on the maudlin theme of Time (passing). I posted shots of the old High School in New Zealand’s wee town of Gore—

—and promised you the girlie version. So without further ado, here we be—

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As ’twas back then (when? Undated … how the heck would I know, but it has the authentic look of pre-television days). Then again, it could almost be late sixties … brrr.

I don’t think this is all the girls so it might be just the graduation class, plus prefects? All a bit too complicated for this old dog.


Because I’d forgotten to take my prints (burgled from the Gore High School website) with me I had to shoot from memory (but this time I got it a bit better than the boys’ version ref’d above):

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If you read my posts you’ll know that I’m fascinated by change and Time. Okay, rehash that: by apparent change (and what we think of as ‘time’).

I suspect that the shot I’ve loosely labelled as ‘girls’ might very much be early sixties, but who knows?

Big G, bigger


(Oops … not again …)

“Yes, your Godship?”

“Take my advice with respect to ‘time’, Dog … don’t go there—”

“Too close to home, Sir?”

“Damn! Er … ya wanna join MY team, Dog?”

“Sorry Sir. It’s a wonderful offer, but I can’t afford the lobotomy …”





nobody dare mention …




your snippet—

A classic car club stopped to take in the sights of Taharoa were chased out of the remote Waikato town by local Māori threatening to shoot them and bash their cars if they didn’t leave.”

Sourced:  CLICK HERE 

I know where these ‘victims’ are coming from—I was driving The Spouse through lovely Southland along a less frequented coastal road fairly recently. We thought it was just another country road but the further we went the less and less welcome we felt. If body language speaks, and if the ‘vibes’ can convey meaning—we felt vibed. Really bad juju—

—Maori country.

We turned about and left. At speed. Whatever the history books may say, whatever the state of the State propaganda, whatever the Public Face of this “We are all one people now!” nation—if ever you come here: be careful.

Sure, ‘we’ took their land. (Yes, that’s what kids are taught in kiwi schools—that the nice cuddly native folks are the victims here. Brrrrrr …)


thing of repatriating some of the many Maori souvenir heads (that found their way overseas a few generations back as legitimate souvenirs—souvenirs bought and paid for with no thought of how they were converted from living breathing human beings into grimacing processed mementos).


those goods once profitably exported as tourist junk have now become Sacred Ancestral Relics—proof indeed, of the utter savagery of the (mostly British, of course) seamen and others who purchased them … on the open market …

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A collector ....pngRobley (tourist above) took souvenirs seriously


these days is Big Business, a source of income based on pure Theatre.

Theatre rules across the board, from the opportunistic ‘haka’ at sporting events to the welcoming home of processed heads—

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—and I imagine that at ground floor level some of the players are actually sincere.

read more:  click here 


I simply stay away from Maori areas.

Racist? No … survivalist. I value, if not my life, my hub-caps … so I shan’t try to go surfing up north.

Or in the deep south … or west …

free marketeers haggling

NZ Souvenir stall 17-1800s





Before, I was happy to accept him as just another of them ‘eccentric’ things (anyone who likes dogs and cats can’t be too bad) but when I looked up his family tree I thought words to the effect “Uh oh … the Space Aliens’ folks could have a real ball with this imagery”

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An Ark family candid.


But why is he about to eat the kid? (Don’t ask.)

The missus looks a bit of alright though, but I still worry about those ‘spacey’ skulls. Perhaps it’s one of their fashion statement things, you know, involving wet bandages and locked doors …

Now here’s a candid shot that should put your mind at rest. A bit—

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The Ark looks quite elegant, cool, sofis — (bugger) sohpist — (damn!):  worldly clever and actually convincingly lordly. I don’t know about wifey’s ‘Medusa’ bathing cap but to each her own, no? Obviously about to pop a quick affectionate kiss on his nozzle and to hell with all the reporters watching; I like that.

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And to finish we’ll sneak a couple of quickie candids—

—Mrs Ark (I think?) catching sundrops in wineglasses (I told you they were clever, but would anyone listen? Nooooo …) and

—an obviously been in the fermented honey juice Ark being slapped about the face with some smelling-flowers (ammonium carbonate wasn’t around much at the time these candids were taken).


Uh oh …

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“You’ll keep, Dog!”


“Who … … me?”

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“No offence. your Arkness; just passing through … bugger … brrrrr~”




Screen Shot 2018-03-01 at 10.48.46Eek!

But who in his (oops, gotta be PC here—) her right mind would murder the “lungs of the planet”? Virgin rainforest, jungle, zillions of trees all frantically gobbling CO2 and socking it away and thereby saving us from heat-death; and here we* are, wilfully destroying all of that? Trees that have been there forever, keeping us cool, now off to the arboreal abattoir?

Or have they were they are they …


much … recently a schoolboy somewhere (or other) playing with his google found to everyone’s great amazement a lost city under the forest over there. Wow. But wait, it gets better—a LIDAR survey found lots of ’em. Some quite big, and all the discoveries when added up tend to rock the ol’ boat of expert thinking a bit.

Perhaps them ancient pyramid things weren’t really built way out in the jungle after all; thereby confuting all the experts who were thinking exactly that and have been for generations. Wait—scientists wrong? Never …

It’s all too much for this old dog, so while I wander off to find some fleas to scratch take a look at this—

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—which I pulled in this evening and snup from—

—this vid here. Less than four minutes (try it, as the actress said to the bishop, you’ll like it) in duration and well worth the expense.


It doesn’t even scratch the surface …

gast me flabbers!




