TOMORROW

WARNING

skull & bonesYOU HAVE TO BE

IN THE MOOD

for these toobes:

One of the most powerful observations on the human condition ever put into words (Willie Spokeshave) and spoken by experts to make a trap for observers of said condition:

Didn’t like it?

Bugger … try again—

—and if English accents make the words incomprehensible to some, here they are for you to read … (actually, I’ve just removed ’em). (Hard luck …)

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MY RECENT COMMENT

ON A BLOG

I reproduce in full herewith, below:  finger-pointing-down

JUDY—

“Get ’em young enough and they’re yours for life” … to quote a certain Christian school (Jesuits~!) justifiably famed for its scholarship, education, learning (and ability—brrrr).

It’s true, too. They do, too … Which is why all the mental masturbation in the world that is our discussing and dissing ‘religion(s)’ just ain’t gonna cut it.

If you wanna cut it, then cut to the chase … teach the young how to think. How to think, rationally, for themselves—which paradoxically could mean teach them religion.

But not just one religion (whichever ‘one-true-religion’ that one is) … give them an unbiassed smattering of them all. Okay, one lifetime wouldn’t be long enough so just give them an academic appreciation of the contradictions in the many conflicting claims. (‘Uniqueness’ would be the ideal staring point.)

Otherwise, let’s just keep on giving ourselves and each other the warm fuzzies by rehashing the same-old same-old. And getting nowhere …

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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.

DWELL A PAUSE,

skull & bonesBAT THE BREEZE,

and jog down memory lane.

255px-EleanorJourdain2.jpgOr not—I’ve just watched yet another UT video on ‘timeslip’ experiences. If you read me you’ll know that I am very against the possibility of physical ‘Time Travel’. It’s both a logical/rational absurdity and an impossible (wishful) dream, even if we leave out the popular clichés*.

BUT— wotif it’s not you (per se) that goes back, but some manner of perception? (Which for obvious reasons would have to be intangible—ergo, consciousness?)

THERE ARE SCHOOLS

of thinking that have pondered these ponders and come up with all kinds of notions to address the issues and fill in the gaps. But in brief, if wotever you send back in time is tangible it has no option but to distort (dammit: rewrite) history.

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with endless repetitions of a circular history in which we are on a carousel forever—sure, you can die, but how many times have you done that already? Will you ever stop yourself endlessly doing it? How? (Can’t be done. Anything you do now may seem novel to you but you’ve been there endless times before and are doomed by the fact to do it all again …). Brrr.

Hey! Don’t growl at me, not my idea—I first came across it in some writings (and then it kept popping up all over—Jung would be delighted with the synchronicities).

SPEAKING OF WHOM

I happened across this on the Toobe—

—to get to ol’ Carl you’ll have to sit through the clichéd Sir Victor Goddard bit and other stuff but it’s all good clean fun.

So while we’re here, why not pig out and have a good wallow—

CLICK HERE

—but I don’t recommend following it up any further. It opens up a whole new

can o' worms

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* Such as the endless ‘Wotif’ clichés’:  

Wotif you went back in time and accidentally killed your grandfather before he sired your mother? Obviously you then wouldn’t be born, so you couldn’t go back in time and kill him, so he is now free to sire everybody thus unknowingly ensuring his own doom/not doom   doom/not  doom … etc ad infinitem (have fun!).

And now ponder the significance of this wee column—

2

4

8

16

32

64

128

256

512

1024

2028

etc etc

(after which the increases are big leaps and giant bounds; such that in no time you have many millions of direct ancestors … lucky you **

** So if you do go back any distance be very careful never to harm anyone at all … for your own sake. Brrrr.

And bearing that in mind, be careful never to create any changes … don’t even slap a skeeter or kick a rat, or intervene to prevent the birth of one Adolf Schicklgruber. For that matter, don’t even breathe …

BELIEF

is the

DRIVER

skull & bonesDiscussion over at the Ark’s blog: private gun ownership, laws pertaining, and firearms control.

I COME FROM A

different world. One that only sometimes laments a kook getting loose with weaponry and an overdose of ‘stupid’ hormone (with  enthusiasm to match).

THE MOST RECENT

casualty count here was some fifty worshippers killed in mosques in our earthquake-prone wee town of Christchurch. Apparently some Australian guy couldn’t do it at home so he popped over here to us, purchased the appropriate toys—and indulged his wildest dreams. Not good.

SO THE OBVIOUS QUESTIONS

have to be

  • why? and
  • how so?

Let’s leave out the ‘how’ for now. It doesn’t need answering. But the ‘why’ is interesting:

GIVEN THAT

it was all yesterday’s news (and we’ve heard nothing much since) I can only guess at his motives. One might assume that he didn’t like Islamics, and by taking arms against a sea of Moslems was attempting to end them.

