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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.”

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—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?

Big G, bigger

“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 …”

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meant “made before 1935” …

Quoting now—

Army Sergeant C.W. Arrowood completely agreed: “The Jap knee mortar gives us hell. They come in fast, thick, and accurate. Can’t we have one?”

The answer to Sergeant Arrowood’s question was a resounding No. United States forces soldiered on with the little loved rifle grenade until the advent of the M79 40mm grenade launcher during the early stages of the Vietnam War.

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—reraises an old bugbear of mine, having suffered years of obsolete and obsolescent junk (of which the warehouses were full).

I find myself asking over and over and over again … “Why can’t the designers, manufacturers, and procurers of weaponry be drafted into the forces as ‘coal face’ USERS of said equipments?” for substantial genuine (field) testing?


is best served always by getting the end user to evaluate products under user conditions; and not at all ‘served’ by pen-pushers and crony business/politicians in luxury air conditioned offices discussing over cocktail lunches.

But Mr Warbucks (love that name!) wouldn’t agree. And for many millions of deceased warriors, what might their families say if they only knew~?

Here’s a nice bugbear to help you think finger-pointing-down-animation-gif copy

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“Always expect the unexpected! Got it, yet, Shorty?”

AND if you have any manner of ‘flesh and blood’ input in your nation’s defence forces—be you Brit, Yank, Russki, or whatever:

how would you feel about getting your relative back in a wee box (if you even got the bugger back at all) discovering later that when dropped in the mud briefly his/her weapon ceased functioning (but rarely the bad guy’s weapons? Weird, that)?

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made me update a bit:


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Some damned atheist swine asked the obvious, to the effect—

“So beloved of God … why does the Pope need an armoured waggon?”

We might add: “… and vigilant well-armed guards?”

(If not armed, are they ‘mobile martyrs’ ready to earn a no-questions-hotfoot-to-Heaven ticket by throwing themselves on grenades or absorbing bullets?)


and Mr Google as always came up trumps—

What do you get for the holy man who has everything? If he’s Pope Benedict XVI, you get him a new Mercedes-Benz Popemobile.

Based on the company’s midsize M-Class SUV, the new diamond-white Popemobile replaces an older Mercedes model that had served his holiness since 2002. The automaker has been providing popes their eponymous vehicles since 1930.

Mercedes says the new model has an upgraded dome for the Pope to ride in. It features easier access for the 85-year-old pontiff, larger bulletproof glass panels for better visibility and lights in the roof to illuminate the subject below. The throne inside the dome is embroidered with the coat of arms of the pontiff.

It rides a bit lower than the previous version, to make it easier to ship to the Pope’s destinations. The project took Mercedes about nine months to build, the company said.


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Oh wow, I’m truly impressed! Not with the understated ostentation of The Beast (and his transport) but with the wildly enthusiastic Nelson-eyed gullibility of the millions of Widow’s Miters who fund it.

Oops, “indignant rebuttal” alert … okaaaaay … … yes.

But money is fungible, no? (Now go say fifteen hundred Hail Argies and I’ll forgive you.)(Go on, off you go, shoo~!)


AND here’s the grand ultimate paradigm of humility and service standing with a justifiably pleased capitalist of the species. What is it with Popes and religiosi that even their blessed coats have to look like dresses?


I can’t spend any more time on this. I have to look up the reference I was going to finish with … something about a rich man squashing himself through the eye of a needle to enter Heaven. Don’t wait up …



“Hey Argus! It’s right here in The Bible, ya dum’ dog!”





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With all due apologies if any are due; and I most certainly do.

How else can we define the English word ‘epitome’?

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As in:

The epitome of—

  • scientific curiosity
  • good manners
  • professional courtesy
  • common decency
  • common sense
  • etiquette
  • courtesy
  • scientific detachment
  • objectivity
  • modesty

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wee fellow is desperately afraid. Of what I cannot possibly imagine—he is THE all-singing all-dancing vociferous all-time absolute dictato  expert in his field … but I’ve seen many other scared and desperately frightened men in my time.

Oh … did I mention that he has a stranglehold on access to some very interesting sites of interest—and until taken to task for his ignorance by Graham Hancock had absolutely no idea that a credible rival (Gobekli Tepe) to his feed-bowl even existed?


‘cos he’s the exemplar of what ‘new thinking’ has to contend with. It used to be said of science (I don’t know if it were ever true, though) that ‘anything will be considered until either proven true or defeated’ (my paraphrasing). Note my use of the past tense there, it’s fairly important …


when we were kids and defeat in argument was becoming obvious would put her hands over her ears and shriek “LA LA LA LA LA” until I gave up and wandered off to other fields. I think ol’ Zahi went to the same school …

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“Hey! Argus! I’m GOD, and I have this Oscar to prove it!”



“Don’t believe him, Argus! Anyway, he’s booked in with ME!”





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It’s that simple. Otherwise: when, where, and how would you like your next war? With, of course, its very own ‘holocaust’?


whose team does a lot of research and he freely makes a lot of his stuff freely available on the web for free.


though that in his latest he pays much attention to ‘holocaust’ — a word which in earlier times was used to describe a large destructive fire. If we capitalise the word its meaning then shifts to the destruction and injury of millions of people in Europe during WW2.


and consider that Europe, much the same as the United States of America (and the United Kingdom and other ‘western democracies’) makes a big deal of the concept of ‘Freedom’.

