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dragons17in someone’s post used the expression “historical guilt” — as if history is something to be ashamed of or feel guilty for.

For myself:

I refuse to accept blame for anything I haven’t done, anything that I

  • have had no input to or control over,
  • nor involvement with;
  • and wasn’t even alive at the time.

SURE, I AM

British. And at times proud of part of my heritage, proud of what other people only vaguely connected with me achieved—proud almost as though I’m entitled to some of their glory; which obviously I’m not … no more than I’m entitled to any part, however minuscule, of their guilt or blame. This may help explain why many modern Germans refuse ‘ancestral blame’ for Adolf Hitler and some of his generation’s misdeeds. Rightly so?

So:

do YOU accept “historical guilt” as applying to you?

IF SO

I’d declare you to be an excellent hypnotic subject (in all probability one who votes in elections)(for someone, anyone; maybe even the perceived best* of a bad bunch … so long as you do your ‘duty’ and vote.) I don’t vote …

I would vote if I saw

(a) any point, and if

(b) there were someone actually worth voting for. Meantime,

I DO NOT ACCEPT

UNEARNED GUILT

—and if you do …

… what the hell are you doing reading me?

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* It too often means the least bad … for myself, IF  I were ever to vote again it would only be for someone I actually wanted. Wanted, that is, on rational grounds—not the one who trumpeted the loudest and/or screeched the most (recycled) promises; or was the least bad of a disgusting two-faced mealy mouthed bunch of confidence tricksters.

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HODGE PODGE

SNAPSHOTS

town & around. First though:  I plan on revamping my tired old blog (again, boom boom~!) soon, so these shots will be the last for a few days.

I’ll empty out the old, as in Tennyson’s “—the old order changeth, yielding place to the new etc etc”—and brevity will be my new punchline (SFX: insert muffled snigger here, please*).

HERE’S YER SHOTS  finger-pointing-down

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If you give up …

… it’s the view through a bullet-hole in a wee sign advising the innocent and unwary that

(a)  the bridge is unsafe,

and

(b)  beyond this point lies a ‘multiple hazard zone’. (I think the holes are the more eloquent warning, myself.)

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This above was a St Johns church—it went out of business recently due to the Laws Of Supply & Demand, and was purchased by the Southern Institute of Technology for repurposing into a vendor of more modern wisdoms. To each his own …

IN THE MEANTIME

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Work proceeds at great pace in the new K-mart building. This is private enterprise having a public erection whilst the City Fathers are congratulating themselves on having ousted so much private enterprise from the so-called Invercargill Central Business District that it stands a very real chance of going extinct in the meantime.

‘Nuff on that, lest I spit spiders. Will it succeed? To my mind … not a ghost of a chance. Not without huge cash injections from the uncomplaining milch cows (Taxpayers) further down the track—but City Hall has insulated itself well from its own follies. Thank heavens for taxpayers, no?

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And here above is a wee once-was-a-cinema that has been repurposed as a church. (It works both ways, no?)

I’d like to be able to claim the ghostly figure strutting his stuff as a spectre but that’s not in the spirit of veracity—it’s actually an innocent hoofing along behind the mad old dog leaning with both paws around a camera pressed against a glass door.

If churches can be repurposed as centres of science, then why not amusement houses (cinemas) likewise, as centres of un-science, hmm? Or city blocks into follies—

DOOMED CBD~!!!

Doomed city block

 

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* Snigger, dammit—not mad guffaws. (And taiho on the hoots too~!)

 

I’M EASY …

And that’s not just my morals.

HERE ‘TIS—

selfie—an elderly new naval problem with a modern twist. The twist this time being … aawww, heck … you figure it out—

“Surface ships engaged in shallow water ASW or merely operating in shallow water will likely find themselves in surprise, close range encounters with non-nuclear submarines and a short range, quick reaction ASW weapon could provide the defense needed to survive the encounter.  The small size and weight of the launcher makes it suitable for any ship and allows it to be added almost anywhere that a small deck penetration for the reloads can be accommodated.

To read from source:  CLICK HERE

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—AND never forget that the more geniuses you apply to any problem the more remarkable your results*

AND WHILE ON THE SUBJECT OF GENIUS—

“Moreover, during the first part of the war, the Japanese tended to set their depth charges too shallow, unaware U.S. submarines could dive below 150 feet (45m). Unfortunately, this deficiency was revealed in a June 1943 press conference held by U.S. Congressman Andrew J. May, and soon enemy depth charges were set to explode as deep as 250 feet (76m). Vice Admiral Charles A. LockwoodCOMSUBPAC, later estimated May’s revelation cost the navy as many as ten submarines and 800 crewmen.[14][15]”

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Yep. Pure genius …

BOOM BOOM

* Can you imagine what a Naval Committee revamped hairbrush might look like (and all the accompanying screeds extolling its virtues) after the routine fifteen year investigation and development?

