PERHAPS …

Bopor maybe not.

But on the subject of PCness (and all who sail in her)—to be Politically Correct is to abdicate responsibility.

PC means one word, and one word only—and that is Coward.

And the other one word is Opportunist.

And survivalist …

Oh dear. Our word is becoming a lexicon … ’twas ever thus. So again I offer my personal contribution to the lingo:

“PER”

—such a cute little word; but no-one could ever challenge it on PC grounds. Per is neutral, even more neutral than any other pronoun (noun, adjective, thing) word in English.

Given—

THAT THE THOUGHT-POLICE

using ‘equality’ as a weapon (a bloody good one too) deride the established his/hers, he/she, him, her, son, daughter, bride, groom, husband, wife, master, mistress* etc etc ad hysterium (as in hysteria) etc etc …

I VENTURE THAT THEIR

favoured word ‘person’ is in itself sexist. In spades!

(Think about it … look again at the last three letters there; s-o-n … which refer to a (hoick, spit!) male offspring. Aaaaargghhh, that such wickedness could be!

ERGO

to resonate with the vacuum-minded we must drop the ‘son’ syllable and opt in future to use the gender neutral ‘per’ only.

No?

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Raining here now … how could you tell?

BOOM BOOM!

* Mistress:  between ‘mister’ and ‘mattress’

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“RESIST PLOT

TO UPSIZE EASTER”

screams the headline. devil-29973__340

Yeah.

Right.

But—

—methinks the writer is trying to roll a colossal ball up a very steep hill with his beak. He ain’t gonna do it … article was in a freebie newspaper (‘The Eye’) dated March 29 2018.

Some snippets—

“Every year, retailers work harder at trying to get Easter to be a little more Christmassy”

“Easter decorations had me utterly bemused”

“… more Easter gift marketing and product evident this year than last, indicating the retail push is working …”

I LOVE PROGRESS

Actually, I adore progress. I live and breathe for progress; progress is good. But—

CONDITIONING

an over indulged generation to expect ever more handouts on cue is not a good thing. Christmas, for example was once a time for genuine togetherness, getting close to and enjoying with loved ones.

BUT WAIT, IT

gets better:

“I was once minded to boycott what I saw as festivals of shopping …”

Boom boom!

I also tried that—but too many close family and friends were hurt by the clash between their conditionings and my repugnances.

SO BY ALL MEANS

let us celebrate whatever festivals we wish—ancient, recent, contrived … on whatever grounds be they religious, wishful, calendrical or simply to fill a retailing vacuum.

The ploy is a blackmail—coercion into spending. Think about it—can you resist a disappointed kid? (So they got you by the delicates, no?)

BUT WHY WAIT 

till blasted Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Solstice/Equinox or whatever?

If you love someone, show them so on YOUR terms. Give them a Cherishment Gift right now, today; or whenever the thought strikes you and to hell with all the artificial social compulsions.

I love and adore my Spouse and let her know at any and every opportunity—she finds little Cherishment Gifts in the weirdest of places at the strangest of times, and vice versa.

AND WE

not the blasted milkers … are the richer for it.

LET’S CLOSE WITH A THOUGHT

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—which needs no eggs, chocolates, tinsel, priests or scheduled gifts.

If you haven’t twigged yet, then borrow from the maligned—

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—and if necessary, close with this wee thought—

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—and don’t be blackmailed into accepting ever-increasing artificial social ‘obligations’.

The writer of that article has a good point, methinks.

 

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OH, WOW

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The webbie on offer below seems to jaded tired eyes a lot longer than the physical newspaper article (remember news? On paper?) was.

But before we go further, here’s your webbie—

To read more:  CLICK HERE

—and if you go there, and if having gone there you do actually read it; ask yourself “Oh no! What is the jaded old mutt on about this time?”

AND BE AWARE

that if you do need to ask I’d venture that you miss my point.

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“Argus! Welcome to The Club old mate! Grab a beer, sit next to Miss Cassandra and enjoy the show!”

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* (Paper, schmaper, newspaper—you know, great for wrapping fish’n’chips in the good old days)

DO WE NEVER TIRE

NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT 

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I DO~!

