They keep pushing back

the boundaries—

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from Wiki: CLICK HERE (or not)

—and I love it!




with an up-to-date


giphyor printed whirly ball on a stick that we call a ‘globe’?

All it can give you is a brief glimpse of the current situations—physical and political—and they are transient anyway. (Any religion claiming that there is no permanence has it spot on, no?)

So in brief here’s a wee thought for you:

“It’s among more than a dozen other dated cave paintings on Sulawesi that now rival the earliest cave art in Spain and France, long believed to be the oldest on earth.

The findings made headlines around the world when Aubert and his colleagues announced them in late 2014, and the implications are revolutionary. They smash our most common ideas about the origins of art and force us to embrace a far richer picture of how and where our species first awoke.”

Read more: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/journey-oldest-cave-paintings-world-180957685/#cbw1TFgCELhuEmTJ.99

ARGUSAnd now let your mind drift back through the millennia, to a time when sea levels were some four hundred feet lower

… and ponder what we may be missing?* .

And for those of a religious bent—as in ‘Bible’ based—did God sneak down there (on his day off from creating the Creation six thousand years ago) and daub the walls with His very own technique of pre-aged daubing, to test our wavering faiths?


* Given that folks seem to prefer living on, around, or close by the coastlines—you know, fish, surfy beaches, nautical trade (and easier access to Viking diplomacy if so inclined).



Fly Pig, left bigI was brought up (it means raised) to respect and admire the female of our species—you know, all soft and fluffy with big batty eyelashes, swirly hair and flowing movements. Delicate, even … graceful … gentle … and almost the same as people.


under the never ceasing hammer blows of Women’s Lip movements. But one sin of which I have never been guilty is underestimating the ‘gentler gender’. Brrrr. Never have, never shall.


as a whole has done exactly that on and off down through the ages, and more the fool it. Us. Wotever …

… as one by one the skittles tumble, illusions shatter, and the ideas inculcated and nurtured for their own nefarious benefit by the ‘gentler sex’ over generations and millennia are invoked. ‘Twas ever thus—

Read more:  CLICK HERE

—go there if you wish. Or not, it’s still a dog’s world after all*.

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* Some of it. (If ever it really was, that is …)



3 gerbilsCLUE:  I once thought that a thousand years was a quite long time. Actually … it’s not.)

My fascination with cave art stems from my own limitations—and an imagination that fills some of the gaps.

When I’m told

that a work of art was done by a brutish hairy monkey-man, deep underground, tens of thousands of years ago using only a wee flame for illumination … I go a bit gaga.  (We moderns aren’t so stupid—when we go down it’s in full regalia, as required for modern Health & Safety compliances) (and we don’t use no polluting sooty flames) …

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an active imagination and/or a wee bit of experience to square an appreciation (of what those ‘hairy brutes’ accomplished 40,000 years ago) with our own arrogance and sense of wonder.

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Then again, it could all perhaps be a huge April Fool’s type practical joke (and as always ol’ Argie is first in line to fall for it)?

I did read an almost convincing argument to the effect that the ancient artists were mostly ladies, because sprayed silhouettes like this one (found in many places around the world) often looked ‘feminine’ … so, hairy brute damsels?*  Naaaahhh …

chimp rocks

The Comments are interesting too …


GVP on the Origins


I found it interesting, but then again … I’m easy …

In research I have just two guidelines:

  • lead, and I shalt follow
  • hold me tight, and
  • I follow anyone worthy

(whaddya expect? Us dogs can’t count beyond two paws without falling over):

“Religion is a phase where species become intelligent enough to ask profound questions but not intelligent enough to answer them … “

—quote above borrowed from—

It’s just under twenty minutes … but who’s counting?



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Prof Tab recently posted (headed ‘five hundred yards‘)—

read Prof:  CLICK HERE

—and it’s sobering stuff. Thank heavens such can never happen again, today we have  experts in charge.

In charge to lead the charge … what was that song from a while back~? Oh, yes …

“… and who was it that led the charge, that took us safe to the rear …”

Yep. That’s what leaders do. Real leaders, that is: our leaders (all salute!).

I just re-blitzed the Prof’s D-Day post, again. Equally as depresse  inspired. (Don’t go there—it’s far better for the average punter to watch John Wayne’s version or similar.)

You still not sure what the ol’ Dog is on about?

See below for a clue … (you can’t miss it, it’s labelled “CLUE” in big letters—and if by now you’re feeling a bit miffed, I confidently predict that you are a voter. No?)


Cannon-fodder is cheap (and expendable).

Actually getting up off your arse and thinking ain’t cheap. It takes effort (but cheer up, if you run low on personnel there’s always the draft …)

active service        active service             active service                    active service

active service             active service

                active service                            active service                 active service

* Sit out it in the rear, secure in the knowledge that once the bombardment has reduced the obstacles/defences to bits of old scrap all the troops have to do after (paddling ashore) is dry out their socks and stroll through to Berlin … you know:          numbers game  


giphybut a harmless bloody crank. Unlike most; especially those who converse with Gods.

Moving on:


more with every passing day that we are fed merely an emotive papful of the Human Story: by science, by academia, and even by some cranks.

So for any observer the starting point has to be Objective Thinking. Of his own. 


time again:

Hee hoo won’t learn from history has got to do it all again, over and over, and over again … until he gets the hang of it—proper.


(Hey, don’t growl at me—I’m just quoting (badly) one of the greats of philosophy.)


without ever being able to prove it …

(a) that the nutters are right when they state that civilisation existed pre the ice-age/s but was blown away by cosmic events that reset our clocks; and

(b) that we are entering a paradigm shift—thanks to cranks who ignore the blasted books and do their own thinking; and

(c) Eventually academia/ science/ experts and stuff will drop the outmoded ball they are desperately holding (and upon which their prestige and income depends) to become experts in the incoming mainstream.


Before you bite my head off — what were YOU taught in school, about the building of the pyramids?

Was it anything like “thousands of slaves, whips, and oodles of log rollers”, hmmm?

But I still don’t believe that “The aliens did it!”. Aliens, schmaliens … WE dunnit … but I’d love to know how, with what, by whom*, and when.

In some of my earlier posts I stated that I believe the Giza Pyramids were thrown together as piles of (literally) crude rubble, topped off with vastly superior casings—

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—so (obviously?) the function was served by the skin of the edifice, its bulk, and possibly its hollow bits (shafts, chambers) etc etc while the junky rubble was merely to assist that end. (Perhaps as some suggest the functions were also served by positioning, permanence, and alignments. )

However, I do not (repeat) cannot go along with the idea of the GP of E as a tomb. No, no, no no no no no no no no … but for my reasons you’ll have to look at the subject yourself, objectively.

Or not …

* Yeah. But by whom? And how—it sure wasn’t done by log-roller technology and copper saws casually slicing through endless granite …