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Used to do, once.

Years ago in Britain and New Zealand your steak when served would be what today’s galloping gourmets might—

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia, sweet child?”

“Sir … why did they call that nice man ‘the Galloping Gourmet’?”

“—Ol’ Graham ate in some suss places when researching, kid.”

—might (charitably) call “overdone”. So being young, a man of the world, and feeling the need to impress The Ladies* I gobbled with every outward sign of gusto:  ‘rare’ steaks.

No, rare didn’t mean from endangered species, it meant just a little less incinerated  by the ‘chef’. (Shoe leather? You got it, boom boom~!)

Flash forward almost long enough to observe evolutionary changes to today, and here’s a nice advertisement in a recent online New Zealand Herald—


—and having no need to impress no-one no more I’d be very tempted to send it back with instructions to thank the chef for his excellent choice and yes please, he can go ahead and cook the bloody thing …



* I don’t think so many were impressed as stomach-turned ...




The so-called issue—

A gourmet coffee shop in the UK has caused uproar with parents by banning all children under the age 12.

Furious families have blasted “pompous” bosses at Fifteen on the Corner in Lichfield, Staffordshire, after they were turned away from the premises with their youngsters in toe.


—is it over private property rights and business sense; or the fact that New Zealand’s biggest newspaper has no proofreaders no more? (Then again, niether does noone.)


I like the idea!

In fact, I love it! Modern kids are too often the product of modern parenting (hence all the Snowflakes) and I see no reason why, if the above mentioned is intent on creating a vacuum, some ‘kid friendly’ entrepreneur can’t carpe the diem and make a fortune filling a perceived need at a profit. Win/win, no?

This, dammit, is the meaning of Free Enterprise. Get over it …

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And if they had cafes here that don’t allow children (but still served an even halfway decent latté) they’d get my custom. And I imbibe a lot of coffee …

McDonalds deserve themselves, a kid-fiendly place. Take your cherubs there and it’s win/win/win for everyone, no?


The City Fathers of Invercargill (many of ’em Mothers, but that’s aside) have decided in their wisdom to ‘open up’ the Invercargill library into a children’s playground … I kid you not. (I like the coffee shop idea though).



but while I think of it—

Stat 14, CT

For JZ and Ark: I knew I’d find it~!




where it’s due—


Main article: Predestination in Calvinism

Reformed theologians teach that sin so affects human nature that they are unable even to exercise faith in Christ by their own will. While people are said to retain will, in that they willfully sin, they are unable not to sin because of the corruption of their nature due to original sin. Reformed Christians believe that God predestined some people to be saved. This choice by God to save some is held to be unconditional and not based on any characteristic or action on the part of the person chosen …

Karl Barth reinterpreted the Reformed doctrine of predestination to apply only to Christ. Individual people are only said to be elected through their being in Christ.[66] Reformed theologians … have argued that the traditional Reformed concept of predestination is speculative … claim that a properly trinitarian doctrine emphasizes God’s freedom to love all people, rather than choosing some for salvation and others for damnation …

—to anyone capable of the mental back-flips required to access the wisdoms encapsulated in the above load of burble. I took it from Wikipedia. The sad thing is that there are bits of it I have no option but to agree with (I think?) … brrrrr.


you know already that the three defining qualities of God blow ‘Free Will’ out of the water.

Confused? Okay, God’s omniscience alone clobbers any form of ‘Free Will’ anywhere, any time. And—

—God’s use of predestination equates with setting up skittles in a bowling alley*.


if you don’t want to think about it just immerse yourself in delusion and have done with it. God’s in His Heaven and all is

“Mr Argus! Sir—”

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

“God’s allowed to be female these days, Sir. Germaine Greer said so—”

“Ye gods! She still going? Miracles will nev—”

“So God is both. Women can kick butt too, you know!”

well with the world. Brrrr.

Here: you’ve loved the Jesus up top of this page, now have another, equally valid, free of charge. Give ’em a quick worship and you too will be predestined for Heaven (or Hell, depending on which of His minds She made up before The Creation).



* God is a supreme sadist.


attention to



again. Everything is politics


have a couple of ‘Pages’ attached.

One of them, (in a form anyone can read) is written more or less as child-lit. Kid-lit, call it what you will. I first drafted it before the great J K Rowling hit the shelves so although you may find similarities there’s no plagiarism involved. She made a bundle, I flubbed, but that’s the way of it and I won’t (can’t~!) complain. Dammit …


tale I encapsulated a lifetime’s observations with a few bits of cynical thought. But the premises are valid and I challenge anyone to dispute them:


—and for anyone not au fait with the British way of English, Swindleham isn’t pronounced “Swindle Ham”.  It’s actually “Swindle ’em” …

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have wot? Oh, yes—seen photographs that on face value carry one message but on closer persus perussa  look make you think more deeper.

Like these from Pinterest. I hate/loathe/detest Pinterest ‘cos I slightly dislike their method—baited hooks indeed.

Fie on them!

Oops … rant finished, where were we? Oh yes—

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—a bit dated in appearance, but still also a bit amusing.