But I’m just a jaded and tired old dog. And as always the world belongs to the young—how can I complain? The world was mine too, once, when seas were blue and albatri hung smiling in the air just out of reach.

IT IS GOOD

to be protective of the young. But to sublimate all else to pandering to whims they don’t even know themselves that they have?

Just a year or three back in Queens Park in Invercargill was a beautiful avenue overhung with mature European trees. The trees themselves were part of a mini-environment established by the love of decades; bluebells abounded in springtime along with the daffodils and others such.

And then—

—and then some PC idiot (determined to score points with his/her/its peers) voted to savage the trees and ‘improve the park for all’ by using the savaged trunks as structures for the children to play on … and it happened.

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RIP:  2015

I have no idea if the ‘lovely works of practical art’ created from the corpses of murdered trees were paid for, and if so by whom*, but someone’s career was enhanced thereby. Points were scored.

Every care was taken, we were told. Every angle checked and the artworks are entirely safe in all respects. So when I trotted through the other day this is what I saw, egg upon the face of the grandstanding PC folks—

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—if they but had the nous to realise—

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—which mercifully for them: they don’t.

And so—

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—the beat goes on, the beat goes onnnnnnnn …. dodo

 

 

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* By the poor bloody taxpayers, of course. Sheesh!

 

MY AMERICAN

SISTER

gave us a copy of  ‘Moana’. Very enjoyable and will become much loved but I admit that I still prefer ‘Frozen’.

Moana is based loosely around the Polynesian skills in navigation. (At school in NZ when I was a lad the fashionable paradigm was ‘hit and miss’ coupled with oodles of luck and  starvation arrivals. Sometimes.)

BUT AS I’VE

matured my current thoughts are that ‘civilisation’ has been cyclic, literally coming and going. We seem to have been high achievers and then knocked back to the stone age more than once. But as eyebrow raising as the thought may be nobody can deny that the ‘stone-age savages’ were brilliant navigators. Blown at random from island to island? Yeah … sure. Oink.

MY CURRENT HEROES

include deluded cranks like Graham Hancock, Robert Schoch, Bauval, West and others. Guys who think outside the bottle and dare to raise questions.

So right now I’m ploughing through Hapgood’s ‘Maps of the Ancient Sea Kings’ (some of which I understand). A brief clue here, one German scientist* gave it a glowing write up which my own el cheapo copy doesn’t have in it. Bugger.)

IF YOU READ ME

at all you’ll know my opinion of ‘science’ and education. Don’t get me wrong, science can revive corpses and stuff; education can create scientists and all combine to give us ‘thought’. But again I state that too often yesterday’s fact is today’s hilarious giggle.

But don’t ever misquote me: I am NOT an ‘ancient astronaut’ nutter. (Loopy, yes, but that far outside the square, not.)

HERE, HAVE A

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nice book that I’m also currently re-reading.

I bought my own copy from an old bookshop in a back street in Aberdeen (the one shown is from a Google) and guess what? Yup~!

I found the reference I was looking for, about a wee bird of the Amazon, and shall soon be posting a screenshot of the page and my reasons for wanting it.

 

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AND NOW TODAY’S SNIPPET

it is clear that in the 13th century, Tahitians used sophisticated navigational skills to travel the 2,500-mile distance and settle the Hawaiian Islands. Archaeological and linguistic evidence shows that navigators from Tahiti’s neighbor islands the Marquesas had settled the islands even earlier. Skepticism over the validity of those navigational methods has long muddied the waters. A most notable naysayer was ethnologist Thor Heyerdahl whose 1947 Kon Tiki raft expedition advanced the drift idea that colonization occurred only as vessels simply traveled on the tides. But the 1976 voyage of the Hōkūleʻa—guided by Micronesian navigator Pius “Mau” Piailug—resolved the debate. Piailug demonstrated his profound skill for reading the night sky and the ocean swells and safely guided the massive ocean-going canoe from Hawaii to Tahiti.

