out” to spread further east into Eurasia, he added …

That same article mentions Australia too—possibly in case any expats therefrom are feeling left out.

Damn. I used to think that ancient Egypt (at a mere three thousand years or so) was ancient.

And then, thanks to God’s gift (the miracle that is the wwweb) I’m stumbling over heaps and heaps of stuff and the days aren’t long enough. Damn—

“GOD!”

“Yes, Argie, old pup?”

“Could ya spare a few more years, for a good cause?”

… … sorry, Dog. You know I don’t work that way. Get up off your bucket, stay awake longer, fill the unforgiving minute—”

BUGGER

You can go off Gods …

down eyeface“And they ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, Dog! I’ve left ooodles of little surprises out there in The Record for them to find …”

Moi

Hah! Just see if I care … zzzzzznorp …

 

PC, OR NOT

TO PC

Fly Pig, left bigwhere C ain’t at all.

Correctness seems to mean Compliance (yet progress often stems from mavericks)(you know, not the guys who think outside the square but the more dangerous turkeys who think outside the blasted box).

I commented recently on a post—

From a lifetime of arrogant unachievement I can state that genuine self esteem can only be earned, not taught nor instilled (or freely given away with the little plastic submarine in the cornflakes packets).

For many arrogance comes with the turf—my own was earned the hard way. And I do mean hard.

Ya wanna boost a kid’s self esteem? Set the little bugger a task that will stretch his resources (but IS within his power)(that’s rather important) then get the hell out of his way … it’s called Challenge, and overcoming challenges is much more better than giving them a little star every time they sit up straight …

—and feel that a statement of such unabashed genius should be fired out into the world for all to savage—

—If they can …

AND YES, I KNOW

that’s not a ‘Politically Correct’. It’s a damned (hoick, spit!) sexist statement:  I used the singular ‘his’ when I should have complied (with the rather wishy-washy directives of the herd’s Thought Police) by using the plural (but sexless) ‘their’.

So I’m a Male Chauvinist Pig (or wotever is the current PC pejorative of choice)(they chop and change with the reliability of social compliance and fashion) … if anyone has a problem with me, please explain—I’m all ears—and

Moi

—you have my full attention.