Obviously ‘trick’ photography in the apparent day, or tweaked Photoshoppery of our own day; or (horrors!) genuine. Brrr.


that one is no longer permitted to clamber all over the pyramids. It makes good sense—ever since that tourist fell off one that time and his life expectancy shrank from years to milliseconds on the way down.


obviously too dangerous for the modern adventurer, hence the ban. Even for wimmin. Okay, girls can do anything—play golf too, it seems—now take a closer look at the right side image: very attractive smile, but did she really climb all the way to the top of the GP of E in that tight skirt?

Did she tuck it into her knickers, or take it off completely, replacing it for the photo once on the summit? Maidenly modesty is history?

Were they delivered by helicopter for a publicity shot? Did she carry her own sack of clubs up there, or did the Araby caddy guy carry them for her?*

Questions, questions, always blasted questions … being of waning interest I asked The Oracle (Google) and the first try brought forth into the world this—

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—and feeling the heat of a low doppler fox I tried again, scoring this—

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—at which point I decided I’d had enough of this silly game and will go back to researching the Serapeum (that isn’t a load of bull) …


* Wow~! Four consecutive words ending with a ‘y’. Hah~!



I OBJECT~!baaabs

First quote—

“Another week, another spate of barmy campus bans and ‘safe space’ shenanigans by a new breed of hyper–sensitive censorious youth. At Oxford University, law students are now officially notified when the content of a lecture might upset them …  It all seems beyond parody.”

to read from source:   CLICK HERE**


why? Simple: the upcoming generation is being programmed.

Programmed, not educated. I believe it was Lenin who coined and initiated ‘Political Correctness’ (and he was very good at it*).


is Power. Hee Hoo controls information rocks the cradle and controls the world.


is teach the young to think. As in ‘use of reason’. Ain’t gonna happen though. So eventually the few will be the whistles that control the dogs that control the sheep.


conspiracy theorist I see the hand of the Hydra in everything—


coming soon, if not already:  enjoy~!

Health-and-safety mania means the young are denied resilience-building freedoms that past generations enjoyed, such as playing outdoors, climbing trees and walking to school unaided. Modern mollycoddling means that pupils have been prevented from engaging in activities such as leapfrog, marbles and conkers … Last week, a headmistress in Dundee suggested changing the colour of her school’s red uniform because ‘some research indicates that it can increase heart and breathing rates’

You couldn’t make this stuff up and sell it as fiction.

Fiction has to make sense.

And this stuff is becoming law—

Anti-bullying policies are a statutory obligation in schools and children are subjected to an endless stream of anti-bullying assemblies, activities, books, dramas and stories of celebrity victims. This propaganda encourages children to examine all their interactions through the prism of bullying …



“Mr Argus … Sir?”

“Yes, little Virginia?”

“I sense a non-PC remark coming?”

“Not at all, beloved sensitive sweet child. Don’t you fret, just pop along to your safety rug on your safety-zone stool in your insulated Safety Room and don’t you worry your purty lil’ head none …”

Now, where were we? Oh yes—


Education (in New Zealand) seems to be becoming more and more the domain of Women. Wimmin. At the risk of being savaged by shrieking harridans, or worse, their subjects …

is this a universal, or limited only to the west?

Are we beginning to reap what we sow? Horrible thought …


*   Look at what happened to Russia when the unthinking masses took Lenin seriously …

** But be warned, not for the squeamish (and consumption may make you unwell)



and here we go, your quote …

“… But as I argue in my new book – I Find That Offensive! – Generation Snowflake believe it’s their right to be protected from anything they might find unpalatable.

This mindset is particularly rife in universities. The examples are beyond parody: a National Union of Students conference banning clapping as it might trigger trauma (‘please use jazz hands’, delegates were told); the Edinburgh University student threatened with expulsion from a meeting after raising her hand in disagreement …”

to read more:  CLICK HERE 

… and you now have my permission to bellow those famous magic words:





—and please try not to offend anyone (bellow silently).

And now my next


The only (R) ONLY approved word for things orb-shaped (i.e. three dimensional circle) in future will be ‘spheres’. This is because some folks are shock-horror-dismayed by the use of the word ‘ball’ (especially in the plural). Dictionaries to be amended …


of hands is offensive then all forms of hands in public (even ‘jazz hands’ as referenced above)—are banned.

This new law may inconvenience those people lacking talk-text phones but the savings in Emergency Room trauma treatments will offset. Hence hands will be kept in pockets at all times, and on the rare occasions when the public use of hands cannot be avoided the preferred action will be by recourse to mittens—traumatisation of citizenry will be averted by mittenry.

“Mr Argus! Sir!”

“Yes little Ollivia?”

“Sir … you’re over the top again!”

“Don’t hand me that, Toots … oops …”

“Sir, to evoke the image is to invoke the beast—”

“I think you’ve put your finger on it, Kid—”

“Don’t try to palm me off, Sir—”

“Hey, we could have a real ball with thi—”


“Oops … we could have a real sphere with this!”

“In all honesty Sir, I didn’t know Snowflakes could be so much fun.”

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“… Students demand that universities are ‘safe spaces’, free from opinions that will make them feel uncomfortable. There has been a rise in ‘No platforming’ – barring someone with controversial views from speaking at an event at all.

Oxford University has introduced ‘trigger warnings’  …”

I won’t quote further, but it gets better.

It’s also your future … enjoy~!