from the mighty


—and here’s your quote:


Lack of sunlight

One of the potential reasons for this spike in allergies could be lifestyle-related, due to a lack of vitamin D. We’re spending less time outdoors and this decrease in exposure to sunlight could be behind our body’s inability …

According to The Guardian … have looked into how a lack of exposure to sunlight, and the vitamin D deficiency that comes from it, can make infants three times more likely to have …

sourced:  CLICK HERE

Please at least try to guess my motivations in posting this~?


if you drive past Winton’s primary schools at any time the kids are rampant you may notice one possibly irrelevant detail …

down there

—all the little monsters are wearing wide-brimmed hats and dolled up in anti-cosmic radiation gear—by edict of the educated ladies who know what they’re on about: namely that our friendly little star is actually a monstrous slavering beast who wants nothing more than to scorch children to smithereens. (‘Educated’ in this case means right up in current Social Wisdoms: ie the sun, fresh air, and anything else not approved by the Social Media is to be shunned.) 


for (the few) school teachers who actually take an objective look at Life.

But to moi as a silly old poop with few modern indoctrinations—it is obvious that we weren’t evolved to be swaddled away from our environment.


“Hey, Argie … not MY doing!”

Now look again at that quote, and consider whether the word ‘potential’ was misused  …  wouldn’t ‘possible’ have been more apt?

Is New Zealand journalism now ripe for ‘affirmative action’ on behalf of linguistic reactionaries? Don’t ask me:  I’m still mourning the loss of the Proof Reader.

chimp rocks




two millenniums. Millennia. Thingies …

The Catholic Church (we are told) has developed (in secret, utilising the (donated?) services of some of the greatest scientific brains) a


which as nobody knows is a TV set capable of blending modern electronics* and the Power Of Christ to (in real time) throw up an image from any four-dimensional coordinates. (NOTE: any.)


that ‘they’ are keeping it well under wraps even after half a century because of the immense power it would afford anyone who had one and knew how to use it.

They have, we are reliably (?) informed, used it to observe at first hand the Crucifiction of Christ. (I guess ol’ God allowed them to because such unarguable proof can only help His purposes, no?).


for all you ignoramus heathens out there is a genuine photo of the face of Christ-on-the-cross as presented by the fruits of the greatest minds ever—

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—set alongside a (guesswork? Inspired?) painting of such. Pretty dam’ good, no?


go Google the word ‘Chronovisor’ for yourself.

You’ll be very impressed, with it you can eavesdrop on (say) Yamamoto and his merry men planning the attack on Pearl Harbour, or watch Robin Hood loose his final (“Bury me where it lands, Chaps …) shaft, or if more adventurous you might even watch the Big Bang itself in real time (or God creating everything, better minds than mine are still debating that point).


is for these things to come onto the market.

They’ll probably be beyond my pay-grade but what if the heads of all the disputing factions got one? No more wars—

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—unless of course, you got in firstest with the mostest. Brrrrrr …


who actually believes in any of this, I still have that bridge for sale in Australia. Cheap. Especially, Sir or Madam, for you

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* Okaaaaayyyy … once was modern. I wonder if they’ve updated it to the solid-state micro-chip version yet? (Vacuum tubes, valves, and CRTs … so very old hat these days.)



known by the locals as


“God’s own (country)”, get it? selfie


to be a ‘Conspiracist’. I’m not. I flag myself up as a Crank to save others the bother and to alert folks to the ‘other worldly’ status of my thinking. (If you promptly thought ‘aliens!’ here then you are the sort of thinker I’m trying to warn against … I entertain the possibility, yes, but I don’t believe it all that probable.)


in New Zealand there is a subtle campaign of social indoctrination/manipulation underway which makes no sense unless for some reason kiwis are being prepared for the reversion of the country to ‘native’ control. Sadly for all—actions2it is no longer ‘their’ country.

To the British these islands were effectively a tabula rasa upon which they stamped their Brit values, their political systems and religions. For which all should be grateful. If not the Poms it would have been the French, Germans, or possibly the Dutch. In the end it would not (r) NOT have been the natives.


