“Still, Dr David Strain, a clinical senior lecturer at the University of Exeter and chair of the British Medical Association’s medical academic staff committee, said the cases were worrying for at least two reasons.

“The first is that it suggests that previous infection is not protective. The second is that it raises the possibility that vaccinations may not provide the hope that we have been waiting for.”


So: do we not see such vaccinations still becoming compulsory anyway?

But the cynic in me asks: “if natural immunisation is not good, why should un-natural (artificial) be any better?

Don’t ask: Beyond here be monsters.



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enough to die for. 

Now that I have your undivided attention:

Ever since this Corona affair began the only things that seem important to folks worldwide are

  • flocking to booze barns, and
  • flocking to beaches

don’t take my word for it, check your news outlets. Here, have a nice example:
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Being a curious cynic I ponder such things; can you explain? Here’s someone’s attempt:

“The unknown is very scary, and at the first moment, people react to that with many symptoms like stress, anxiety, and depression. But after a certain moment it seems to happen a kind of denial … maybe to defend themselves from a feeling of impotence,” she said.”


which sounds about right.

Anyway, everyone’s doing it  …

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—except those of us too clever to notice. Technical term for it? Perhaps some kind of ‘syndrome’? Is there an answer? I’d love to know …

Moi, smaller




dodo me


It means well.

It gives me some optimism. Slanted? Not so badly as the ayes and nays of the Chinese leadership. Like it says in That Good(?) Book—

“Do unto others,

As they do unto you”

—but for the sake of all the gods in history (a working definition of the term ‘limitless’) do it unto to them


before they doeth it unto you. (And yes, it may well come to that.)

And if I’m a sucker for propaganda, sheesh; I’ll propagate along with anyone that rings my bell …


LOCKDOWN … again

Screen Shot 2020-06-18 at 11.12.42Just in case you think I’m always presenting us kiwis as paradigms of virtue, and am being a bit overly smug about our sheer brilliance—

—we ain’t.

We too have our naive, our dupes, our idiots, our insouciant twats; and when I run out of epithets (this could go on for a while) we might just call ’em fools. I like fools. Fools is good: expressive, apt, and doesn’t cost too much in keystrokes.

Okay, fools it is then—and just as with everything else we have the world’s biggest bestest brightest paradigms thereof. We too can be just like all those other idiots out there. (CLUE: Auckland is currently in ‘lockdown’) …


Auckland Council has had reports of queues of cars more than 2km long at Muriwai Beach, influxes of people using toilets, padlocks and chains cut on closed gates (for example at Coast Road in Muriwai, Cornwallis and along Scenic Drive in the Waitākere Ranges).”

All good clean fun, hey? (Until it happens to YOU, Bub!)*

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* But that can’t ever gonna happen ... 



Screen Shot 2020-06-18 at 11.12.42.pngI don’t often use this particular news source; but led there by an interesting snippet I explored a wee bit and came up with this—Screen Shot 2020-08-13 at 09.28.36.png

—and being as smug as a bug snug in a rug I pondered (briefly)

  • education
  • motivation
  • intelligence
  • information

and whether youth is truly wasted on the young—you know, the laws of cause and effect wrt education and gullibility.

As we said in the navy when I was but a pup

“Lead on, Dick, I’m right behind!”

Now go read aloud to any youngsters you can catch that poem (below). I’ll wait. (Or not, we’ve better things to do than preach vision to the blind.)

And now—

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Hardly relevant, but of interest possibly to some bugger somewhere. Don’t wait up, I’m off to the beach … oh, yes—yer poem; make of it wot ye may:


But I advise against reading it compared with simply running your eyes over it (and thinking to the effect of “This is nice, Dear” before reaching for the cornflakes).*

“Setting up a franchise at the beach, Argus!”

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*  Never. My brekkie for over forty years is two fried eggs, on cheese, on toast. (Still awaiting the obligatory heart-attack I’ve been promised …)