FOR JZ, and

for ARK

I offer this—       finger down

—and my very most absolute favouritest Shakespeare quote:

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy…”


So make of it what we may—

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But I shan’t offer it to the devout of the One True Religion, of course*. (Those guys already have all the answers.)


* whichever it is. (Take your pick, there’s zillions of them.)


R U all


Simple question, simple answer       finger down

Apply as required to any other vociferous idiot—



—other than moi, that is. (I’m a sensitive wee soul …)


If your roof isn’t coloured white (or even better, a lovely reflective mirror-like finish such as polished silver) then you are not (r) NOT a genuine global warming nutter …

… you are a fraud. A vociferous con-artist, no less. For shame, Sir!

It’s an old saying:

(a)  put your money where your mouth is, and

(b)  actions speak louder than words

etc etc.


I haven’t verified any of this—

—I just pondered it, then thought I’d share with like minds … and ask how many of the LA city fathers have white roofs (at their own expense), hey?

I hate to think what might happen if the Invercargill Council got its grubby hands on these thoughts. Hell, they’ve just shut the Southland Museum because it’s “earthquake prone”.

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I still haven’t figured out what makes the Pyramid building more prone to earthquakes than any other part of its this town—but who can argue with the goat with the gun, hey?






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Another’s blog on ‘morals’ and morality resurrects an ages old question which I try to ignore: morals.

I have my own and for enforcement answer to no-one but me.

It seems to work.

The touted ‘Golden Rule’ states simply Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”, which is all very sweet. But—

doesn’t work

—as a child whenever I tried that my behaviour was seen as a milkable weakness and others milked it. Lots. One soon learnt …

The Rule I find most effective now is:






—it’s even better if you can do it back unto them first.


a prime rule for social survival. And who knows, should it ever become Law—how many would seek high office if they knew they’d get justice?

“Mr Argus~?”

“Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Sir … you didn’t mention The Holy Bibl—”

“For moral guidance? Here ya go, Kid~”

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Amen …




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a query:  Does this thought—

“The pigments, Potts and his co-authors now believe, were part of a prehistoric trade network—one that existed 100,000 years earlier than scientists previously thought.”

to read more: CLICK HERE 

—rewrite tens of millions of educational books?

I remember being taught that before the ‘ancients’ of the Middle East all was intellectually vacuumish; you know—the earth was without form, and void; and darkness lay upon the face of the deep and stuff.


what is the (real~!) lifespan of a fact?


In fact, is there such a fact as a fact?

Do ‘facts’ even exist, per se?

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“Argus! Cool it! You’re making my head hurt!”


Contradictions Law

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Here, Little Fact! C’mon wee fellow—don’t be shy …”

Ram right



Ram left


GOD … 

3 sages


“Sir! I gather you don’t like me?

And with a smile of all sweet accord, He answered—

“Rubbish, ya dum’ Dog! I love every bugger!”

I noticed that at this point he paused, and dwelleth thereupon a momentary moment—

“Even,” he appeared to gag (I get that a lot) … “even you! Actually, Argie, you save Me and Nick a lot of effort. Thanks for that, appreciated~”


“So let’s get to the gritty—what’s ya problem this time? Why dost thou thinketh I don’t love ya? Course I love ya! Couldn’t love ya more even if you were my own son~”

(Thank heavens for that … Memo to self: if reincarnation be real, don’t let me come back as God’s beloved Son—)

“Tomorrow, Sir!”

“Never comes, Dog. You know tha—”

“You have Winton booked in for a lunar eclipse, no?”

“True. So?”

“So you knew a million years ago that I’d booked myself in for this eclipse! I organised a conjunction of our local golf course, my tripod, camera, self, a flask of hot coffee and your eclipse …”

“I knew that …”

“So when I look at the latest weather forecasts, Sir, THIS is what they spring on me—


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—and I’m not a happy doggy right now!”