I’ve just …

scanned through the

HEADLINES

and summary openings of various news articles in the Southland Times. Everything from Islamics running down and killing people on London’s Tower Bridge to Girls being lured to China on false promises.skull & bones

A lot—most~!— of what ends up wrapped around fish-n-chips would have been averted if only …

… if only

  • God/s didn’t rule this benighted planet, and if only
  • people were brought up to think for themselves …

I shan’t go into it again* but if people were given the basic tools of thought at the age when they need ’em most**  there’d be no religious conflicts. In fact, were it but a universal there’d be hardly any conflicts at all …

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BLOODY RATIONAL SWINE! YOU’LL CRACK …

* much …

**  Which would be at any age (early childhood would be my preferred option). No, no, no, silly person—I don’t mean bung ’em full of anti-deist propaganda, I mean teach ’em how to actually  think for themselves.

MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY

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or are the buggers deceiving me? Cast yourne own eyes upon this, mine quotes from a truly biblical Scribe—

“Colorstorm. You’re clueless. It won’t do any good to say why though and especially not here.

“Pastor” Randy. You’re even worse.

We really are in a great apostasy in the church world in this country. Oh what a breathtakingly rude awakening is coming to people like you. 🙁 One or both of us serves a false god.” 

—and may your flabbers be ghasted. Mine aren’t. I know what people can do to people, especially when inspired by the adoration Of God, the greatest power of Peace, Love, Hope, Compassion and mercy the universe will ever know*—

(—so that’s what it’s like, to dribble. Yeuch.)

“Mr Argus!”

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

“Is that the utmost in degrading sarcasm, or have you genuinely been touched by God?”

“Possibly both, Toots. Think about it … I am, like you, like all of us, merely The Lord’s instrument puppet, no?”

—and anyway, all I’m doing is quoting from a genuine “touched”. Go there and vomit for yourself (it’s free~!) (unless you get touched too and sign up … and then there’s no end to the touching up …)

 

Your link:  CLICKETH HEREITH

 

(take a bucket with you if you go. BIG bucket …)

BOOM BOOM

* Bible-person speech. (Am I getting good at it, or wot?)

 

RED RAG

TO A BULL

skull & bonesthis bull.

QUOTING—

“Child rape, as unspeakably horrific as that is, is not even to be compared with the blasphemy and perversion of the being, nature and name of the Creator and King of the universe.

Right there is your problem Gabrielle. You exalt man above God.”

SOURCED:  CLICK HERE

So here we have it in a nutshell … all boils down to values. It’s a question of who values what (the ‘why’ is irrelevant at this stage).

 THE ANSWER

lies in teaching people to think.

To think rationally for themselves rather than unquestioningly accepting what their self-appointed ‘father’ figures tell them—

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—without even for a moment considering the contradictions inherent in the pap they’re fed*.

Reread that Khayyam quote—doesn’t it scream at you that the ‘omniscience’ of God makes a mockery of any concept of ‘Free Will’?

And that some folks are entirely devoid of mercy and compassion, or even basic morality as understood by the dumbest brutes swinging through trees?

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“Me man, me use tools. You dumb nut—crack, damn you!”

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* Doorknobs don’t ask questions either. Neither do thrips. Nor things washed up on the beach that go SQUELCH when you step on them—so all could qualify as devout religiosi.

YE GODS

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KIWI

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Various ‘new-age’ phrases spring readily to mind—

  • morally bankrupt
  • desperately greedy
  • money-grubbing
  • parasitical
  • opportunist
  • wannaba Nazi
  • ‘insect authority’
  • gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
  • etc etc (ad infinitem)
  • quite mindless, too …

       ?

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Your quote:

An Arrowtown man who received a $200 freedom camping fine after sleeping in his vehicle in central Queenstown overnight …

After going drinking with friends  … found himself alone and “over the limit” about 4am … Aware he was in no state to drive, he went to sleep in his ute  …

Sourced:  CLICK HERE

SO I HAD A THOUGHT:

instead of spending untold millions on advertising the warmth and charm of New Zealand to people overseas—and then having to suffer their damned intrusive presence when they do come — why not we install a machine that grabs ’em by the ankles, flips ’em over and shakes the money out of them at the airport before firing them back to wherever they stemmed from? A machine that does locals too?

So:  is it really worse when we do it to our own?

(And why might that be? I leave it to you to figure out—don’t ask me, I’m too busy running with an idea that involves visitors, ankles, and money bags.)

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Welcome, Friend~!

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