Freedom (as held within another ethereal concept known widely as ‘democracy’) in these contexts maintains claims the inalienable Right Of Free Speech. Wow.

Free speech apparently means the Right of anyone/everyone anywhere within The Jurisdiction to spout anything he likes. Anything, within the ill defined bounds of (I guess) ‘human decency’. Brrrr.


such would be an extremely powerful Right indeed—one possibly worth fighting for, even perhaps dying for.

I like the idea. Not of fighting and dying and stuff—to me that is ‘last ditch’ negotiation—but of being able to say anything one likes so long as it can be defended with facts. Possibly leavened with opinion, but only facts can be justification.

Now to bore you further (if you got this far): I’ve never been challenged when stating this axiom, that



Now consider that in Europe, if you state stuff questioning the Holy Holocaust** you can be done for it by law. One prominent UK writer has done time for doing so and I dare say he will pull his head in in future. (Perhaps he actually believed all that rubbish about ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’? You know, that, and the oft touted garbage about ‘Free Speech?’)

Remember always that just a single (among hundreds of millions) black swan is sufficient to negate the saying that “All swans are white”. So?





And a single instance of someone being locked up for speaking freely is sufficient to destroy the case for ‘Free’ Speech.


Here, kitty kitty kitty ...

“Hey Argus! Cool it! Them’s my agents you’re outing … live and let live, Pal!”


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* Meaning that there is (and can be) no such thing as a contradiction. If you find an apparent contradiction, check out the legs the damned thing is standing on because one of them at least is false. Wrong. Incorrect. Naffed.

** The Holocaust. Capitalised, all-embracing title given to the treatment of Jewish people subject to Naziism.

CYNIC DEPT 2018 #1



“Yes, Pet?”

“That doodah high up on the wall, over there; what is it?”

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Image taken in the upstairs munchery of H & J’s department store in Invercargill,  located high on the wall and visible from most tables.


If your antiquity embarrasses you, don’t answer …


(b) Now What?


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A couple of years back someone in City Hall decided that the ancestral street decorations dragged out every Christmas and left up for months were getting a bit ratty. So despite taxpayer protests they sent a few bods at taxpayer expense—who I imagined were wined and dined lavishly—to China, and after running up a few bills came home with a bunch of lights …

… that didn’t perform. I think it was something to do with safety standards and stuff. But after the rehash, eventually we ended up with these—

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So let me add to their charms—they are electric! Yes, indeedy, they can be illuminated and switched on at night. So?

So way down here in the southernmost city in NZ, and for all I know possibly the southernmost (or next in line) city in the world … it don’t get dark at this time of the year until about eleven o’clock at night (sun sets earlier, true, but we have looong twilights).


(a) welcome to the only city in the world that prides itself on its taxpayer funded (tah daaah~!) invisible decorations. Boom boom! Are we unique, or what? And—

(b) when they are lit up at night to illuminate the festive world—who the hell (other than street-cleaners, stray dogs, and a few die-hard revellers) is ever going to see their glory?

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ol’ God got it right. His star-spangled blue dome and illuminations seem to function well. Here above, have thee a nice superdupermoon taken with my second camera (and Big G’s deco works both as decoration and lamp).


we should send all the councillors off to church. They may listen to the paid vulture (never do to their reluctant gunpoint funders) and you never know, there may be a miracle and they’d start actually thinking …


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… but don’t hold your breath …



and too beautiful to do anything with but admire. But don’t let me provide all the admiration, go have a quickie look for yourself—

“…The truth is all that we have as material possessions in this world are not worth the countless hours spent in line on black Friday waiting to get our hands on. The truth is that we are teaching our children that our possessions have more significance then building memories that will last forever with them. I am sure my wife’s uncle on his death bed was not thinking about the money he had in the bank, … … but his mind was set on the peace he had knowing that he was ready to meet his maker…”

—and see if you can’t guess where I’m coming from. But wait, it gets better than that—

“… So where are we storing treasures up today, is it in heaven or here on earth? I for one would rather store up treasures in heaven…”

—and this is where the writer of the above and I could get together in a genuine ‘win/win’ situation.

If the writer of the above (whom I shall call Fido) and I could get together we might help each other gain Paradise.


(a) he gives me all his Earthly wealth (no holding back beyond bread, water, sackcloth and a few ashes); and

(b) I sign over to him all my own Heavenly treasures, both extant and yet to come; with no recourse to lawyers.

—but I do not think Fido will agree to that. Neither will his pastor, priest, clergyperson or any other form of ministering angel. They’d be against it. But there’s ways and means. I could cut them in for ten percent. (No, let’s not be paltry here—a fifty percent commission. And to protect their immortal earnings, the commission could be adjusted such that here on Earth (where physical wealth is obviously valueless) the commission could be zilch* … to be balanced by a one-hundred percent in Heaven.)



(Go on … with the ping back I know you’re listening …)

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“Eek! It’s Him! —But Sir, you don’t exist!”

“Argus—don’t get all metaphysical and make me come down there! Just—”


Bop the Idiot