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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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and I’m left scratching. All over …

“…The film also details the story of Lamarr as an inventor. “She came up with a secure communication system that was really about helping the Allies beat the Nazis in the Atlantic,” Dean said. “Wireless torpedoes were being blown up by Nazi ‘wolfpacks.’”

Lamarr worked to create a system called “frequency hopping” in which torpedoes would “hop” between frequencies to avoid detection …”

source:  CLICK HERE 

The ‘Lamarr’ referred to is of course Hedy, film star (boom boom~!) of a few years back. I had no idea that she was the slightest bit technical but there ya go. I also had no idea the wolfpacks could capture control of allied torpedoes so it’s learning curves all round.

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lines of thought triggered by the above ref’d article, I came upon this gem—

The Kriegsmarine and Royal Navy promptly identified and eliminated the problems. In the United States Navy, there was an extended wrangle over the problems plaguing the Mark 14 torpedo (and its Mark 6 exploder). Cursory trials had allowed bad designs to enter service. Both the Navy Bureau of Ordnance and the United States Congress were too busy protecting their own interests to correct the errors, and fully functioning torpedoes only became available to the USN twenty-one months into the Pacific War.[33]

source:  CLICK HERE 

—forcing once again this plaintive bleat: that in times of active unpleasantness the guys responsible for the procurement of vital equipments must be made to accompany them into the field:

Their invention was granted a patent … and at that time the U.S. Navy was not receptive to considering inventions coming from outside the military.[22] Only in 1962  … did an updated version of their design appear on Navy ships.[29]

Think of Self Interest as a wee bit of essential Quality Assurance if you like—there’s nothing quite like it for real motivation.




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Put me down for both.

Especially crank … right now allowing curiosity to dominate.

I keep asking myself: WRT the Great Sphinx of Giza—what/why/how/etc the knob on the beast’s chest?


we get down to the gritty (pun intentional!) let us not forget that said beast spent a significant amount of time covered up to the neck in sand.

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One might ask ‘How long has that region been sandy?’ and into many answers try to work the Establishment’s (now abandoned) notions of slaves dragging all those cute little pyramid blocks on rollers up wee ramps. (Dragging across loose sands ain’t easy … so how long has it been not-sand?)


is digression and we need to get back to the lump on his chest. Her chest. Bugger … the model for the sculptor had a cancer, perhaps?  (I wish I were omniscient)(or had the sympathies of one.)

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Damn … there it is again …

Dr Schoch (re)dated the Sphinx after due consideration—and decided that it is just a little older than The Establishment bleats. The actual antiquity seems to be a moving target of opportunity opinion.

But don’t fret—

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—the wee lump is still there; ‘they’ haven’t covered it over. Yet.

Now back to my query:

is it there by design,

or a work of Nature?



—I should have noted the source for this wee snippet, but as final words—

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—I didn’t.

Another blasted crank (possibly a bit ahead of his time).