Read more:  CLICK HERE 

And as wonderful as ol’ Thor was, perhaps he goofed. (The bugger should’ve read Hapgood), Now get thee to the ref and have a read.

And then go watch Moana, if only to see how a foxy wee minx can kick godly butt.

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* A guy who played around with atoms and things (name of Einstein).

 

A BIT SCRATCHY,

pcARE WE?

So we should be.

We are the single most sensitive and misunderstood wee souls in the entire universe.

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Awww, don’t fret, Diddums, we love you …

IN THE MEANTIME FOR THOSE

with an analytical bent and no first hand experience here’s your quote from the objective BBC —

What’s behind New Zealand’s shocking youth suicide rate?

By Andreas Illmer

Think of New Zealand and what likely comes to mind is beautiful nature – fjords, mountains and magnificent landscapes, vast, empty and endless.

But for years already, the country has been struggling with another form of isolation – depression and suicide.

A new report by Unicef contains a shocking statistic – New Zealand has by far the highest youth suicide rate in the developed world. A shock but no surprise – it’s not the first time the country tops that table …

For myself I’m nether shocked nor surprised. Ho hum (yawn, too). But you’d have to live here to understand.

FOR MYSELF

I came up through our world-beating Kiwi ‘education’ system. (We weren’t taught to think but boy, could we ever play rugby!)

It took me decades to break free of the conditioning. I had to teach myself—my dear ol’ Dad often in despair because I perpetually had my snout in a book.

At school I was roundly hated for answering questions that smug teachers would pose to

(a) shut us up and/or

(b) demonstrate their superiority.

THE JAPANESE

have a saying to the effect that the nail that sticks up should be hammered down—kiwis take it to heart in spades. So I became a quiet ‘loner’.

Lonely? No way—I revelled in it. Scrooge enjoyed darkness because it was cheap, I enjoyed solitude because of the company* .

NEVER FOR A MOMENT

did I ever contemplate killing myself. My world was angles, blocks, colours, rhyme, distances, history and endless unanswered questions.

Life itself was a challenge and I quickly burned through the religious hoo-flung we were fed—I quietly drew cartoons in Bible class and no-one said a word so long as I stayed quiet. I stayed quiet so long as no indoctrinated idiot challenged me.

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Built the lot out of nothing, I did.  Dad did.  We did … bugger …

Long before coming across Aristotle I’d learned to see through contradictions for myself. Powerful stuff.

SO WHY

does ol’ God allow kiwi kids to pop themselves off all over the place?

OR COULD IT BE

that kiwi kids are simply a bunch of over-indulged Snowflakes these days, and God just doesn’t come into it?

I’VE MENTIONED THIS

one before, that once asked at a gathering ‘how to raise the self-esteem of a kid’ my response was ‘Set that kid a difficult task, as tough as you can make but within his reach’ … stunned silence.

dodo Now please don’t ask me how to lower our world-beating suicide statistic.

It can be done. It could be done—but I predict with one hundred percent confidence that it won’t be done.

So we shall continue to be ‘world beaters’ in that field too, boom boom!

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* Some of the greatest minds that ever lived.

 

 

THIS STINKS

pc and is every bit—though few will agree with, or even recognise my point—as bad as what it purportedly opposes:

Nazi Grandma,’ 88, Convicted of Holocaust Denial in Germany

Why?

Why would a humanist like moi cast aspersions upon the brain dead morality-deprived wannabe dogooders ani* of Germany?

AT THE RISK

of insulting such few readers as I have—

THINK ABOUT IT

—and if you can’t see any contradictions between ‘Free Speech’ and shutting people up for speaking …

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Weeelll, I have this wonderful bridge for sale—only slightly used, in Sydney Harbour. Free for removal, in fact … just stick a few bucks in my Swiss accounts and it’s all yours.

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Was that sarcasm, Sir?”

“Not this time Cutie. That was bitterness. But don’t fret—just study form, then off you go and vote.”

“… for Freedom, Truth, Justice and Free Speech, Sir?”

“You got it, Kid …”

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* It’s the plural of ‘anus’. (For you Americans it translates as ‘assholes’…)