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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 …

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“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.


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into the face of earnest innocence and anticipations that can never be rewarded. So we travel in hope, no?


etc etc … look on my works, ye mighty, and despair” … and now we flash forward to fairly recently (late seventies—you do the sums, I’ll keep on typing) when a wee space probe/traveller/thing was fired off into the void carrying with it the forlorn hope that maybe some day, possibly gillions of years from now (or perhaps next Tuesday) someone will snaffle said artefact and decipher the encryptions there on—

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—if they aren’t looking at it sideways. Perhaps rather than using it as a scoop for ashes from their cooking fires they may take it into town and offer it to their wise- (eek! Their wise what?) as a gift (read: a palm-greasing bribe) to hopefully reduce their tax bills for a while.

Although why parts of it seem to be straight lines and others dotty, hatched, or pointed could elude even their very best brains—and as for those two amorphous blobs, who knows? Now …

… cast your eyes over this  finger-pointing-down



and see if you can tell me why I thought the two images might belong on the same page; or is it just another example of canine wishful cynical thinking?


to we lunatic fringe cranks is the collection of dots between the heads of the two guys on the left. Sadly, unless the finders of The Thing have mastered the arcane art of time travel—which face it, I can’t see happening—it will be (as buried with the prize in Kit Williams’s “Masquerade”)* words to the effect:





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* For further info on KW and M:  CLICK HERE 



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I keep looking at crank sites and pondering the good old ‘wotif’.


assure us that you cannot carve granite with copper chisels.

You might, they say,  make a dent (i.e. slightly scar an otherwise immaculate finish). Demonstrations of attempts to saw through granite (and/or limestone) with copper or bronze saws (even lubricated with wet sand) are miserable failures.


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So if you’re asking wot the above is, it’s part of this,  finger-pointing-down

ostensibly an ancient artefact from olde Egypt.

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There’s things about it I’d love to know

Okay then, all ye Egyptologists and knowledgeable experts on ancient stuff—is it a hoax, or modern?

GIVEN the tool-ware you offer … how could they make such a beast?

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Moving on—


a bit differentish—


—this is the first image of this ilk I’ve ever seen where the dude in the waggon isn’t about to take his own head off. Boom boom! Not only that, he holds the bow with his right hand as was ever natural for me as a kid.


I’d love to know how they actually did make those pyramid things (not how modern experts definitively state they think they might perhaps have). And in similar vein: I really, really, really don’t want to hear about ‘space aliens’ or Annie Nookies.


into it the topic of ancient artefacts the worse my afflictions become. If I were an American I guess I’d be from Missouri.

I just do NOT believe that those many millions of tons of granite and limestone were shaped by men with balls of rock* or copper chisels.

“After you’ve eliminated the dross,” we’re told, “whatever’s left must be the truth.” Brrrrr. If we eliminate hundreds of thousands of well-whipped slaves with rollers and copper chisels, and impossible saws, and space aliens … what’s left?

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This wee garden gnome (above) was cut from the living rock for a purpose—but never properly finished. How were they going to move it? How DID they move the 400 ton and 800 ton blocks from here to (say) the Temple of Jupiter?

Too heavy to lift, the blocks would then have been dragged from the quarry, probably using a capstan, a kind of human-driven winch—though the possibility of a sledge is also under discussion …


Yeah, right.

(Now show me …)


* The infamous ‘dolorite hammers’








by God, all them space aliens got around—

—how else could such a thing have been made? I’m most amazed that they found time between all that flying around building pyramids and chipping sphinxes out of deserts and stuff, but I guess they were quite clever. Just look at this oodles-old model of a bird (or was it a moth? Don’t ask …) they left behind in South America …

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Anatomically perfect, in fact—definitely moth. (Birds got beaks.)

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“I’ll (hic~!) drink to that~!”


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Awww … is it that time again already?



OR NOT … arg-scrollurl-turkey-url

you be the judge. It’s easy to take ‘intellectual’ potshots at the deluded. We all do it. Okay, some of us do it … here’s your quote from this wee fellow—

“Again, these are another set of real artifacts recovered in real digs and displayed in real museums. It’s the interpretation of said artifacts that is disputed. Not by anyone who knows anything … … but by Ancient Alien theorists and such. These little gold charms are so low-key you’ll be hard pressed to find anything academic on them. However, you can go see them in several museums around America, including the Smithsonian in DC … To the Ancient Alien people though, these small gold artifacts are hard evidence of ancient Jet fighters.”

Sourced from:  CLICK HERE 

—but I do think he takes a few liberties. (Not with moi—I do NOT go along with ‘ancient aliens’.) (Clever ancients, yes …)

So before going deeper in and possibly hanging myself here’s a snap of The Beast in question—

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—and as any damned cynic can see it’s an ‘anatomically correct’ model of a moth. Or perhaps a bird. No?


there’s just no way on Dog’s earth it could—even at the wildest wishful—possibly be taken as a ‘model’ of any aircraft. So: bug. Gotta be. Bug~! (Mind you, a butterfluff with two opposing probosces does sound a bit like overkill …)

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia, sweet child?”

“Shouldn’t you tone down the sarcasm just a bit?”

“Hah! No-one ever gets this far, kid. I’m safe.”

But I must admit that even the ‘ancient alienists’ are pushing the boat out if they see ‘jet fighters’ here.

Or this one—

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—which when I first came across it I followed through and found that when some enterprising scientists made a replica it flew (like a ruptured duck). BONK it went, on its butt … glider, not.jpgdumb ancients forgot to include a stabiliser under that ruddery thing* .

So maybe instead of a seagull or jet fighter it might have served as a weather vane, or even as an artistic interpretation of some kind of bird)(but not many birds actually have vertical tails** … )


with no need to panic. Any similarities between these artefacts and modern flying machines is purely coincidental. (And only a genuine A-Grade cynic might mention likewise with moths or birds …)


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* Which would have functioned better had it been higher (apparently it was, once, it’s amazing what a few thousand years in the tomb can do).

** Or are built as high-wing monoplanes—Ed.


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Simple human nature:




—and regardless of cost, Devil take the hindmost: “Far queue, Noddy, I’m alright!”.


because it’s at the root (indeed, the very root, the absolute root, the “The ain’t no more rootier root than this bastard!”) of all our problems. (And knowing the inherent weaknesses of ‘allness’ statements I don’t make them lightly. Stet.)

Here’s your quote (possibly even out of context)—

but FBI agents worried that Elizebeth would siphon publicity from the bureau, stealing its spotlight. The agents seemed reluctant to speak of Elizebeth as an independent analyst separate from her husband. Although no one had ever discussed involving William in the case, the supervisor of the FBI’s New York office fretted that the Friedmans, plural, “might, in the event of a successful espionage prosecution, attempt to lay claim for any work that they might have performed in this connection.”

and I leave it to you to ignore. The White Sox are playing? Go get’em, Tiger … some things are important …

Team-work? Get stuffed—as the man says “some things are important” … did you miss it? Did the ol’ dog put it badly?

What part needs explanation?


this ol’ world just—


and if ya always duz

wot ya always


y’erll always git

wot yer always got




(Amen too …)



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