BEAUTY

IS

Screen Shot 2019-04-28 at 09.41.55“…as beauty does” (to paraphrase one Forrest Gump).

And is very much in the eye of the beholder. I have always had an eye for the beautiful and have been able to find it often in the most mundane, plain, and/or even ‘ugly’. So sue me …

MINE EYES

aren’t too picky. Not by commonly accepted standards. But here we’re considering the physical ‘beauty’ of the human woman. (So we mean sex-appeal, no?)

No. Certainly SA is a major for many but beauty is as beauty does, and I find the shot below rather …

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… beautiful.

Some oaf with a camera got it right, no?

Or is it the /sex appeal’ of the pose, the posture, the wide and almost challenging eyes, the chomp-on-and-swing-from-me lips …

… and the fact—

—that I have a ‘thing’ for long-haired blue-eyed blondes. Racist? Go chew your tail—it’s my very own personal preference but I’ve never limited myself; programmed by circumstance (I’m a human male, after all) my tastes were always rather eclectic (and academic these days—regardless of the Women’s Lip movements I can still dream).

BUT~!

But to be beautiful beyond street appeal there has to be someone home. There has to be something behind the facade … which means a meeting of minds. No?

Minds (in as much as the wide-eyed zealotish robotic gibbering cackling PC will allow anyone these days) have to reveal themselves and be compatible to hold my attention. The wrapper may be appealing but if the candy don’t taste good: yeuch.

So:

is she beautiful, or not? (The let-out for you is that she is a wee bit dead. But the photo was taken before she deceased, so the question is valid.)

I say a superb capture

of a beautiful woman.

As beautiful as a very ardent and (by modern standards) somewhat insane Nazi woman could be. (They had some gorgeous gals, them Nazis …)

Bitch First Class with Hons, I believe; but it’s time now for a wee bit more concentrated fully focussed intense research …

Moi

… DON’T WAIT UP …

GOLF, CLUBS, NUTS & NUDISTS—

—REJOICE—

BOOM BOOM

All is not lost—as one door closes, another opens. No?

THE INVERCARGILL GOLF

course has shut.

So too has the one at Ohai, now reverted to farmland. But Ohai is a nowhere on the edge of nonexistence so who gives a big rat’s anyway? Certainly not the average punter, just the ones who enjoy bashing their balls around fields. (As a lad I caddied for my Dad. I quickly learnt the words and a concomitant intense dislike of golf. )

SO IN THIS AGE OF RECYCLING

why waste a golfing course now slightly past its ‘use-by’ date?

THE INVERCARGILL ASTRONOMERS

have put in a sort of bid. They like the idea of a light-pollution-free(ish) zone, and good luck to them. I like it too, not for peering at stars and such stuff but for shooting them (stars and such stuff).  With a camera—much more fun than trudging around cold and wet with a cold and wet bag of cold and wet clubs. But for real fun: already a lovely mature woodland in Queens Park in town has been savaged to put in a ‘frisby-golf’ course. Maniacs with tractors and mowers and chainsaws and tree-eating machines have reduced the woodlands to savannah and there seems to be no stopping them now …

However, I do like some of the other suggestions put forward—

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—and await with cheerful anticipation the outcome (but in the current PC climate I don’t hold out any hope at all for the Rifle Club guys and their bid …)

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CAN ANYONE TELL ME

PLEASE~!

What’s wrong with this snippet I just snup?

 down there

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GIVE UP~?

Then, dammit, you are showing your age and revealing a (rather quaint) (almost cute) old-fashioned education. (We should get you pickled in a barrel of rum and bring you out for display on Pioneer’s Day …)

CLUE

you aren’t allowed to say ‘actress’ no more. If you really must differentiate, you sexist pig, we may allow you ‘actor, female’ (or at the most very worst ‘female actor’). But ‘actress?’

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK~!

—just the thought of the concept gives us modernists the shivering willies.

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Now please excuse me, I’ve come all over faint  … gotta go lie down … see yourself out …

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WOT GOES ‘ROUND

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and blessed be

the name of Eternity.

So:

what can you do with an eternity? (Think about it, but don’t take too long)—

How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit 

Of this and That endeavour and dispute?

 Better be merry with the fruitful Grape

 Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

And let’s get to the nitty gritty:

TOPIC: Global Warming

INFO  : as per link below, c/o wwweb/u-toobe)   down there

—this guy (whether you warm to him (ouch) or not) seems better informed than me. But I love stuff like this ‘cos it makes my stomach-turning barf-reflexes (instinctive, I can’t help myself when I hear sheople bleating) more justifiable*.

Sheesh

* I was turned off (the Al Gore types) right from the outset by that too obviously opportunistic pig-ignorant sheep-milking attention-grabbing money-making misuse of the word ‘unprecedented’ …

 

VALUES

ARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE

allowed to have (but never you) … active service

unless you are a signed up ostentatiously demonstrative part of The Herd*.

Snipped from this morning’s Southland Times

“You are violating the IFLA (International Federation of Library Associations) Code of Ethics that says “In order to promote inclusion and eradicate discrimination librarians and other information workers ensure that the right of accessing information is not denied and that equitable services are provided for everyone whatever their age, citizenship, political belief, physical or mental ability, gender identity, heritage, education, income, immigration and asylum-seeking status, marital status, origin, race, religion or sexual orientation.” 

—concerning the refurbished and ever-so-with-it (actually the ultimate in inoffensive PC, too) Invercargill Library.

TO NOT DIGRESS

(and referring to a faded generation) naval Captain S. W. Roskill was asked of his (RN cruiser’s crew which at the time was almost exclusively New Zealanders) “And how is your crew?” to which the (traditional, but superlative) Captain gave the rueful reply: “Five hundred individuals!”

Different age …

We are not (R) NOT allowed to have opinions. Not today. Not in New Zealand. So if the foul filthy chain-smoking stinking unshaven unwashed grime ridden flea dripping drunken snot dribbling drooling booze reeking ‘person’ falls over you in the library, or anywhere … smile sweetly and demonstrate your tolerance and acceptance—and especially, try to encourage such bold/brave individuality and initiative.

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For myself I (do and always shall) reserve the right to form my own opinions, weighing against my own values**.

(If you don’t like that—go suck eggs. Bad eggs. Really bad eggs …)

 

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*   And a values-free zone i.e. (dare I say it?) valueless.

** Which I’m happy to re-value if ever demonstrated false. 

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’

“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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