DAMMIT

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**

YOU MAY BE WONDERING

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*).

INFORMATION

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

THE ANSWER

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.

AS A

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

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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 …

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QUERY:

“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—

QUERY

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 …

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*   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)

TIME FOR

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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:

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

And now my next

PREDICTION

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 …

AND BECAUSE THE DISPLAY 

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—”

“Sir!”

“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~!

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SATORI~!

that moment of enlightenment, the breakthrough. It comes suddenly, and often when least expected.

buitre162I JUST HAD

a mini-satori.

Almost ashamed to admit in mixed company that I am a (SFX: insert a ‘Hoooooickkkkk … SPIT~!’ here please) damned Conspiracy Theorist (CT) because of their use of the term ‘reptilian’ … but first, here’s a wee image for you—

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—one that denigrates my cause rather than enhances. Fanciful? Read on …

It illustrates one of the reasons I detest being typecast. I am an individual and dislike being lumped in with the other nutters (one of the symptoms of other nuttery being their usage of the word ‘reptilian’) (see image, above).

I find it hard to believe that citizens of the planet Zork (why are they always given names like Zork?) are here with snakey visages concealed behind peel-off faces.

THEN IN A MOMENT

of Dog-given rapture I had a Satori—the entire universe went ‘CLICK!’ (or was it clunk? Squelch?) and high-school botany sprang to mind.

I WAS TAUGHT

that our human brain comprises of all sorts of lobes, synapses, sub brains and various wriggly bits. All good clean fun … and we have primarily the mammalian brain that makes us what we are (civilised? Oops) and (you’ll love this!) a more ancient ‘reptilian’ brain.

Well now.

And the reptilian brain is a lot more primitive, being unconcerned with such niceties as sharing and compassion. Apparently the reptile thinks only of self—and is totally focussed on that.

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Anyone we know?

So I can say with a clear conscience that effectively all politicians and religious leaders are Reptilians. No need for peel-off faces with snakey good looks beneath—and it all comes together nicely. Took me a long time, I must be getting old …

cerberus-2Now go look up the derivation and meaning of the word ‘persona’ … I shan’t wait. (I have a skin to shed …)

END OF THE WORLD

AS WE KNOW IT

not.

Should one really jail a Muslim priest, for behaving like a Catholic priest?

Or is this one tiny step for man, one giant leap for (hu)mankind?

Read on and be enlightened … after which you should wonder why the hell ol’ Argus posted this one*~?

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(the pic is the link, if you want the source)

And this in Wales, where a shopkeeper was threatened by police heavies with gaol for displaying tee-shirts in his window emblazoned with words (to the effect of) “If you don’t like it here, feel free to leave”

IT HAS TO BE A PUT

up. No Muslim would abuse little girls, despite the carte blanche given by the Holey Koran. Sorry, I just can’t believe it …

ANYONE LIKE TO

contribute to the case I’m considering putting forward for his retrial acquittal? Just empty your wallets into my kennel—all donations gratefully accepted. And I’ll be asking for the circumstances of the Australian Cardinal Pell to be re-examined too: how many times does it have to be said, that ‘holy men are holy‘ (and thus answerable only to God, so there).

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* Ol’ Argus posted this one for equality, the Islamist’s Holy Book allows (condones~!) such behaviour. Catholic priests and things should be allowed equal diplomatic immunity…

 

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A QUOTE

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THIS TIME

and make of it what you will. 

And yes, extrapolation is allowed (encouraged, actually).

Before most of the audience had arrived, I was checking the focus on the slides in my PowerPoint presentation prior to giving my talk and I put up on the screen an image which shows the Orion/Pyramids correlation and the Sphinx/Leo correlation at Giza in the epoch of 10,500 BC. Rightly and properly since the Orion correlation is Robert Bauval’s discovery I included a portrait of Robert Bauval in the slide. As soon as Zahi saw Robert’s image he became furiously angry, shouted at me, made insulting and demeaning comments about Robert, and told me that if I dared to mention a single word about Robert in my talk he would walk out and refuse to debate me.

This is a modern ‘scientist’ in frank and open debate? (No, I’m not referring to the gentle Mr Hancock —I mean the nice Mr Hawass.)

I explained that the alternative view of history that I was on stage to represent could not exclude the Orion correlation and therefore could not exclude Robert Bauval. At that, again shouting, Zahi marched out of the debating room. Frantic negotiations then took place off stage between the conference organisers and Zahi. Finally Zahi agreed to return and give his talk and answer questions from the audience, but he refused absolutely to hear or see my talk, or to engage in any debate with me. I therefore gave my talk to the audience without Zahi present (he sat in a room outside the conference hall while I spoke). When I had finished I answered questions from the audience. Then Zahi entered, gave his talk, answered questions from the audience and left.

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One of the few members of the audience who had arrived early did manage to record part of the scene of Zahi storming out of the conference room — see here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ziu2ygE_Wc

The whole illustrates the arrogant pignorance of the gentleman who had/has (?) his grip tightly around the neck of power at the actual site itself. Not good—but he would doubtlessly disagree; and I imagine that if I tried to debate the point would flounce petulantly out of the room with petticoats aflurry and spitting spiders in all directions.

 

For Source:  CLICK HERE

 

IT’S A ‘cultural’ thing?

So I (why always me?) must bend over backwards to accommodate such open-minded, well mannered, couth and cultured, scientifically inquisitive little oiks as  this nice man? (Unless I do I shan’t earn my Snowflake badge) (Bugger~!)

