vomit … oops …
—make of it what you will:
vomit … oops …
—make of it what you will:
(you want a brief post? With the following explanation this is it):
(a) in New Zealand,
(b) the indefensible accusation is that of being a racist.
You have an opinion* ? You are a racist. QED and EOS.
* Any opinion. Anything at all …
(or so I am told …)
—which speaks metaphorically.
But if to be taken literally (as the ‘Bible-is-literal-truth’ folks would have us believe) makes no sense at all. Zero.
So it’s gotta be metaphor, no?
Following a proffered lead (thanks, Ark) (I think) (dammit, you’ll keep~!) I ended up dragging in the ‘Wedge Document’; and this is as far as I got before my Vomit Reflex hit the red lines:
The proposition that human beings are created in the image of God is one of the bedrock principles on which Western civilization was built. Its influence can be detected in most, if not all, of the West’s greatest achievements, including representative democracy, human rights, free enterprise, and progress in the arts and sciences.
—the very first para … boom boom … and there’s oodles of them. This is going to be a loooong week …
Anyone like to comment so far? Welcome, and feel free … for or against, be my guest. But if you want The Beast in all His glory for yourself first you’ll find it on this link—
—and if you go there take a big bag of sandwiches and a demijohn of Rum. (I have the feeling you’ll need both …)
If you do go there ponder the motives of those who concocted it—I think you’ll find them a bit less than altruistic …
“Argus! Pleeeeze stop revealing my hand!”
we shouldn’t even begin to think of trying to ban it. Brrrr.
So there. Self-confessed.
Surprised? Don’t be—
anyone trying to tell ME how to think or act.
I am a free agent—I make my own (tiny, little) mind up for myself. Regardless of what YOU or anyone else tells me. I evaluate as best I can eclectic inputs (from a variety of sources) and unless I have totally free access to whatever drivel is out there I cannot make a fully informed decision.
Neither can you, Bud~!
So control what other people babble and you are no better than any Nazi, Communist, Catholic, Islamic or other controlling self-interest-only freak out there.
Hmmmm … I guessed not …
—and I’m booked in to take The Spouse into town. If we can get in. If we can find parking. If, if, if …
BUT INTRIGUED BY
recent correspondence I stole a minor chunk from Eternity to to quickly Google the expression
and with no time to research further can only scan headlines (life was so much simpler when I was a pup).
Whatever, it leads me to one inescapable conclusion—if the (many) theories are correct—or uniquely all of them—then really there is absolutely no point whatsoever; we may as well amass all the loot we can and get our butts out there for the good ol’ “Wine, Women and Song” … no?
Here … have some spring flowers from Queens Park last week—
—and returning to the fray after so brief a reality, here’s a Wiki opening salvo (the screenshot snippet itself links to the article. Good luck)—
—with just a wee bit of layout change to make it easier on the eye. Grateful thanks to JZ and Jim for making it possible. (Oh, and to God too, without whom I imagine we’d have by now planted flags on planets all over this solar system and possibly even polluted a few others.)
known by the locals as
“God’s own (country)”, get it?
I OFTEN CLAIM
to be a ‘Conspiracist’. I’m not. I flag myself up as a Crank to save others the bother and to alert folks to the ‘other worldly’ status of my thinking. (If you promptly thought ‘aliens!’ here then you are the sort of thinker I’m trying to warn against … I entertain the possibility, yes, but I don’t believe it all that probable.)
in New Zealand there is a subtle campaign of social indoctrination/manipulation underway which makes no sense unless for some reason kiwis are being prepared for the reversion of the country to ‘native’ control. Sadly for all—it is no longer ‘their’ country.
To the British these islands were effectively a tabula rasa upon which they stamped their Brit values, their political systems and religions. For which all should be grateful. If not the Poms it would have been the French, Germans, or possibly the Dutch. In the end it would not (r) NOT have been the natives.
So just the other day a publishing outlet was obliged by Government action to remove from distribution a ‘free speech’ video that asked too many embarrassing questions (and had ferreted out too many embarrassing ‘facts’). One must not, it seems, in Godzone embarrass the government ‘line’. Or ask questions … why not? (Don’t ask…)
I refer to the Plummtree production—
—for that video (while you can) (if you desire). Obviously it was made for a purpose, to appeal to a minority (of cranks? Nazis?) sufficiently to make sales and hopefully a few bucks.
To my mind it raises good healthy questions. Questions which rather than being swept under the carpet should be flagged up and dragged screaming into the full light of day for objective scrutiny. But hey——I live in New Zealand and that ain’t gonna happen.
WE ARE TOLD
a lot about the people of North Korea … but for organic robots it is difficult to find better specimens than the ‘free’ thinking people of Godzone. Both of whom would fight like rabid rats for their beloved system — why is that?
or maybe not.
But on the subject of PCness (and all who sail in her)—to be Politically Correct is to abdicate responsibility.
PC means one word, and one word only—and that is Coward.
And the other one word is Opportunist.
And survivalist …
Oh dear. Our word is becoming a lexicon … ’twas ever thus. So again I offer my personal contribution to the lingo:
—such a cute little word; but no-one could ever challenge it on PC grounds. Per is neutral, even more neutral than any other pronoun (noun, adjective, thing) word in English.
THAT THE THOUGHT-POLICE
using ‘equality’ as a weapon (a bloody good one too) deride the established his/hers, he/she, him, her, son, daughter, bride, groom, husband, wife, master, mistress* etc etc ad hysterium (as in hysteria) etc etc …
I VENTURE THAT THEIR
favoured word ‘person’ is in itself sexist. In spades!
(Think about it … look again at the last three letters there; s-o-n … which refer to a (hoick, spit!) male offspring. Aaaaargghhh, that such wickedness could be!
to resonate with the vacuum-minded we must drop the ‘son’ syllable and opt in future to use the gender neutral ‘per’ only.
Raining here now … how could you tell?
* Mistress: between ‘mister’ and ‘mattress’
for it. Go there (web) and look for yourselves. Look, and you might see, or not.
AS SOME MAY
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—
MY MOST VERY
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).
TWO OF THE BEST
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—
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?)
BUT I DIGRESS
and before I digress to infinitem I’ll give you this wee snippet of what our GP of E looks like inside—
—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!”
“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 …”
“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.
oooops … I could be wrong …
* Mine, not hers. ‘Twas ever thus …
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.)