puns intentional.

Actually, rather than bore you I’ll simply post a wee except and the link. Go there but be warned, it triggers an instant WTF? in rational people.

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A Hindu man who ate beef labelled as lamb wants a supermarket giant to pay for his trip so he can go home to cleanse.

Jaswinder Paul, bought a package labelled as lamb roast … then cooked and ate the contents before discovering the meat was beef.

Cows are viewed as sacred in Hinduism, and eating the meat broke his religious vow, he said.

“According to my religion, I have to go back to my country and do sacred things for four to six weeks, and be purified by priests, so I can continue on my religious path. It’s a long process,” he said.

He would also have to fork out for return flights to New Delhi, in India, alongside accommodation and food, he said…

His family had not talked to him since he ate the beef, he said.​

Well now.

As one who would like to cover all bases and is tempted sometimes to subscribe (metaphorically) to all religions … is there any food anywhere that isn’t ‘sacred’ to some bugger or other somewhere at some time?






Screen Shot 2019-03-09 at 08.18.37.pngsometimes is the ‘comments’. It takes no time at all before the thing bursts into flames, I really can’t be bothered.

But occasionally a genuine reflexive twitch on my part results in a genuine query on my part, which doesn’t faze me in the least when the Morlocks emerge with napalm—if I get answers.


will be honestly met by someone who although well intentioned is tied by state-of-the-art current thinking. Let’s get an understanding here: facts change but fancy is forever (until the new arrives).


I haunt cranks. Cranks are the lifeblood of my existence. Without Crankology life would be reduced to a grind of ‘facts’. I need cranks like hogs need mud.


say things that ‘science’ (eventually) agrees with.


that various previously hidden shafts in the Great Pyramid of Egypt (concealed by the ancient builders) align precisely with stars. This notion has entered the lexicon. “But,” I squawk with wild-eyed enthusiasm, “but — but how can we possibly know that?”

I liken it to naval gunnery—moving vessels needs precise alignments, so all possible factors must be served.

And here we have a pyramid with now unconcealed shafts that align to the sky. Wow.


if you feed all the currently known relevant data into your computer it smugly tells you that the shaft lines up with the star Alpha Gurgleatis in the year fifteen thousand X-hundred and umpty years BCE.

“But~” I squawk with ignorant bewilderment, “but is that the only star it aligns to? Surely with the rotation of the Earth and the precession of the equinoxes and Gods alone know what else, it sweeps the sky and in so doing aligns with oodles of other stars?”

I shan’t ask why a so-called ‘air shaft’ was blocked off by the builders … or whom they were trying to provide air for; or why an intangible ethereal ‘spirit’ wouldn’t just float through all the blockery and make his own way out. I just accept that I don’t accept that the GP of E was ever a tomb, and for all the reasons provided by my cranks.


rejoin my cranks. Don’t wait up.





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The new grand unrequited passion of my life


can any double-damned panty-waisting modernist … twat … possibly sink any pathetically lower than this?

down there

The film was also accused of “allergy bullying” for a scene in which a group of bunnies attacks a man with blackberries, knowing he is allergic to them, and provoking calls for a boycott.

Ye utter gods!

Anyone not tempted to take arms against such PC mind-controlling drivel may safely be labelled brain dead and dormant. No? Sheesh—an empty rum bottle has more spirit!


we are being conditioned—and none too subtly—not to query, never to ask questions, never to opine, never to stand up and bark when some points-seeking berk makes yet another asinine ‘observation’.


and you control his body. He becomes your extension, an organic robot to do your bidding. (This, in fact, is what religion is all about; mind Control—nothing more, nothing less.)

Try this:  IF—

—if there really were just one all-singing all-dancing unique ‘God’ there would be only one religion. (Any enthusiast care to argue this point? Do so now, lines are now open and operators poised … all donations will go towards a new charity hospital luxury super jet for the religious leader of your choice*.)

Bugger. Digressed again … I do that a lot—

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—but it’s given me an idea: I might just censor the Christian Holy Bible and reword it to be Politically Correct and entirely in accordance with modern standards.

After which the Holy Koran is ripe for PC adjustment. At last, God has shown me the way and given me a renewed sense of purpose~!


* After I’ve taken out my legitimate ‘running costs and expenses, of course …



… to keep things lighthearted.


And also to illustrate (where appropriate) the ‘human cost’.

Perhaps if I can get enough people asking questions some mover/shaker types might be moved enough to create change where I’ve never been able to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished …

Recently I posted this image—

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—which actually is universal, and timeless. It twanged my strings more than any other photo recently, and trust me … I look at lots of photos.

I googled the name and got a brief summary of the background story—

Source:  CLICK HERE 

—which is partly why I included the words ‘timeless’ … and ‘universal’ …


Don’t fret — there’s oooodles more just like these, and there always will be. You won’t miss out …




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and blessed be

the name of Eternity.


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*.


* 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’ …




Screen Shot 2019-01-06 at 11.48.45.pngOne has to innocently ask—and here now is someone else’s problem:

where will glorious Dr Zahi Hawass have his plaque inserted?

(With of course, a requisite throwaway brieffie footnote mention, perhaps, of his long suffering sidekick.)

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We all know the above beast.

‘Nuff sed, and the Sphinx too … let’s get closer:

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—and ponder: are we looking at ‘restoration’ here, or is it actually original (think “new, modern, contemporary” …) artwork passing under that rubric?


so long as the spirit of the brute is (somehow) retained the actual actualities don’t really matter—perhaps those ‘ribs’ will in the long run be fleshed out to look more like the uneroded beast of yore?

If it had been moi in charge I’d have looked long and hard at the possibilities presented by modern spray-on plastics/lacquers and stuff. (Maybe he did …)

If short of the requisite funds I’d have offered a limited high-charge tour through the tunnelly bits within and beneath and so let ol’ Leo fund his own repairs.

There’s another possibility (but here we go crank) (nobody wants that, do we?) and that is the possibility that ol’ Zahi is—in plain sight—simply reburying evidences of some kind. Good on him—I cannot stand the guy (does it show?) but he has to be admired, sometimes … hell, even Hitler made the trains run on time.

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“Love me, love my hat (thanks, Mr Jones; much obliged).”


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Oh ... WOW!

Oh … WOW~!


They tried, you know. selfie

They tried to reduce the ‘plastic bags effect’ upon our Mother Earth … some years ago; with biodegradable plastics. If success can be measured by uncoerced acceptance the trial went off with a loud THUD. (Or a splat, if we’re talking wet wrappings.)

Hell, even my own beloved Spouse (who is every bit as politically correct as moi) accepted with good grace (as a fait accompli) when one of New Zealand’s biggest department stores gave her her purchases in some biodegradable packaging (which once home she popped into a closet).

When, in later months, she grabbed the handle and pulled out she was most impressed with the lovely handle whilst the goodies and their ‘packaging’ stayed up on the shelf—and when she lifted that lot out it was confetti everywhere … I didn’t know she even knew words like that.


generation or so back I remember reading to the effect that we kiwis were exporting mountains of empty tins (cans) to Australia for recyclement. I have no idea what eventually became of the unwanted beasts but the photos were impressive … probably shipped ’em off to China?


resonated. (Why, I have no idea—I just leave the thinking to those who are good at it.)


to read from source:  CLICK HERE 


—and what do those blasted environmentalists know, hey? They’d have us go back to paper bags and greaseproof paper next—


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