So just the other day a publishing outlet was obliged by Government action to remove from distribution a ‘free speech’ video that asked too many embarrassing questions (and had ferreted out too many embarrassing ‘facts’). One must not, it seems, in Godzone embarrass the government ‘line’. Or ask questions … why not? (Don’t ask…)

I refer to the Plummtree production—


—for that video (while you can) (if you desire). Obviously it was made for a purpose, to appeal to a minority (of cranks? Nazis?) sufficiently to make sales and hopefully a few bucks.

To my mind it raises good healthy questions. Questions which rather than being swept under the carpet should be flagged up and dragged screaming into the full light of day for objective scrutiny. But hey——I live in New Zealand and that ain’t gonna happen.


a lot about the people of North Korea … but for organic robots it is difficult to find better specimens than the ‘free’ thinking people of Godzone. Both of whom would fight like rabid rats for their beloved system — why is that?


Glove thrown, I await rebuttal …


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nobody dare mention …




your snippet—

A classic car club stopped to take in the sights of Taharoa were chased out of the remote Waikato town by local Māori threatening to shoot them and bash their cars if they didn’t leave.”

Sourced:  CLICK HERE 

I know where these ‘victims’ are coming from—I was driving The Spouse through lovely Southland along a less frequented coastal road fairly recently. We thought it was just another country road but the further we went the less and less welcome we felt. If body language speaks, and if the ‘vibes’ can convey meaning—we felt vibed. Really bad juju—

—Maori country.

We turned about and left. At speed. Whatever the history books may say, whatever the state of the State propaganda, whatever the Public Face of this “We are all one people now!” nation—if ever you come here: be careful.

Sure, ‘we’ took their land. (Yes, that’s what kids are taught in kiwi schools—that the nice cuddly native folks are the victims here. Brrrrrr …)


thing of repatriating some of the many Maori souvenir heads (that found their way overseas a few generations back as legitimate souvenirs—souvenirs bought and paid for with no thought of how they were converted from living breathing human beings into grimacing processed mementos).


those goods once profitably exported as tourist junk have now become Sacred Ancestral Relics—proof indeed, of the utter savagery of the (mostly British, of course) seamen and others who purchased them … on the open market …

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A collector ....pngRobley (tourist above) took souvenirs seriously


these days is Big Business, a source of income based on pure Theatre.

Theatre rules across the board, from the opportunistic ‘haka’ at sporting events to the welcoming home of processed heads—

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—and I imagine that at ground floor level some of the players are actually sincere.

read more:  click here 


I simply stay away from Maori areas.

Racist? No … survivalist. I value, if not my life, my hub-caps … so I shan’t try to go surfing up north.

Or in the deep south … or west …

free marketeers haggling

NZ Souvenir stall 17-1800s





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But who in his (oops, gotta be PC here—) her right mind would murder the “lungs of the planet”? Virgin rainforest, jungle, zillions of trees all frantically gobbling CO2 and socking it away and thereby saving us from heat-death; and here we* are, wilfully destroying all of that? Trees that have been there forever, keeping us cool, now off to the arboreal abattoir?

Or have they were they are they …


much … recently a schoolboy somewhere (or other) playing with his google found to everyone’s great amazement a lost city under the forest over there. Wow. But wait, it gets better—a LIDAR survey found lots of ’em. Some quite big, and all the discoveries when added up tend to rock the ol’ boat of expert thinking a bit.

Perhaps them ancient pyramid things weren’t really built way out in the jungle after all; thereby confuting all the experts who were thinking exactly that and have been for generations. Wait—scientists wrong? Never …

It’s all too much for this old dog, so while I wander off to find some fleas to scratch take a look at this—

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—which I pulled in this evening and snup from—

—this vid here. Less than four minutes (try it, as the actress said to the bishop, you’ll like it) in duration and well worth the expense.


It doesn’t even scratch the surface …

gast me flabbers!




* Speak for yourself, dammit. (I certainly never signed that page …)




devil-29973__340I’m allowed to ask innocent questions. I’m also allowed (nay, expected) to visit other crank sites and gobble up their good stuffs with mad raptorous abandonment*.

So I wolf the u-tubes of folks like Jimmy (‘Bright Insight’) (loooove his enthusiasm); or of a someone who seems happy making a living by helping folks glut their desires for mystery—Brien Foerster’s offerings are worth the visit too. It’s an honest buck**.


