TALES WAG DOGS

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The older this dog gets the more he sees shadows, much as in the oriental form of puppetry where puppeteers are dressed to be unnoticed whilst working their lifeless large puppets by hand, manipulating limbs and torsos with ease — so that in just moments the spectator ‘sees’ only the moving dummy and not the manipulator.

Dummies can be made to do things that no rational being would consider.

TO NOT DIGRESS

The great tool of control is language. Language is both medium and method for communication of ideas—which may explain why some of the greatest dictators were highly skilled orators. You can call their art hypnosis and you wouldn’t be far wrong (which leads us to hee hoo time again)—

“Hee hoo controls the language,

controls the people using it”

—and there you have this post in a nutshell. But consider: could any of it apply to you?

It certainly applies here in Godzone*

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*God’s Own Country“, New Zealand.

C.O.W. DEPT:

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“Most people believe sin began in the Garden of Eden, but it didn’t.  Sin began when God’s top angel Lucifer, decided to flex his power, and wanted to become equal to God…Isaiah 14:12-14…”

Quoted from what certainly appears to be a very devout and devoted Christian’s blog.

So before anyone might even think about the statement above, please grant me liberty to post the refresher below—

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—and I wouldn’t dream of suggesting that there might be apparent contradictions inherent on/in D&DC’s blog* . (And now with due apologies I’m off to consult an expert—don’t wait up …)

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* No, not mine, silly person … his, the religious guy’s.

CURRENTLY READING

(among other things)

“THE GOD DELUSION”

by

Richard Dawkins

 

And enjoying it. Understated, which probably partly explains why he’s successful and I’m not—he’s gentle and easy with his facts (I tend to use ’em as bludgeons).

devil-2 BOPAlso he speaks nicely without insulting his readers. I tend to call a spade a spade and where I find a duped boofwit lacking the basic nous to challenge outrageous propositions … he remains gentle.

My sister (a practising Spiritualist medium) (yep~!) gently tells me that “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar” (it’s true, too; she does)(but I don’t think she’s familiar with some of the other usages of the term ‘honey pot’).

Anyway, back to The Dawk. I’m about a third of the way through and am decided on getting my own copy; ol’ Dawkins is easy to read and certainly comes across a both a thinker and well read researcher.

Given half a chance I recommend his work—

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—to anyone interested in blowing away unreality (by which I mean interested in facing the universe as it really is).

ye Gods

“Argus—!”

(Eeeek!)  “Er … yes, Mr God, Sir?”

“I’ve read that book myself, Dog. It’s good! About fourteen thousand million years ago, before I got ’round to creating The Creation and all who sail in her. Things were bloody boring back then—”

“Are you putting in a plug for a book denying your own good Self, Sir?”

“Hah! Truth will out, Dog …”

 

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PARANOIA RULES

AND YOU KNOW IT

when you look out of a window and see this

arrow down red smartish copy

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—which sadly I can’t give a credit ‘cos I forgot to note the source. But is it paranoia, really? Fact, or fiction? (Definitely the stuff of nightmar  nausea.)

I mean—

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Frankly, any day I’d very much prefer a mural like this wee cutie:

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—whose cheery smile brightens downtown Invercargill (and she doesn’t rave on, always bleating her religion).

I say ‘religion’ because that’s entirely what this whole  ‘Anthropogenic Global Warming’ scare now is. So look afresh at the topic then please feel challenged (or irked?) enough to argue. I await your condemnation (as vociferous as you like but please no naughty words); so

let loose the dogs of war

—and Devil take the hindmost. (Be warned, before your cute doggies reach my throat they’ll have to get past my little pup below)

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OK, THEN—

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“climate change global warming heat death” geniuses exactly what you want. Here it is:

YOU now have

total control

 

Yes, Miss Thunberg, you now have the con. You shriek and we’ll all jump to your bidding. You, Ma’am, now have Absolute Power over all the means of production and distribution, everywhere.

You may delegate authority as you wish, and to whomsoever you wish.

NOW, PLEASE TELL ME

what you want me to do. I shall do it without reservation:

GO GET ‘EM, TIGER!

I (we) await with bated breath the outcome—command us and prepare us to maintain your Saviour changes. So:

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WHAT THE HELL SHOULD WE DO FIRST?

 

The clock is ticking … Jump to it, Miss Thunberg!

In the meantime I’ll keep plodding—

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—while you snap to it (you do actually have a plan?*)

Perhaps—

  • ground aircraft everywhere for a start

Good one.

But shipping uses fossils too, so we’ll

  • park all the ships in the nearest port and remove the keys.

Motor vehicles (MVs)? That’s easy—

  • only Thunberg-approved MVs may move (displaying the licence).

Coal?

  • Effective immediately, anything coal = shut down

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(This is easy! I missed my calling, I should have been a Greenie)

And of course we’ll promptly close all the steel mills and aluminium smelters and oil wells, just for starters.

Nuclears may stay on only until we can decommission them properly (no point in saving us from soot if atoms get loose) …

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* Hold me tight …

CALL IT FICTION—

Death chattering—and try to sell it?

Hah! You’d be gibbered right out of the office.

BUT

here in Godzone it is established fact.

Make of it what we will—

One week after the accident Rogers and another staff member met with Auto Transform – the company contracted to do the modification work –  to discuss compensation.

Rogers said the response he received from general manager Daniel Stanners left him speechless.

“He looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘we’re not going to help you out’.

“They said it was God’s will … you’re lucky to be alive.”

—emphatics mine. To read from source: CLICK HERE

But wait, it gets better—

“Stanners declined to comment but wrote in an email: “I also Caution [sic] you against making any defamatory remarks against Auto Transform Ltd or using the Auto Transform name in anything that is made public in any form without approval!”

Just additional proof that if God wants you badly hurt you WILL be, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do about it; it’s fate, destiny, will-of-the-Lord and all that. So no good blaming anybody.

(QUERY: has that nice Mr Stanners dude been reading my earlier posts, about how God’s omniscience renders Human Free Will an illusion?)

Death chattering

I like him!

Kismet

I’VE NO IDEA

HOW OLD

THIS DUDE IS … and it doesn’t matter a damn.

But, what I would really like to see would be this guy and Miss Greta Thunderbutt sitting at opposite ends of a small table with

  • a microphone each,
  • no (R) NO supporters at all, and
  • allowed to just go for it. 

Free and open discussion of the whole Climate Emergency thing:

—first to make the other cry wins. But predictably it can never happen. Never would happen, never will happen, and there’s absolutely zero percent possibility that it might ever happen … not even in the Alarmist’s alternate universe.

Your question, if you made it this far:

Q:  why is that?

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Don’t ask me … nothing in my programming about it~!”

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