Then again perhaps he was just getting his jollies … you know, “boy’s toys” … his Mum should have taught him better manners, no?

Yes, she damn’ well should have.

So I’m setting up a simple straw-man here? I don’t think so … I’m striving for the Root Causes (and they ain’t simple).

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FIRST QUERY

which I imagine his keepers are now working on:

  • was he (is he) insane?

If he’s found to be insane I imagine he’ll be locked away in a secure facility somewhere (for at least a few token weeks before being paroled). For myself I’d venture that any tourist running around in New Zealand popping off the locals is insane. A bit …

If he’s insane the easiest answer now would be to pop him off  (oops) lock him away for ever  a while. People soon forget; especially when the duck shooting season opens tomorrow—first Saturday in May (Boom boom!).

BUT THIS IS NOT

floating some possible answers to the hand-wringing questions, particularly the old perpetual favourite

“How can we stop this ever happening again?”

especially when spoilt brats with guns keep popping up finger-pointing-down

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—in the most wannabe peaceful places.

(400 words already so I’ll continue tomorrow, with some of my utterly ridiculous suggestions.)

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Boom boom and pass the percolator …

 

SURE, I’M A BLOODY CRANK

giphybut a harmless bloody crank. Unlike most; especially those who converse with Gods.

Moving on:

I BELIEVE

more with every passing day that we are fed merely an emotive papful of the Human Story: by science, by academia, and even by some cranks.

So for any observer the starting point has to be Objective Thinking. Of his own. 

IT’S HEE HOO

time again:

Hee hoo won’t learn from history has got to do it all again, over and over, and over again … until he gets the hang of it—proper.

No?

(Hey, don’t growl at me—I’m just quoting (badly) one of the greats of philosophy.)

I BELIEVE

without ever being able to prove it …

(a) that the nutters are right when they state that civilisation existed pre the ice-age/s but was blown away by cosmic events that reset our clocks; and

(b) that we are entering a paradigm shift—thanks to cranks who ignore the blasted books and do their own thinking; and

(c) Eventually academia/ science/ experts and stuff will drop the outmoded ball they are desperately holding (and upon which their prestige and income depends) to become experts in the incoming mainstream.

Hey!

Before you bite my head off — what were YOU taught in school, about the building of the pyramids?

Was it anything like “thousands of slaves, whips, and oodles of log rollers”, hmmm?

But I still don’t believe that “The aliens did it!”. Aliens, schmaliens … WE dunnit … but I’d love to know how, with what, by whom*, and when.

In some of my earlier posts I stated that I believe the Giza Pyramids were thrown together as piles of (literally) crude rubble, topped off with vastly superior casings—

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—so (obviously?) the function was served by the skin of the edifice, its bulk, and possibly its hollow bits (shafts, chambers) etc etc while the junky rubble was merely to assist that end. (Perhaps as some suggest the functions were also served by positioning, permanence, and alignments. )

However, I do not (repeat) cannot go along with the idea of the GP of E as a tomb. No, no, no no no no no no no no … but for my reasons you’ll have to look at the subject yourself, objectively.

Or not …

* Yeah. But by whom? And how—it sure wasn’t done by log-roller technology and copper saws casually slicing through endless granite …

CHALLENGED

in one of those silly

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‘creative thinking’ yada yada yada (and “it’s a bandwagon I’m milking for all it’s worth“) professional events I was required to attend  once … we were asked to come up with a ‘dog-exercising machine’.

I forget how many were in the class—quite small—but if there were (say) twenty, then at least sixteen came up with a treadmill of some kind using a juicy bone hanging from the ceiling just out of reach. Human ingenuity at it’s best, I love it!

MY OWN PATHETIC

offering was also a treadmill (duhhhh!). A large outer cylinder surrounding a smaller inner cylinder. High enough for its purposes, with a small door at the bottom of the outer ‘wall’. (With me, so far?)

METHOD

The whole damned gap twixt the two is filled with nice comfortably temperatured water (hah! You’ve twigging already, no~?) and there is an adjustable flow-rate valve at the bottom, through which the construction drains. So—

  • fill with nice warm water
  • pop doggy in at the top
  • let the beastie go
  • ensure that he’s swimming happily (or not, but swimming)
  • set flow rate to drain in a decent period
  • watch, or check often enough to ensure safety

and when pooch is exercised to your satisfaction (period set) he will have drained to the bottom—door will release and your well exercised mutt will bound out refreshed.

NOBODY LIKED IT

and the air was rife with squawks. Kismet …

ANYWAY

I was reminded by this news article in the Southland Times (online), make of it what we will—

ST article:  CLICK HERE

—and I’d say without a doubt (if he wasn’t a ‘smuggled aboard’ illicit pet that had fallen afoul of the local rig hazardry) …

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that was one well exercised wee doggy~!

 

As for me …

Moi

I’ll carry on in my own sweet way~

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