Simple survival of the ignorantest? The fittest, or those with the moral turpitude to ‘mañana’ themselves to a morally smug self-destruction?


sadly. If I were I’d be waving my magic wand with mad abandonment … or: is what He is doing the divine equivalent of pulling the wings off flies?

God, apparently (~obviously!) is right into it (sorry, flies).

With no apologies to anyone’s sensitivities:

I think God is a colossal sadist*

Any takers?

Oh … yes … the item that made me have a quiet ponder this morning, from Spiegel—

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In the 1950s, Lagos was home to just 300,000 people. Today, around 20 million live here. And by 2050, that number is likely to double to 40 million. According to projections by the United Nations, Nigeria could have a population of 400 million people by then, which would make it the third most populous country in the world.

Lagos is a prime place to observe the effects of population growth in many developing and threshold countries. Unable to survive in the countryside do to the lack of work and shortages of food and water, people are flocking to the cities. And it isn’t difficult to guess that some of them will continue onward to a place where hunger isn’t a problem, where it is peaceful and where prosperity is at least a possibility. To Europe. In 2017, migrants from Nigeria represented the fourth-largest group of asylum-seekers in the European Union, after refuges from Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan. In 2018, they were in seventh place.


* And I’ve never (R) NEVER been refuted. Or challenged. (Or even scored an indignant religious squawk … a bit disappointing, but there ya go—unarguable points, best leave ’em alone to die in silent solitude, alone and unnoticed.)

Ye UTTER gods~!


Screen Shot 2019-02-05 at 22.59.00.png(trolling? I heard that … c’mon, ‘fess up, who said it?)(Don’t make me come over there)—

blitzing the web, namely u-toobes, cheerily galloping into no-minds-land I happened across a form of masochism I’d never heard of before.

First, here’s your link—

—and I may now be added to anyone’s list of gob-smackees.


tried a few way-out and wacky processes/techniques in my time, some of which really do seem effective—but some ring my WTF bell loud and clear, as does the earnest wee lassie in the above vid.

She/it left me with a conclusion: namely that I’d only ever try it myself at the very witching time of night when churchyards yawn … which salubrious surroundings, I think, would be of more beneficence to the human organism than wot the young lady above is so earnestly gushing to sell us.


—but I dare say that she is part of yet another fad  movement which will (in years to come) flood the hospitals (and make some long-sighted investors a few bucks selling white sticks and cute little labrador puppies).


let us not lose sight (~!) of the fact that ol’ Sol is still a very beneficial organism waaaay up there in space who has had a bad press lately. So get thy butt outside and cop thee a skinful of his generosity (without looking upon his face) but don’t overdo it—sunlight is like a good red, a little does you good but overindulgence can leave you with red regrets.

Be warned …

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But hold on just a sec … why should I bother, when

(a) the young won’t listen, and

(b) it’s all been said before but much better—

—by guys now deceased?


down there

The Men That Don’t Fit In


There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
    A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
    And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
    And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
    And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
    They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
    And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
    What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
    Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
    With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
    Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
    Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
    In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
    He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
    And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
    He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
    He’s a man who won’t fit in.

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anything to make us think.

Think—not just accept because a man in a dress (obsolete) or in a white suit (yay! ‘With it’~!) tells us to—but because it resonates (plucks our whiskers).


I snipped this snippet from a U-toobe vid I watched last night—

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—but if you want to know what that’s all about you’ll have to watch this video. Don’t fret, it’s under ten minutes, and these guysdown there

have the look of academia about them so they must be respectable. (No dresses, no white suits, no helpers with buckets for The Collection)(but respectable nonetheless).

Unlike some  …  down there

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who ya gonna trust?—

(a)  the dreary academics from the ivy cloisters, or

(b) the charismatic in the white dress outfit with the foxy babe sychopha helpers?

Screen Shot 2018-09-30 at 21.55.40 “Hey, Argie~! There’s a Third Way … “




dragonand keeping asking “Why?” … to receive no satisfactory answers. Voters (aka organic robots—think ‘automaton’) stare at me blankly before indignantly challenging my Kiwiness or dismissing me as a ‘whinging Pom’.


New Zealand was (before we Maggots got here) a land of love, peace, and harmony; where all lived as one big noble family and flying piggies filled the skies singing porcine lullabies …

Originally large islands of unspoiled wilderness—once the Maori got here things changed; and when the only large source of natural protein (a big bird) was exterminated the noble savages ate each other.

Constant warfare was the norm and losers were enslaved and/or became lunch.

The Pakeha (white man) changed all that—and if not the Pom it would have been The Frog (trust me there).

