and their unholy ilk are so successful. No need to go into any depth with psychological studies, just watch this brief (1 min 48 secs) video and—
—then do your own* analysis. No? And there’s ooooodles more such on the Tube. Go gettum, Tiger!
(Wow! Is that ever my shortest blog post! Is the ol’ dog getting better, or what?)
“Argus—ever noticed how you and other debunkers say much the same things?”
* It means: think. For yourself. As a unique individual.
for being a believer (?) in Conspiracy Theorism, I have little to offer in my own defence beyond:
(a) not just one Conspiracy, but myriad, and
(b) don’t just take my word for it. Go look …
BELOW WE HAVE A DEMONSTRATION
of the open mind of the Establishment, represented by one Dr Zahi Hawass (the noisy rambunctious failed wannabe a bully one*); and below that an image of a naive person who simply presented her facts, refused to retune them to suit the reigning party-line, and consequently lost her everything. Kudos to her integrity, but her common sense is a bit suss …
I think our Zahi was a little out of his depth.
I imagine that if he was first of the litter as a child his younger siblings had a very hard time of it …
Her case was an interesting one, well worth the Googling (if you don’t spit on naive twits who lack the CDF to set their sails to the prevailing wind).
Those who claw scratch bite worm and work their way to the top of the heap control the flow of information, and anything that might threaten their power is ruthlessly declared anathema (and squelched to the fullest).
THIS TIME— any takers?
* Sadly for him, a wee bit out of his depth in this company.
oh no, not again~!
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.”
to read more: CLICK HERE
—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?
“Argus! Cool it! You’re making my head hurt!”
“Here, Little Fact! C’mon wee fellow—don’t be shy …”
your quote (below), should you decide to accept it, is from the book “Exploration Fawcett”.
Advice: don’t go there—
—it could be a wee bit of a mind-changing experience. (The orangey thing is one my markers. My books mostly tend to end up looking like multi-coloured hedgehogs).
AND DON’T FRET,
ol’ Percy Fawcett is dead now. Who can trust the words of a dead guy, huh?
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
(Oh no …)
“Yes, Little Virginia?”
“Sir — The Holy Bible and the Holy Koran are full of the words of dead men …”
“I rest my case, Cutie. Now be a good girl and go play with the passing buses in the street—I’m sure you’ll come to no harm with God on watch.”
“Argus! You absolute ratbag! I’ll get you for that …”
—and the beat goes on, the beat goes oooooonnnnnnnn …
a man you’ve never met, and can understand only a tiny portion of a minute fraction of Foxtrot-Alpha of what he says?
Said … he now knows the answers to all questions—his every theory has, for him, become fact. Be that as it may, here’s a wee snippet—
Some of his most outspoken comments offended the religious. In his 2010 book, Grand Design, he declared that God was not needed to set the universe going, and in an interview with the Guardian a year later, dismissed the comforts of religious belief
“I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark,” he said.
He spoke also of death, an eventuality that sat on a more distant horizon than doctors thought. “I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years. I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first,” he said.
To read from source: CLICK HERE
Then join me in mourning the passing of one of our modern era’s great achievers—a man I’ve never met, never would have, never could have.
And yet …
is he still a figure 0f “WHAAAAT? — Shock, gasp, horrors, dismay!!”?
Ladies and Gentlemen,
and the rest of you oafs—I give you now my prompt (as in cue, or clue, or trigger—not as in immediate).
Read it if you dare, and bitterly regret all those missed omelettes. Miss an omelette even once and you’ve lost it for ever (but let’s not get lost in philosophising here; I’m sure God knew what S/He was doing when It set the ball rolling—
—all those years ago.) To see what I’m (rather indignantly, I might add, on your behalf, not mine) raving about this time just click the eggie pic above. If all goes well you will be delivered unto The New Zealand Herald. But be assured that the ol’ dog has had two eggs (yes, two! Eeeeeeek!) eggs for breakfast every morning for decades. Fried, and served hot on cheese on toast.
that my recipe (sans frills) is more or less a croque mitaine of French faim (sort of)—
“Monsieur Argus, Sir?”
“Good heavens … it’s Little Virginie! Virginia’s
fro French cousine!”
“Sir … don’t you mean une c. Madame? A croque mitaine is a sort of bugbear used to frighten les little enfants into being bon!”
(Bugger! It must run in their family …)
“HEY! Vous! Monsieur Argus!”
(Oh no …)
“Vous avez something against croque mitaines?”
Nothing at all against CMs … but a lot against people who believe everything they’re told. As a ‘live, and let live’ kinda oaf myself I’ve enjoyed many raised eyebrows over the past decades for what I choose to eat (and actually buried a few health-nuts).
C’est la vie …
LOVE THIS GUY~!
With all due apologies if any are due; and I most certainly do.
How else can we define the English word ‘epitome’?
The epitome of—
- scientific curiosity
- good manners
- professional courtesy
- common decency
- common sense
- scientific detachment
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?
I LOVE THE GUY
‘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 …
“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!”