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Just had a call from my sister advising that there’s yet another spam-scam doing the rounds. This time with a service provider that I deal with. Been there, done that—nice, but whereas the advice usually given is to hang up on the buggers I like to draw them out, drag them in, and keep them chatting for as long as inhumanly possible—in the first place it’s fun for me; in the second it’s saving some possibly more naive person from scam-attack … and most importantly, the bastard in India (going by the accent) eventually gets more and more annoyed as it gradually begins to dawn that he is being … scammed. (I love being hung up on by an indignant spammer innocently going about his task.)

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In the meantime, here’s a totally unrelated link that reminds Spouse and moiself of various Midsomer Murder movies we’ve seen: — and for me, of chilling things I too have done in the past … brrrrr~!

https://www.stuff.co.nz/entertainment/stage-and-theatre/113739704/ghost-busting-for-laughs-at-the-wellington-fever-hospital

ENJOY~!

Death chattering

 

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BOW WOW?

No … BOW FUN

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Moving on  finger-pointing-down

Concerning moi, I am left-eyed.

Yup~! Mine left eye is my dominant eye.

So?

So: the few times in my life that I’ve been privileged to try my hand with bows and arrows I’d done it wrong.

And well may the patient experts try to correct me, it is, as we say, like spitting in the wind—

Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, Mock on, ’tis all in vain.
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again   …

—which don’t get no-one nowhere. I is me, and even though the mind commands the physicals it just doesn’t feel right … and so I ‘olds me bow in the wrong ‘and, Guv, and that’s the end of it (snort).

Whatever.

Mine arrows go where they want to, dammit.  In fact, when I’m shooting the safest place (the only safe place, actually) is right in front of the target with an apple on your head.

So?

So why should I have such a strong instinct for holding a bow? Is this some kind of legacy transmitted to me in someone else’s future, could it be a lingerment via karma from my own pre-birth past? Born again, to again lose the shafts I loose if there’s any long grass around?

I pulled in a u-tube vid with this shot in it—

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—and noted that every bugger there is holding his bow wrong.

Wrong, according to The Gospel Of Argus— but there ya go. So why, really, should I have this instinctual urge to do it “incorrectly”, hmmmm? (Unless it is something to do with being left-eyed—which never, however, affected my riflemanship).

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A bit of a toughie …

Anyway, the image above burgled from—

—here. (And you’ll never guess what attracted me in the first place …)

CLUE:  sure wasn’t the scruffy Samurai bowmen~!

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GOLF, CLUBS, NUTS & NUDISTS—

—REJOICE—

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All is not lost—as one door closes, another opens. No?

THE INVERCARGILL GOLF

course has shut.

So too has the one at Ohai, now reverted to farmland. But Ohai is a nowhere on the edge of nonexistence so who gives a big rat’s anyway? Certainly not the average punter, just the ones who enjoy bashing their balls around fields. (As a lad I caddied for my Dad. I quickly learnt the words and a concomitant intense dislike of golf. )

SO IN THIS AGE OF RECYCLING

why waste a golfing course now slightly past its ‘use-by’ date?

THE INVERCARGILL ASTRONOMERS

have put in a sort of bid. They like the idea of a light-pollution-free(ish) zone, and good luck to them. I like it too, not for peering at stars and such stuff but for shooting them (stars and such stuff).  With a camera—much more fun than trudging around cold and wet with a cold and wet bag of cold and wet clubs. But for real fun: already a lovely mature woodland in Queens Park in town has been savaged to put in a ‘frisby-golf’ course. Maniacs with tractors and mowers and chainsaws and tree-eating machines have reduced the woodlands to savannah and there seems to be no stopping them now …

However, I do like some of the other suggestions put forward—

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—and await with cheerful anticipation the outcome (but in the current PC climate I don’t hold out any hope at all for the Rifle Club guys and their bid …)

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I LIKE SHOOTING

TOO.

pc, notAnd I dislike Islam a wee bit—but there’s nothing new in that, my ancestors were probably part of some of the forces that stopped the invading Islamic hordes storming into Europe a few generations back.

God (who knows His own) could doubtlessly tell us how many have died in His holy name, for and against one of His franchises or another. Religion (regardless of whatever name you give it) is all about Wealth and Power—nothing else. A religion is simply a tool used to separate the innocent-but-dim from their money.

THINK ABOUT IT

Religion is when you claim to have something and you sell it to people when actually you ain’t got nothin’ — which means simply that you are reaping a perpetual field of its suckers.

BUT FOLKS FEEL STRONGLY

about their own religion (their own brand, the franchise they buy from).

RELIGION IS, IN FACT

the ideal business.

