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?”


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


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



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



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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.


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—


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



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




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.)


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.


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.)


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.)




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.




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).




So we should be.

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


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


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.


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.


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* .


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.


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


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


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.




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


of insulting such few readers as I have—


—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’…)



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again. Everything is politics


have a couple of ‘Pages’ attached.

One of them, (in a form anyone can read) is written more or less as child-lit. Kid-lit, call it what you will. I first drafted it before the great J K Rowling hit the shelves so although you may find similarities there’s no plagiarism involved. She made a bundle, I flubbed, but that’s the way of it and I won’t (can’t~!) complain. Dammit …


tale I encapsulated a lifetime’s observations with a few bits of cynical thought. But the premises are valid and I challenge anyone to dispute them:


—and for anyone not au fait with the British way of English, Swindleham isn’t pronounced “Swindle Ham”.  It’s actually “Swindle ’em” …

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I’ve posted in the past about how once at a meeting a young lady (school teacher type) asked “How can I boost the self esteem of a child?”.  (A bothersome boy, if I remember correctly.)

My own response differed from the majority of the others, which surprisingly in that company were too much like the quote below; but more of my view after you’ve had a wee beak at this driv   lot—


… The US-based National Association of School Psychologists published a much-cited paper on how parents and schools can boost self-esteem in children: ‘Adults must listen carefully to the child without interrupting, and should not tell the child how to feel.’ Meanwhile, the charity Family Lives tells parents ‘not to label, criticise or blame your child, as this would give them negative messages which… can have a detrimental impact on their emotional wellbeing later on in life’ …”

source:  CLICK HERE 

I said then and I say it again now, that the best way to artificially boost anyone’s self-esteem is to set them a really challenging task … and let them overcome the challenge themselves.

TrolletteYour problem is tuning the task to the victi  person. Too easy and you blow it, too tough and you shoot everyone in the foot. Stretch the little bugger and once he, she, or it achieves the solution … oh, wow! Boom boom!


how should we treat our poor little Snowflakes, hmmm? Are we allowed to stretch them? Can they be stretched—or do they drown you in tears?

Don’t ask me, I’m just a dum’ dog … go ask an educator (but I warn you now: you’d better have good control of your gagging reflex).