No, my apologies to any deserving sensitivities I may ruffle—this guy is often both desperate to be liked and desperate to appear unbiassed. But the mask drops easily to reveal the thug within (desperate thug, I must add). (Is he Islamic, by any chance—and thus entirely open to unchallenged debate?)

IF THE NICE MR HAWASS

represents the ‘scientific’ establishment of Egyptian studies and antiquities I think our world is a sorry place.

Perhaps he learned his objectivity—if not his manners—at the Adolf Hitler School of Fine Arts in Berlin (and is older than he claims).

But he has style—those ‘Indiana Jones’ hats  … ’nuff sed.

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For ol’ Zahi, the very antithesis of The Snowflake

* Yes, Little Ollivia … that was indeed sarcasm. Pure, unsubtle, unadulterated, and the quintessentially genuine article.

SNOWFLAKE AWARD

SnowflakeNOW ALSO AWARDED TO

anyone who finds the historical and time-honoured term “Gypsy Day” offensive. (Actually, such a Snowflake would really have to work at it. As far as I know it’s academic anyway—we don’t have real  gypsies in Kiwiland.)

IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD

and the word was used—in a familiar but not derogatory sense—to cover someone whose ‘gypsy’ life style included a fair bit of travel. That’s all it meant, Snowflake. Now go take your pathetic little mind to a dictionary and if the words aren’t too big for you, look up ‘nomadic’ while you are there. I can wait whilst you get your mommy to do it for you, no rush—my own gypsy days are over.

I guess this means that the travelling once-a-year Gypsy Fair will have to change its name too … but how long before ‘travelling’ gets tarred with the same (EEK~!) brush?

SNOWFLAKE:

pleeeeeease … before you go off half-cocked (oops, am I still allowed to say ‘cock’ in public?) look at historical before you opt hysterical. Go on, I know you really wish you could …

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buitre16FOR OUTSIDERS

I had it explained to me that the sales/taking possession of farms down here is finalised and actuated on the first day of June each year—and that’s when everyone moves their stock (animals) to suit.

The roads can be quite busy with cattle movers shifting loads of cows and things all over the place. The name ‘Gypsy Day’ crept into the local lingo by a natural process of evolution—not by any manner of deriding anyone.

If you cannot see that, Snowflake, let me lay this upon your shivering shoulders (no frogs will be harmed in the course of my experiment, I assure you) —

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HONI SOIT

QUI MAL Y PENSE

 

AND FOR SOMEONE SETTING

his (oops … sexist term. My apologies, of course I meant setting ‘their’) (or should that be ‘its’?) sails to the wind (politicians, anyone?) let me close with this snippet followed by some ruminations—

“The term ‘Gypsy Day’ might be still in common use within the farming community as a shorthand term for the mass movement of stock, but it has undertones that aren’t in tune with New Zealand society today. ORC won’t be using the term in the future,” Bodeker said.

for source: CLICK HERE

In a land with no gypsies of its own you really have to work at it to be offended. I guess the Snowflake vote is worth cultivating, no? Whatever happened to electing folks into office based on their performance and objective merit, hmmm?

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“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

 

“Sir … will the de-denigration of the term be applied to all users—past, present and future, retrospectively?”

“Oink?”

“Sir, I mean will the Day be officially renamed Moooooving Day, as the nice Orcs say, and all other uses of the word revamped? Will that lovely biplane no longer be a Gypsy Moth but become perhaps a Butter Fly?”

“?”

“Will the late great Chichester’s yacht be renamed Traveller Moth?”

“Ye gods—”

“And the wee bay in the Falkland Islands, will that be—”

“Enough, Child~”

“Will we be going back through all literature to expunge every use of the word Gypsy, even the most inoffensive and accurate, lest someone somewhere somehow find an excuse to be offended—”

“Oh dear, is that the time? I really must rush—”

 

—WOOSH

 

OINK?

buitre16              (the traditional query of a flummoxed pig)

I HAVE OFTEN

wondered. The answer though, is self-obvious. No?

Have a quick squizz at this wee snap copied from an webbie I haven’t even finished reading yet (I like to reveal my ignorance whilst still fresh):

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Interestingly enough it ties in with my also still unfinished—thus flabbergasting—copy of Hapgood’s “Maps Of The Ancient Sea Kings”..

MY PUZZLEMENT

is who exactly determined which way is ‘west’ in Antarctica? And why ’tis so, and how the hell does anyone in the field (ok, on the ice) use it?

Stop for a moment and consider a hypothetical case … there you are with your buddies in a wee tent right on the unarguable South Pole, having overnighted. And feeling a desperate need to answer a call of nature, you rug up and bimble out with your wee (ouch) shovel. You slither just a few hundred yards/meters and do your thing, but the unexpected snow flurrying now completely obliterates your tracks. Not good. But never fear, you have your trusty radio and (God be praised~!) it is working. You call your buddies for help, and (God be praised~!) they answer …

“Okay, Argus. Shuddup and simmer down; you went which way to do what—?”

You explain again, as patiently as the every-increasing frostbites will allow, you went north just a few hundred yards—

Okay, Buddy, we goddit—you went north. Here we come …”

So: what do you give your chances now?

In full clear daylight I’d give possibly a score or so chances in three hundred and sixty; and that without relying on the blasted compass. How so?

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In the dark, or in ‘inclement’ conditions … you’d have been much better off unrolling a ball of string behind you, or even better, doing what needed be done within the tent and to hell with everyone’s sensitivities. No?

CLUE:

which way is north?

SO HOW THE HELL

did ‘they’ figure out which is the west and which the east, especially at the pole itself?

I still think that if you are at the south pole, you are facing north; easy peasy.

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