I follow leads, asking questions from a great height (Google satellites—we mortals can’t get much higher from our armchairs). Like this—

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—which to put into context you’d have to go to Brien’s UT post: CLICK HERE

I notice a lot of things but the most intriguing might also have the most mundane explanations: like what are those wee circles?

While poor ol’ Brien ponders his shattered pyramid being off true north by 23 degrees, I ponder the minors … here, have a nice shattered pyramid—

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—possibly damaged beyond economical repair by some oaf stumbling about in the dark. Or perhaps God got grumpy ‘cos they didn’t slaughter Him enough lambs***.

I love cranks and admire anyone who turns an honest buck. People want weirdies, Brien serves ’em up—but genuine weirdies you can touch, kick, climb over and feel that you’ve got your money’s worth—

—not like those in church where the holey bikkie blatantly does NOT become human flesh, nor the wine turn into (retch) blood. Brrrrr, but it takes all sorts …

Eve & Lution

“He wot, you say? Loves animals? Oh … really?”




* No. Good spotting, but it’s not a typo … us birdbrains are right into our puns, no?

** Hence my intense dislike of the clergy (any clergy).

*** God looooooves little lambs, they’re so … … innocent. And delicious.



for it. Go there (web) and look for yourselves. Look, and you might see, or not.


have figured out by now (oh, wow~!) I’m a sort of a Conspiracy Theorist nut. So I shan’t go into detail, just re-iterate that there’s a lot more to ancient (Egypt especially, and others) monuments than meets the eye.

Here, have a nice pile of rocks—

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favouritest is the GP of E. Anyone who’s looked at the GP as a topic has an opinion. I was taught at school (by professionals!) that the GP and siblings were tombs for the rich and powerful, etc etc, and I gobbled it all down with rapt abandonment.

Nowadays I compare what the acknowledged experts allege versus us cranks and nutters. Nutters hold more credibility although fewer credentials (go figure).


credentialed are the charming Dr Zahi Hawass (public relations expert par excellence, a born negotiator if ever there were one) and of course his sidekick the clever Dr Mark Lehner.

Lehner has to be clever, he’s a doctor, and when I poked very very briefly into his source discovered he was something to do with Edgar Cayce—

gast me flabbers!

oh … WOW!

—the so-called “sleeping prophet”. Any form of prophet raises my hackles, brrrr.

But ol’ Edgar was even better—with no medical training at all he could be confronted with a medical problem, put himself to sleep, and whilst asleep his Atlantean spirit guides would diagnose the problem and give him the cure which he would pass on to a grateful victim. Lehner was rapt with this guy? (Any reason why not? Hmm?)


and before I digress to infinitem I’ll give you this wee snippet of what our GP of E looks like inside—

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—all four hundred and eighty feet high of it, all six decimal 3 (give or take a few dozen) million tons of stone blocks of it (some blocks seventy tons or more, somehow hosted waaaay up and immaculately emplaced) etc etc.

To cut to the chase here—

I don’t believe it.


Yep. I have no option but to believe in the GP of E, or course, it’s there and rather hard not to … but I don’t believe it was constructed by well-whipped slaves dragging rocks on sledges up earthen ram—

“Mr Argus! Sir!”

Oops …

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

“That’s old hat belief, Sir! Modern thinking is that they were all volunteers; and any whipping would have been optional and only on request—”

(Bugger … all those years of compulsory schooling wasted …*)


“But the nice Mr Cayce was right into Atlanteans, Sir … so I suspect the nice Dr Lehner probably is too—which might add weight to the Conspiracy folks who believe that such believers are withholding vital information …”

“Enough, sweet child! My furry head is all a-spinning! Dammit, I trusted my teachers! They were clever, the cutting edge of tuition, thought, applied reason and philosophy—”

“So is Hawass, Sir …”

“And Lehner?”

“The Atlantean Prophet follower guy? Yes, Sir. Indeed …”

Actually although it’s been many years since I read books on Cayce I was just now intrigued enough to Google (noun become verb—that happens a lot lately) and came up with this—


—which may help explain some of Lehner’s deep involvement with his Sphinx. And to my mind, although Hawass is emphatic and passionate about the involvement in the creations of the Giza complex by Egyptians, I doubt very much that they would recognise him (and vice versa) as of the same breed.

Bugbear big

oooops … I could be wrong …

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* Mine, not hers. ‘Twas ever thus …