Aye have just finished watching a sceptical u-toobe vid after a non-sceptical “I was employed doing it~!” vid. (So my own stance hasn’t been shifted towards either pole.)

Here, a nice saint—

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—if you don’t see the lady in this imagery, here’s our same saint but not wearing her bun:

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—and as may be expected the of the nice (energetic, wow) Mr Shermer he even gives us the two side-by-side—

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And better, he explained about people seeing saints in buns. (Hell, I remember when everyone was seeing Elvises …)

Shermer was quite a contrast to the guy I’d watched earlier, one Russell Targ who put forward his entertaining (but probably not easily verifiable) anecdotes about “Remote Viewing for the US government” (is that spooky or what?)*.

That’s him  finger down   (32 minutes worth)

Intriguingly I can’t dismiss either. Shermer offers an excellent case and I’m with him completely.


it’s hard to debunk your own self when you yourself have done things above and beyond the call of coincidence; and trust me (I hate it when they say that) I’ve applied all the tests. And invented a few … so I have foot in each boat. My decision? I’d rather get wet than commit to either.


explain my (limited) experiences of telepathy and precognition? A toughie with a very simple answer:

I can’t.

There, don’t you feel a bit let down? But I can pass along the advice I received many years ago: don’t try. Just do it, or not do it

Oops, nearly forgot, here’s the vibrant Mt Shermer—

—all of 14 minutes worth, make of him what you will. Actually I enjoyed both of those guys …

BOOM BOOM!* Yes, pun intentional. I love them.


FOR JZ, and

for ARK

I offer this—       finger down

—and my very most absolute favouritest Shakespeare quote:

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy…”


So make of it what we may—

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But I shan’t offer it to the devout of the One True Religion, of course*. (Those guys already have all the answers.)


* whichever it is. (Take your pick, there’s zillions of them.)



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As impossible as they would be—as they indeed are—I still love (nay, Sir/Madam … adore) ‘timeslip’ stories. But if—

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

Oh. Bugger—

“Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Impossible, Sir?”

“Totally, Toots. But I shan’t explain. I’ll leave it for you to work out. But, there is one possible although not very probable wee loophole—”

“Ooooh! Yes, pleeeease—”

“—and it’s very much an outrunner … if there ever actually is a time slipper, it would be your consciousness only. Not your physical you qua you, regardless of what all the other nice slippers/slippees may claim.”

Anyway, here’s just one of oodles finger down  (and be advised that complete with all the holes in the narratives—I love ’em!)—





boring boring boring …


is arguing ‘religion’ with the saved. They are dead, and as it says in the Bible: “Let the dead bury their dead…” Brilliant!

I posted this comment finger down  (below) on a fellow blogger’s blog recently, and the seeds falling on un-stoney ground thought I’d share my brilliance with all my reader*.

Comme ca—

Same old, same old … if you want Reality in this life, try a new approach—give away the mental masturbation that is arguing with diehard religiosi (of any ilk) and instead go to the roots. Do what they do, but do it with Reality on your side—


(a) get hold of the young, and
(b) inculcate them with one simple tool

that will serve them forever. Read on, for tool.

That tool is simply the Law of Contradiction.
Nothing more, nothing less.

The LOC states simply (I beg rebuttals!)—

IF you find an apparent contradiction,
look to the premises—
—one of them at least is false

Think about it … a loving God and a plague? An all-powerful compassionate God and Satan? A merciful God and napalm? The love of the Omnipotent and the Holy Inquisition?

You can have a field day with the one … get the young thinking.
Give them the tools to think with~!

—but in as much as masturbation doesn’t produce offspring, I guess folks will stick with the shadow rather than the substance. Yes, it is more fun and I guess you can’t contract el gravo diseaso that way … but if you want fruit you have to plant, no?


It means:

(a) for themselves. So

(b) give ’em the tools …

(c) … then get out of their way.

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* Both of you …







That such behaviour should even exist …

… in a ‘civilised’ (it means one that worships Jesus)(or elderly paedophile sadist warmonger BS artists) nation.


YOUR QUOTE (brrrrrrr~!)

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Ye gods … I wouldn’t like that guy furious with me, brrrrr. No wonder his clientel flock stays in line. Quoting further—

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I could analyse and rebut that lot but I shan’t. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof (or wotever); so let’s move along—

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at this point I am a wee bit confused and unsure whose side I’m on. If it’s the side of guys who want freedom of access of literature to poor ol’ hospital patients, I’m all for it. Provided that no literature is censored out of such access (even Islamic cra (oops) violent & vicious propaganda).


propagandic literature is to be allowed, all must be, no?

How else can thinking people make informed decisions for themselves? So I would suggest—


—that anyone wishing to dump their unrequested recruiting propaganda on the tired, weary, oppressed huddled masses in bed yearning to breathe free be allowed to do so provided only that—

(a) the victims are spared the concomitant lectures, and

(b) all weapons be left with security before entry, and

(c) they have absolute freedom of choice.


from the same source—

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—to which this tired old dog can only add a jubilant

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oops …  finger down

Big G, bigger


“Yes, your Godliness?”

“Well said, Dog. There’s a bone for you at my table.”

wag wag wag wag

(a thought, will the good Rev Robertson be there too?)

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“Will so!”                     “Bloody well won’t!”



devil-29973__340 copysayeth the American (where else?) televangelist “I needed a fourth jet.”

I’d give you the source of the news article that jangled the cash in my pockets but it’s a print article in a recent NZ newspaper. Don’t fret, just google the headline as it appeared—

“The Lord told me I needed a fourth jet, televangelist insists”

—and you too may find enlightenment. But wait, read now and it gets even better (just be careful what you read about)—


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—and it gets even better when the nice, honest, sincere, God-fearing man further explai  justifies himself—

“Now people say . . . can’t you go with this one?” he said, pointing to a picture of the plane he uses. “Yes, but I can’t go it one-stop. And if I can do it one stop, I can fly it for a lot cheaper, because I have my own fuel farm. And that’s what’s been a blessing of the Lord.”

—don’t ask me. I have no idea what a ‘fuel farm’ is (but I guarantee they don’t come cheap*).

Bugbear big

“Hey, you! Yeah you, Bub! Yer name Argus?”

Oops …

Brrr. Moving on, perhaps you, too, could ask The Lord for one of these blessings—

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—and until ya try ya never knows ya luck.

Sufficient unto the day is the televangelising thereof so I’ll leave you with this thought—

click here right copy             Dodo




ho hum.  finger down

Oh, sorry … your quote—

OPINION: Richard Dawkins, the world’s best known atheist-for-hire, is in New Zealand this week, preaching at events in Auckland and Christchurch and hoping to rally the troops and win new converts.

As a Bible-loving Christian who believes in God, angels, heaven and hell, I guess people would assume I’m angry or nervous about having the High Priest of Unbelief in town. Actually, I’m cautiously glad that he’s here.

But my thankfulness for his visit goes beyond the obvious belief in freedom of speech and freedom of religion. It goes to the heart of who we are as a country.

New Zealand has quietly become one of the most spiritually apathetic nations on earth. In our relative comfort and prosperity, many of us have become immune to even considering the deeper meaning of life …

—which I’ve just found:    HERE

Make of it what you will. There’s predictably more of it, and all predictably predictable but that is the way of it and Gods is in Her Heavens.

I’ll admit that I didn’t dwell upon it but for those with a strong gagging-reflex threshold it might prove of interest. The final para in my quoted bit speaks volumes, no? (Both in what it says and what it doesn’t say.)