1st OFF, let’s open with a question:


pc, notbefore the dread ‘plastic bag’?

Hey … I remember paper bags.

And unprinted newsprint wrappers … with sometimes waxed paper liners; and no kerfuffle about saving the planet.

I also remember leaning against the guardrails watching the sea rush by with oodles of assorted floating rubbishes. Hundreds of miles out, back in the sixties, seventies. Move along, please, move along; nothing new here …


issue. For some.

For me, I merely anticipate the next major war wherein I shall serve only as an extra, a spectating pawn waaaaayyy out on the sidelines … but anyone civically minded had then damned well better watch out for pollution on an undreamt of Grand Scale. Just one brief morning of wild enthusiasm will reverse the course of years and years of self-denial using plakkie-baggie substitutes. No?

Oh yes …

Now here’s your quote—

“If a plastic bag is reused three times, for example being used twice in the supermarket and then as a bin liner, the cotton bag has to be used almost 400 times to have lower global warming potential than plastic.

This is because of the amount of energy and use of non-renewable resources it takes to extract cotton, make the bags and then ship them…”


So? So if you are a voter, and at all overly concerned …

… go vote for somebody—

chimp rocks

—anybody!  It doesn’t matter a damn whom,

politicians are fungible

Now go recycle something, a politician perhaps …

… and the beat goes on, the beat goes onnnnnnn …




“… Good memories from past lives can be awakened and great things can happen. To be able to fly, you must awaken the bird memory. Most people have these memories buried too deep to access. Levitation and flying is our birthright, stresses the Avatar Paramahamsa Nithyananda …”

—I would ask nice man to demonstrate. No, no, Silly Person … demonstrate the flying part is all I ask.

Your link:

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… and before you ask, I didn’t watch it.

I just quoted from the guff … my current incarnation is too brief a candle, no?

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you’ve heard this one

before (it’s the definition I use of/for ‘Democracy’):

“Democracy is when we go to the polls to elect

our absolute dictators for the next few years”

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And thus far not a squeak of protest, nary a honk of outrage from anyone.

But we do get an occasional bleat of possibly related whimper—

” … has bypassed Congress in order to sell military weapons to Saudi Arabia, a nation who has been attacking Yemen for more than three years, killing more than 10,000 people, mostly civilians, and pushing millions more to the brink of starvation. Both chambers of Congress voted on a bill to end U.S. military support to Saudi Arabia in April, but Trump vetoed the bill.  Now, he chooses to illegally continue sending arms to the Saudis with which they will kill more innocent people.  His rationale is to claim, falsely, that there is an ‘emergency’ with Iran.  There is not, though not for lack of trying on his part, but facts do not seem to matter.  He continues to pander to strongman Mohammad bin Salman, despite the fact that bin Salman ordered the brutal murder of Washington Post journalist Jamal Khashoggi, a fact that seems not to bother Trump in the least.”

—which puts me in mind a vaguely similar bit of a bleat a couple of hundred years ago.*

Don’t mind me—I’m just feeling a bit jaded this morning. It’s raining again and I had to plant emplace a whole bag full of basket fungus thingies The Spouse filched from somewhere. In the rain. I vote we have a vote on rain being held only in the wee small hours of of the morning in future.

Oh, yes … your link for the quote—


—or forever go to the polls. (It means change your future by voting)(for more of the same).


* Don’t you just loooove them National Treasure movies?



Let us not dally, life is too brief a candle … and after all the firearms related posts flying about the web lately I thought some might be interested in this

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Good Guy With a Gun Defends Our Species\

(27 Nov 2018, Arizona) The Buckeye Police Department reports that a man accidentally shot his own sausage while shopping in the meat aisle at Walmart. Arizona law does not require a permit (nor a holster for that matter) to carry a firearm, so our hero felt free to carry his piece “commando-style” (unholstered) beneath his waistband. When the unholstered gun drifted down into his jeans, he reached in and pulled the trigger while repositioning his weapon. This loose cannon’s low hanging fruit didn’t have a chance …

Darwin Award? Odds are, our gun nut … shredded his ability to breed and wins the uncommon Living Darwin Award: still alive but unable to reproduce. Otherwise, his reward is an Honorable Mention …”

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Evolve, damn you!!!  Stupid nut …



selfie                                        Ram left


skull & bonesBAT THE BREEZE,

and jog down memory lane.