“Poor pup! Hmmmm … penumbra starts touching at 2351, moon starts redding at 0048, total begins 0151 … maxes at 0229 … mutter mutter mumble …”

“You knew that! Couldn’t you have extended the blasted drought—YOUR blasted drought, Sir … just one more lousy night?”

“Awwww, shucks, Dog! All them poor Christians and farmers and gardeners and things been praying for rain for weeks! For months! Why should one atheist old mutt with a camera take precedence, hmmmm?”

“So … as a vindictive holy spook—”

“Vengeful too, don’t forget—”

“—you’d favour a bunch of convenience-Christians over one sincere disbeliever? For shame, Sir~!”

“… … … your tale has touched my heart, Argus. Tell you what I’ll do—get yourself out there fully booted and spurred, on time, tomorrow night … and I’ll see what I can do for you at such short notice. Whaddya say, Dog?”

“I’d say, Sir … that I’m gonna turn in early and get a good sleep. Suggest you do the same, Sir—”


“Oops? Did I just hear you say ‘oops’, Sir? Hey … I know oops. I know what it means when I say oops. Is there anything else I should know? … God? Sir? Are you still there?”

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“Sorry, Dog! Did I forget to mention all the lightning and massive thunderclaps?”




16 point 5

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out of a lifetime. So?

I’ve just sat through an impassioned speech by a young lady whom some might call a firebrand (or a bitch). Whichever, however, the lady is involved in her topic. Kudos.

Essentially her topic is Canada.

And immigration, and the fact that she likes being herself. (Don’t we all?)

She doesn’t like being forced to ‘like’ people with different values being foisted on her (and I suppose on her downlines too if she has any).

Her u-tube is well worth watching—

—even if you don’t don’t give a damn. Why should you? Isn’t ‘change’ the only constant? So why dislike the inevitable, why kick against the pricks when life is so much easier if you just go with the flow?


I try to make rational sense of what is being done to my way of life without my consent. I have my own values and dislike what I see as other peoples’ lack of values overriding mine in my own country. Hence I relate to the lady above.


I have a token in my home (somewhere) from when I did time in HMAS Cerberus. The motto was ‘SEMPER VIGILANS’.

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Pretty self explanatory … and tonight I was tracking through a train of thought triggered by GP’s recent post on HMAS Australia and ended up with a modern souvenir image of Cerberus, and now look at it—

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Papatoetoe_High_School_logo.pngRelated … a few weeks ago I visited the website of a South Auckland school, where the blazer/badge image was of an ancient Grecian athlete holding aloft a burning torch, with the motto “Digne Lampada Tradas” which as everyone once knew was “Worthily, hand on the torch” …

… but which has likewise been modernised in translation to now be understood as meaning something quite different—


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So understandably moderns are too dense to appreciate subtleties—and why the hell waste time on deceased archaic obsolete defunct meaningless languages?

Is this why the Christian Bible is translated endlessly into ‘Noddy book’ turns of phrase, lest the simplest of simple messages be lost upon the illegitim illiterates?

But if nothing is sacred, what then provides continuity from one generation to the next?

What defines selfhood, nationhood, community?

What can give a sense of purpose, unity, and the bondings that such provide?

Or are we being set up?

Are clever minds invoking the ages old



against us?

And we, being incapable of reasoned thought, are simply accepting it?

At least the passionate damsel in the video above has seen the light. Too little, too late, but I’d be happy to watch her again. And I shall …


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should that be ‘chased’? Bugger …


this fresh in from the devotee’s field manual—


—make of it what you will. Sadly I didn’t catch the source, but God will ensure that credit goes where due.

And now one wee nagging doubt needs be settled (Mel? CS? Anybody?)—

How big is a Holy Spirit?

(Bugger … theology is just so difficult, now we have to run around measuring gender gaps—and you just try doing that on a church-hall dance floor!)

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“Don’t fret, Argie … I’m watching ’em …”


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