* Speak for yourself, dammit. (I certainly never signed that page …)



an unjaundiced 




I visit lots of cranks (I heard that—who just muttered ‘other cranks‘?) in the course of my explorations. I look at lots of images, but this one I find disturbing and can’t fathom why. Read on …

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It purports to show a monk-type guy in an ancient man-made cave (you know the ones: hewn from solid rock using copper tools etc etc). The guy is demonstrating how highly polished a surface the ancients managed to achieve a in their underground workings. But:

finger down

But there’s something about the image I find disturbing and I can’t fathom why.

I also had a look recently at Bright Insight’s (one of my most favourite cranks)(such unabashed enthusiasm!) u-toobe posts on Petra. Great imagery, and not once did I stop to wonder how those guys in olden times did all that …

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—and if you visit BI’s webbie (the snap above is your link) you’ll see what I mean. (If his rapt enthusiasm gets to you, just turn the sound off—but frankly, I enjoy it.)

gast me flabbers!

OH … WOW!!!!




devil-29973__340I’m allowed to ask innocent questions. I’m also allowed (nay, expected) to visit other crank sites and gobble up their good stuffs with mad raptorous abandonment*.

So I wolf the u-tubes of folks like Jimmy (‘Bright Insight’) (loooove his enthusiasm); or of a someone who seems happy making a living by helping folks glut their desires for mystery—Brien Foerster’s offerings are worth the visit too. It’s an honest buck**.


I follow leads, asking questions from a great height (Google satellites—we mortals can’t get much higher from our armchairs). Like this—

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—which to put into context you’d have to go to Brien’s UT post: CLICK HERE

I notice a lot of things but the most intriguing might also have the most mundane explanations: like what are those wee circles?

While poor ol’ Brien ponders his shattered pyramid being off true north by 23 degrees, I ponder the minors … here, have a nice shattered pyramid—

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—possibly damaged beyond economical repair by some oaf stumbling about in the dark. Or perhaps God got grumpy ‘cos they didn’t slaughter Him enough lambs***.

I love cranks and admire anyone who turns an honest buck. People want weirdies, Brien serves ’em up—but genuine weirdies you can touch, kick, climb over and feel that you’ve got your money’s worth—

—not like those in church where the holey bikkie blatantly does NOT become human flesh, nor the wine turn into (retch) blood. Brrrrr, but it takes all sorts …

Eve & Lution

“He wot, you say? Loves animals? Oh … really?”




* No. Good spotting, but it’s not a typo … us birdbrains are right into our puns, no?

** Hence my intense dislike of the clergy (any clergy).

*** God looooooves little lambs, they’re so … … innocent. And delicious.



for it. Go there (web) and look for yourselves. Look, and you might see, or not.


have figured out by now (oh, wow~!) I’m a sort of a Conspiracy Theorist nut. So I shan’t go into detail, just re-iterate that there’s a lot more to ancient (Egypt especially, and others) monuments than meets the eye.

Here, have a nice pile of rocks—

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favouritest is the GP of E. Anyone who’s looked at the GP as a topic has an opinion. I was taught at school (by professionals!) that the GP and siblings were tombs for the rich and powerful, etc etc, and I gobbled it all down with rapt abandonment.

Nowadays I compare what the acknowledged experts allege versus us cranks and nutters. Nutters hold more credibility although fewer credentials (go figure).


credentialed are the charming Dr Zahi Hawass (public relations expert par excellence, a born negotiator if ever there were one) and of course his sidekick the clever Dr Mark Lehner.

Lehner has to be clever, he’s a doctor, and when I poked very very briefly into his source discovered he was something to do with Edgar Cayce—

gast me flabbers!

oh … WOW!

—the so-called “sleeping prophet”. Any form of prophet raises my hackles, brrrr.

But ol’ Edgar was even better—with no medical training at all he could be confronted with a medical problem, put himself to sleep, and whilst asleep his Atlantean spirit guides would diagnose the problem and give him the cure which he would pass on to a grateful victim. Lehner was rapt with this guy? (Any reason why not? Hmm?)


and before I digress to infinitem I’ll give you this wee snippet of what our GP of E looks like inside—

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—all four hundred and eighty feet high of it, all six decimal 3 (give or take a few dozen) million tons of stone blocks of it (some blocks seventy tons or more, somehow hosted waaaay up and immaculately emplaced) etc etc.

To cut to the chase here—

I don’t believe it.


Yep. I have no option but to believe in the GP of E, or course, it’s there and rather hard not to … but I don’t believe it was constructed by well-whipped slaves dragging rocks on sledges up earthen ram—

“Mr Argus! Sir!”

Oops …

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

“That’s old hat belief, Sir! Modern thinking is that they were all volunteers; and any whipping would have been optional and only on request—”

(Bugger … all those years of compulsory schooling wasted …*)


“But the nice Mr Cayce was right into Atlanteans, Sir … so I suspect the nice Dr Lehner probably is too—which might add weight to the Conspiracy folks who believe that such believers are withholding vital information …”

“Enough, sweet child! My furry head is all a-spinning! Dammit, I trusted my teachers! They were clever, the cutting edge of tuition, thought, applied reason and philosophy—”

“So is Hawass, Sir …”

“And Lehner?”

“The Atlantean Prophet follower guy? Yes, Sir. Indeed …”

Actually although it’s been many years since I read books on Cayce I was just now intrigued enough to Google (noun become verb—that happens a lot lately) and came up with this—

—which may help explain some of Lehner’s deep involvement with his Sphinx. And to my mind, although Hawass is emphatic and passionate about the involvement in the creations of the Giza complex by Egyptians, I doubt very much that they would recognise him (and vice versa) as of the same breed.

Bugbear big

oooops … I could be wrong …

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* Mine, not hers. ‘Twas ever thus …