255px-EleanorJourdain2.jpgOr not—I’ve just watched yet another UT video on ‘timeslip’ experiences. If you read me you’ll know that I am very against the possibility of physical ‘Time Travel’. It’s both a logical/rational absurdity and an impossible (wishful) dream, even if we leave out the popular clichés*.

BUT— wotif it’s not you (per se) that goes back, but some manner of perception? (Which for obvious reasons would have to be intangible—ergo, consciousness?)


of thinking that have pondered these ponders and come up with all kinds of notions to address the issues and fill in the gaps. But in brief, if wotever you send back in time is tangible it has no option but to distort (dammit: rewrite) history.

Charlotte_Anne_Moberly.jpgUNLESS we are dealing

with endless repetitions of a circular history in which we are on a carousel forever—sure, you can die, but how many times have you done that already? Will you ever stop yourself endlessly doing it? How? (Can’t be done. Anything you do now may seem novel to you but you’ve been there endless times before and are doomed by the fact to do it all again …). Brrr.

Hey! Don’t growl at me, not my idea—I first came across it in some writings (and then it kept popping up all over—Jung would be delighted with the synchronicities).


I happened across this on the Toobe—

—to get to ol’ Carl you’ll have to sit through the clichéd Sir Victor Goddard bit and other stuff but it’s all good clean fun.

So while we’re here, why not pig out and have a good wallow—


—but I don’t recommend following it up any further. It opens up a whole new

can o' worms







* Such as the endless ‘Wotif’ clichés’:  

Wotif you went back in time and accidentally killed your grandfather before he sired your mother? Obviously you then wouldn’t be born, so you couldn’t go back in time and kill him, so he is now free to sire everybody thus unknowingly ensuring his own doom/not doom   doom/not  doom … etc ad infinitem (have fun!).

And now ponder the significance of this wee column—












etc etc

(after which the increases are big leaps and giant bounds; such that in no time you have many millions of direct ancestors … lucky you **

** So if you do go back any distance be very careful never to harm anyone at all … for your own sake. Brrrr.

And bearing that in mind, be careful never to create any changes … don’t even slap a skeeter or kick a rat, or intervene to prevent the birth of one Adolf Schicklgruber. For that matter, don’t even breathe …




Screen Shot 2019-04-16 at 10.08.04I hope not. Just trying to push some old facts further back in the bucket to make room for some replacements—

 “… It is rare for an asteroid of this size to pass Earth so closely, according to Nasa, which says that smaller asteroids from 10-20 metres have been spotted at similar distances but those the size of Apophis are much fewer.”

to read more: CLICK HERE

Click, go—and try not feel like a dinosaur (they say it will miss by miles anyway, so no need to fret).


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I didn’t go to that NASA link. I’m too busy with the ‘here and now’ — the gunfire out there has died down and the first dawn of the duck season was almost ideal, weatherwise, for the hunters. They’re still banging their socks off out there but surely must be running out of stamina (and/or ducks)?


to follow some links, especially links to crackpots like Graham Hancock and his ilk who keep trying to tell us that a huge asteroid impact a few millennia ago wiped out human civilisations at the time and reset our clocks as a species.

Naaaaah, brekky is much more important …




I revisited one of its images, and looking more closely at it was intrigued by yet another thought—

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—which has likewise also occurred on other occasions with other imagery; namely …


although it may seem more logical to build a brick wall with horizontal bricks (go on, admit it~!) … how about those casing stones having been placed ‘end first’ … more your basic inserted than laid?


would that have made the task of such (oft quoted) ‘perfect alignments’ just a wee bit more difficult … all around? And yet …

… it leads to even more horrors—


they were simply chucked up there only roughly dressed (don’t forget that armies of well-whipped slaves using log-rollers on dirt ramps can do anything!)*  and then finished to size and alignments once in situ?

And polished … from the top down? From the bottom up? Using string-lines and seked thingies for accuracy, and portable plumbobs and alpine shoes (and pet mountain goats to carry the beer)?


I’m being a bit ridiculous here, don’t stop me now … go have a look for yourself at another conundrum; go Google (or U-tube) the words


—and be prepared to have your flabbers ghasted (if you have a querying mind). Go there, but do take adequate refreshment—if you are capable of fogging a mirror it may well be a long haul. (Or not, you might be one of those nice well intentioned folks who actually believe political promises)(and even worse, vote …)

QED, but now add a PS:

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* Well … they could when I was at school, and that’s a scientific fact! (Was …)