With real products you can’t sell it until you have it. With a God, you ain’t got it and you sell it sight unseen to folks who can’t carry it away but somehow take it home with them.

Religion is a product you can never run out of—in fact, once up and running your coffers keep filling themselves—and you can make any (r) ANY claim for your god, gods, God, godlings and saints and cherubs and angels and prophets and miraculous holy turnips you wish … nobody can ever (r) EVER call you on them.

SO IN KIWILAND 

yesterday a man was arrested for (I think) disturbing the peace, and we still don’t know a great deal about his motivations. Damn, typical, no-one tells us nothing … but as I said before, God knows His own and the 49 people the noisy guy killed will by now doubtlessly be safe in the arms of Jesu—

(oops)

—arms of Allah and His angels. May peace be upon Him (Allah) and His House etc etc, and may He one day be feeling beneficent enough to send some of His peace to a noisy world — the world He created, knowing full well back then what a lone kiwi nutcase would be doing yesterday.

IT PAINS ME TO HAVE TO SAY IT

You cannot have an omniscient omnipotent without said Being being omni responsible.

And please, don’t nobody try throwing that ‘Free Will’ thing at me. To do so would be to admit that either—

(a)  you have absolutely no idea, or

(b)  you haven’t actually given it any thought, so

(c)  refer (a) above and this time read it.

I ADMIT THAT

I would truly love to know what was in that lone-gunman’s mind. Perhaps we could make a deal with him: we give him a weapon of his choice, all the ammo he can eat, and insert him into Afghanistan … and he stays there.

Instead they’ll probably give him a lecture and confiscate one of his guns …

 

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The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away …

 

 

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REMEMBER,

YOU SAW IT HERE

FIRST—

 

selfie“Is it fair in the current rugby environment for the All Blacks to keep their opposition waiting, where the difference between winning and losing can come down to smallest of margins and where losses can lead to the end of coaching and test playing careers?

Former Irish star Tony Ward quite rightly points out the haka is a psychological weapon, but it also gives the ABs an advantage as they are essentially warming up by doing it…”

—but does anyone ever listen?

To read from source:  CLICK THIS INTO TOUCH

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Do I look worried~? (… pass … … zzzznore gzzzawp …)

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SOME RUGBY OBSERVATIONS

concerning

THE HAKA

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Think about it—both sides do their warm up and gallop out onto the field, ready for battle.

Then wot?

THEN YOUR FRIENDLY LOCAL

team has to stand politely cooling down while the Good Guys (yay!) continue warming up … by cranking themselves to a primeval pitch as their ‘Haka’ releases something atavistic in its performers.

I WROTE 

to the ‘Lions’ (UK rugby team) but no reply—I don’t think my suggestion of the Lions turning their backs and chatting (while sitting out the haka) then performing a spirited Morris Dance was at all well received—but as poofy as a Morris Dance may appear to outsiders, properly done it can be

(a) invigorating

(b) well warming, and

(c) quite intimidating.

And should the Haka be done first then the All Blacks will be the ones cooling down whilst the Lions/Wotevers are getting nicely warmed up. Sauce for the goose?

Here below, from the web, another guy’s answer, c/w original caption—

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Regardez les All Blacks avec l’oeil féroce d’un homme des cavernes.

His entry for Australia needs no explanation. (I believe he just may be a New Zealander?)

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I still think that if the teams were given one of those leather egg things each they wouldn’t need to squabble like petulant pups but that’s economics for you—balls don’t come cheap.

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NOSTALGIC

pcFOR FORGOTTEN

values, dreams, motivators … notions? Aaah, as Khayyam says ‘take the cash in hand, and waive the rest … oh, the brave music of a distant drum!’

Fret not, cast yer eyes over this, then—

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—look upon my works, ye mighty, and weep ...

So?

So I have a suggestion intended to appeal to the blessed Snowflakes, Socialists, Communists and sporting among us.

How about—

  • it be guaranteed (by respected audit) that NO state monies of any kind be used in funding any entries in the America’s Cup
  • that three (3) identical-in-every-respect duplicates of the original winner (that gave its name to the race) be made
  • that otherwise it be ‘bunfight as normal’ in eliminations until the final two teams are ready to slug it out
  • and when they do: they each use one of the replicas; their replica for the day being chosen by toss of a coin for each day …

So?

So this would ensure that it’s seamanship (think: ability) against seamanship; not a case of “our financiers can beat your bankers” and/or “our eggheads can beat your eggheads”.

  • Otherwise the sailors on the water remain no more than pawns the bankers etc use to pursue their own glories; and
  • otherwise the breaking of records is quite meaningless: can a state-of-the-art modern jet fighter not out speed an FE2?

(So what if the ‘record’ time over the distance is ‘beaten’?)

 

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