WHEN THESE THESE THINGS
“In recent years, a number of investigators have taken a new look at this matter, and many have come to the conclusion that Hitler did escape after all. What has brought about this shift is considerable new evidence that was not known to previous historians and investigators. Much of this new evidence was dug up by Argentine journalist Abel Basti. Basti has been traveling up and down South America doing research on Hitler for many years and has published several books on this subject in the Spanish language. Recently, he combined all his findings into a new German language book entitled Hitler Uberlebte in Argentinen (“Hitler survived in Argentina”). Hitler Uberlebte in Argentinien also contains new research by Basti not published in any of his previous books as well as contributions from other writers.”
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I’ve recently blitzed some interesting guffs from a wide variety of sources covering related aspects of such an escape—including the life story of Hitler’s favourite (fanatical Nazi) pilot, a brilliant young woman who could put a light plane down anywhere. (Aaaah, but could even she put one down in the wreckage that was Berlin, pick up the boss and then scarper unnoticed through flocks of grumpy allied aircraft looking to bolster their scores?) And take him to … where?
On a different note Nazi submarines after the war seemed to keep popping up in the strangest of places, especially South America (IF u-toobe is to be believed).
And recently a secret room (filled with genuine Nazi stuff) (memorabilia? Okaaaayyyy, yeah, sure …) was discovered in Buenos Aires.
Then again, it almost seems as if there are as many old (very old by now) Hitlers running around the place as Elvis Presleys. No way~!
But, but …
SHE CAN’T BE BEAT~!
First, your quote—
When the final report was released to the museum board eight months ago its members agreed it should be released to the public.
However, the councils had asked the board not to release it as they wanted time to read it in order to react if media asked them about it, Eagles said.
The board agreed, and several months later, in October, the councils again asked the museum board not to release the report which the board again agreed to, he said.
“Now we have a report that’s eight months old.
“It’s contents may be controversial …
—and now, your refresher on the background: this vast ‘city’ of Invercargill* panic-closed one of its major tourist attractions for being “earthquake prone”. The same as was done to the iconic historical Water Tower—
—and the equally so Anderson Park historical home & art gallery—and for that matter, many of the buildings in the (historical) Central Business District. The shot above is the water tower; for source of quote click that pic.
* Home to the “southernmost Starbucks in the world” (is that a claim to fame, or wot? BOOM BOOM!)
the other one—it has bells!
(For those not in the know, this is to suggest that I feel a bit irked by a wannabe humorist.)
Moving on, and
TO SET THE SCENE:
I found and snipped the below images from one of the many u-tubes I plough through—some of which offer pearls, others poops. With any such it’s always our own call but these images were presented as genuine “samples of ancient artworks” of “possibly oopart* dinosaur imagery”. The enthusiastic narrator burbled about how the site had oodles of such images, which apparently look a lot like dinos. But~
but no humans were around at the time such dinos trampled our planet underfoot; which could be bit of a worry—
Oh, yes! And/or WOW~!
But truly, I’m not convinced. Not at all—a bit bloody pathetic and he’ll be getting the rest of us Cranks a bad name …
Didn’t even make me smile.
* Oopart, being OOPART, being Out Of Place Artefact.
Bah … humbug!
Any good Time Traveller can pop back a few millennia, and if he remembers to take his camera can get proof absolute for the how of the Pyramids.
I DID SO MYSELF
uninvited. Sat in on the works and even chatted with Pharaoh himself. Nice guy, but had to concentrate on his ritual lest the slave fall from a great height—
Slave doing his job (it got higher as he went up*)
—and sue him for beer and bread in recompense. Ancient will-one-day-be-Egypt was more democratic than I’d thought, too; every so often they swapped roles (slave sat lording it whilst Pharaoh went aloft to wield that wand). Cute.
That’s Pharaoh now, in the chair in front of the chariot.
NOW YOU KNOW
that it’s not done by whips, ramps, rollers and stuff—just sheer brute ingenuity.
for the time machine was to sit in on the construction of the Temple at Baalbeck, but the rotten thing blew a foo-foo valve and now I’m stuck in the present. Damn …
TIME TAKES IT OUT OF YA …
* Heights do that sometimes …
of cinematic technique?
But he does manage to—
—convey the message. Then again, I am rather fascinated by the Serapeum, the Osireion, and the GP of Giza. (Oops, nearly forgot: Sphinx too.)
Most fascinating is how the hell did they do it? By ‘they’ I mean them, the folks who inhabited that region in those days (and if anyone offers “The aliens dunnit” I shall make impolite noises).
(Aliens, gods … you may as well invoke the Abrahamic ‘God’ and have done with it—but the Jesus and Allah folks might get grumpy).
SO, CLEVER PERSON
given that they never had carbon-filter dust masks in those days (or machines as we know them) … how the hell did they do it?*
* A question nobody even dares to answer rationally. (We’re back to those blasted aliens?) (Naaaahhh …)
I’ve just blitzed
(if I may use the word) a library book on the Normandy landings and the ensuing Normandy campaign in WW2. On a subsequent Googolising whim I ended up in u-toobe with this serendipitatious happenstance viewing—
Which is actually narrated (with rather unBritish enthusiasm) by the guy who wrote the book:
—which he holds during his delivery. And well he should, it’s rather good, and it may even enter history as the Definitive work on the Normandy campaign from D-day planning through to kaputulation (if I may be allowed such a word).
The book is, literally, an eye-opener …
(don’t get too excited … read on)
was an Apple Macintosh. All around me folks had “computers” but it was early days and I was on a budget. Not hard up but circumspect. All I wanted was a games machine—hell, I didn’t even know they could do anything else …
THEN ONE DAY
hoofing along Auckland’s High Street I glanced into the window of a wee shoppe and saw oodles of funny looking little televisions. Intrigued, I entered. I must’ve looked a prospect ‘cos I was immediately pounced on by a salesman with enough nous to understand that I didn’t understand a word (bites? Wot? These things bite?) so he sat me down with one, gave me a very brief lesson “Watch the little arrow on the screen—this thing is called a ‘mouse’ … go gett’um, Tiger!” and left me to it.
A blissful hour or so later I came out with a lighter wallet and a heavy box. (It was by the time I reached the Ferry Buildings …)
Here, a Mac—
—which at 128k of RAM had twice the computing power of my contemporaries’ 64k other things.
IT WAS ONLY LATER
I discovered how ‘user friendly’ the Mac was compared to those other … things. From cold you booted up your Mac by switching it on and once awake simply shoved in a wee disc called a ‘floppy’ (which wasn’t). Once the screen smiled back you could make it do things.
Other computers didn’t … you had to type looooong involved formulas and if you didn’t get ’em absolutely letter-perfect, brrrrr; something like: “Load : //’C’ etc etc etc (ad nauseam).
IN MY OPINION
when the nice Mr Gates came out with ‘Windows’ I saw it as a blatant copy of the Mac‘s interfacing.
- his stuff was cheap
- the Mac was costly
- and the rest is history …
If you want the nitty gritty cut ahead to minute 25 to his summary. (Then go back and start at the beginning.)
Steve Jobs was an innovative genius, Gates a very clever businessman—the rest is history. (And the wee image up top is a Woz.)