Roads were pushed through, forests planted, farms established, peaceful trade and commerce introduced. And once laws established countrywide all became sweetness and light. Not.


had a lot of good custom in his ‘civilisation’ as well as the utmost depths of foulness. But today it is verboten to mention or even allude to any part of his savagery—the white-wash (ouch) is almost complete. Hence my saying here things I’d be too circumspect to mention out loud in public: moderns are being brainwashed to accept the fact that vicious savage whites came here from far away to enslave the Noble Innocents.


I ask, is the momentum coming from?

Why are common-sense and history being methodically displaced by romanticised rubbish fictions?

Here, have a nice wee souvenir of your next visit to Aotearoa/New Zealand*  …

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—you may have seen it before, I posted it earlier in this blog. Slaves were taken in Maori social visits and when meet (or meat) the heads were processed into something akin to those cute little candy sticks to be sold to tourists—

free marketeers haggling

—but I’ve posted on that before too. My point this time is that history is being systematically erased or re-cast; and from the highest levels.

Think about it—


to have just one universal language in a country (yes or no?). So WHY this push to literally rewrite history here, and divisively resurrect a moribund language?

The Conspiracist in me looks towards the United Nations … and if the impetus is from there I have to keep asking




Why indeed.

Anyway, kia ora, Bro …

chimp rocks


 * The ‘New Zealand’ bit of the name will be quietly dropped soon, then when there’s no backlash the change will become official (complete with fireworks and hakas** like you’ve never seen before, boom boom!).

** I shocked a woman in an official meeting a couple of years ago—I called the natives ‘Maoris’.  (It’s not politically correct. I couldn’t have upset her more if I’d told her in English to get fucked. As I explained when I noted her horror— “I speak English, Ma’am … my language has a plural.”)




dodoOne very clever man was the late (okay, pretty late. Now shush, please, I’m telling a tale here) Sir Francis Bacon.

The Wiki entry on him is comprehensive enough and I just loooove this bit—



Francis Bacon’s statue at Gray’s Inn, South Square, London

Bacon stated that he had three goals: to uncover truth, to serve his country, and to serve his church...

To read from source:  CLICK HERE 


But I wonder:  would it be possible for any man to practise these pursuits and achieve those ends, without going gaga trying to resolve the inherent contradictions?

Or is self-delusion a universal, limited by neither time nor place? (I vote universal.) Wait, it gets better—

In his Essays, he affirms that “a little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.”[42]



If philosophy is ‘love of wisdom’ then Bacon is either misquoted or was misinformed.

If his ‘depth in philosophy’ means opening the mind to Reason then that mind must of necessity become closed to religion. (If not all just becomes a rather tedious quest for the One True Religion out of the many competing.)


Love of wisdom—and religion—are two irreconcilables.

Contradictions, in fact …

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“Hey, YOU! The dog with the ingratiating tail … I want a word with you~!”

Oh no … 

“Yes, your Godliness, Sir?” (Wag wag wag wag …)

“You wouldn’t believe how my officials have been petitioning me to smite you. Plagues of fleas, FFF—”

“FFF, Sir?”

“Fire-Flood-Famine … you know, the old favourites I invoke to bring folks into the fold of my infinite compassion and mercy … a bit old-hat now. You don’t have any first-born pups handy, do you?”

“Thank heavens for your infinite mercies, Sir …”

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on another’s blog (slightly amended):


The first para (red) is the issue; I’m quoting on—

“AUGUST 29, 2018 @ 9:29 PM
I think the biggest issue with “patriarchy” is “marriage”…… understandable. A man who commits “infidelity” is a -law breaker-“

Two noticeable aspects of Abrahamics is the sly establishing of full control.
Control of everything; but cut straight to the nitty-gritty with many (most?) blokes by controlling the expression/relief of hormones.
Control their sex life.
Literally, grab ’em by the balls and they are putty in your hands (to mix a few metaphors …).

And their other main appetite—you’ll note the Dietary Laws as well as ‘Chastity laws’.

In one brilliant pair of strokes the priest controls the man—and in those societies that meant the priest controls everyone (after all, God decreed the Man as Head of the Household, no?).

That, and that alone is why Abrahamic ‘law’ is so tough on marriage (but only when such is properly sanctioned by a properly ordained proper Representative of God, in God’s own House)*.

And of course, right from the very earliest any ‘fruit of the union’ must be officially entered into God’s recording systems … so we have baptisms and Christenings etc etc.
They had it pretty well covered but these days excommunication doesn’t mean what it once did (and the ‘Holy Stake’ has been temporarily shelved until it can be resurrected). Brrrr …

* The “God house” bit has been relaxed in recent years, and we also have civil marriages and such. The Church fought a long rearguard action there, too.

—which comment I’m now tossing into the arena … in case it needs correcting or amendment?

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