DAMMIT~!

MoiAGAIN …

All I want before I enter the void is a few good answers. Having sat at the feet of wise men and wimmin for decades I am no closer to any satisfying answers. Research, it seems, is often a form of unclimaxed mental masturbation.

ARK has kindly led us to an equation that might help. (Thanks for that … you’ll keep!) but I no longer do sums myself; I prefer to sit on a log in a forest and ponder. I’ve met a lot of nice rabbits and fantails doing so but am no closer to truth than when I was a lad. More tools are available today, with even fewer answers. Bummer.

Too many unknowns. Too many unanswerables. It’s only when you actually think about stuff you realise that your heroes have feet of clay (thanks for that, Dr Brian Cox … you’ll keep).

So I still think the Zen folks make better sense than many—to paraphrase Basho* and his buddies:

 

“What is the sound of one hand clapping?”

 

And therein lies the answer to all questions.

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PS  Don’t forget to tip the monkey on your way out…

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* I think it was he … the famous haiku; I refer to it often ‘cos it’s the only sense in all of literature. (The frog one, of course …)

KIWI = NO ORIGINALITY,

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at imitation. Honestly, if you tried to sell our stuff as original fiction you’d be laughed out of the publisher’s office.

“Questions over Cromwell have resurfaced overseas recently, with renewed calls for a statue of Oliver Cromwell to be removed from outside the Houses of Parliament in London.

The call comes after anti-racism protesters in Bristol tore down a bronze statue of prominent 17th century slave trader Edward Colston last week.

Similar demonstrations are taking place n New Zealand with the Hamilton City Council removing Captain John Hamilton’s statue on Friday.”

From:  CLICK HERE

If it were me I’d be tempted to let the name linger as a pointed (too obvious?) ‘subtle’ barb. It amuses me that in WW2 some kiwis were proud to be desert rats … have they, even now, not realised that ‘rats’ are unpleasant vermin?*

A name, after all, what’s in a mere name?

Or originality …

“I say, I say, I say … what’s the difference between a bus full of modern ‘thinkers’ and a cactus?”

Duuuuuuuhhhhh …

“Give up? With a cactus all the pricks are on the outside … no banana for you!

Or me. That’s an oooooldie!*

 

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* Yes, I knoooowwww~! (That was the whole point of it, no?) Sheesh!

I LUV THIS LADY!

Because—

  1.  She is unabashed in her religion, a good Christian …
  2.  In many respects her politics are much like mine.

IF I HAD TO

dislike anything it is that she adamantly refuses to engage in conversation. Like any good religionist her word is both Absolute and final. Bummer …

So I ask, what is she so afraid of?

Perhaps … being (in places) rational the possibility that she might be ‘converted’ by rational discourse? Discourse based not on a challengeable book written when the world was flat; but on Reality?

God

“Argus!”

        (Oops …)

“Yes, Mr God, Sir?”

“Before The Creation I saw you writing this post, Dog—”

“Glop?”

“—and tell you now, you’re barking up a gum tree. Your use of logic won’t change her any more than it can change a good Muslim, a good Jew, a good Communist or a good Nazi—”

“Nazi?”

“Yep. Still alive and well and awaiting the opportune moment for resurrectio—”

“When, Sir?”

“Can’t tell you that, Dog. Privileged information … now go read Revelations, it’s all there. Fate. Fated by Me, and none of your mortals can change one iota—”

“Bummer, Sir.”

“You alone of all my peoples have got it, Dog … hope you’re proud.”

“You setting me up, Sir?”

“…  … no, just being ineffable … damn’ dogs, shouldn’t be allowed … mutter mutter mutter …)”

Moi

“Well done, Pup! I think …”

FFF~!

FIRE

FLOOD

FAMINE…

Bop the Idiot copyand ancillaries, of course. (Good old God — He wouldn’t leave us with no invisible means of support, no?)

So:

working on the  “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, principle, and being (by entirely rational deduction) I could be described as a ‘fatalist’. First Class with hons, even.

WHO IN HIS

right mind and capable of a modicum of rational thought could be otherwise?

STET — I lay down my pen to await your squawks of outrage. (It will be a long wait …)

So in the meantime here’s a rational thinker hard at work, trying desperately to open the minds of the cloistered indoctrinated to the realities of Reality—

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—he’s my role model; a bit more patient than me.

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THOU SHALT NOT

repeat,

NOT~!

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say nothing nowhere nohow no time without first running it through the officially approved ‘newspeak’ filters.

For myself, I like Free Speech.

Naughty words excepted (for moderns, that means something a little different from ‘accepted’) speech is simple device used for the passage of ideas from one human mind to another—filter it as thou wilt only on reception.

To control speech is to control thought.

Clever, but it’s been done before—concentration camps in places like **** ******* and ****** ****** and many others were/are full of ’em—the victims who transgressed speech laws.

And if any Silly Bitch, Religious-bigot Maniac or Unthinking Modern Prick reads this wanting my arrest for saying what I think—go suck eggs. (Bad eggs, really bad eggs; and swallow.)

Your quote—

At the meeting, Cochrane, speaking about the document and his time as part of a whitebait working party, said: “I sat there one day and I thought: ‘What I’m listening to is a whole bunch of chick scientists.’

“And if you really looked at the view that they were pitching, [it] was everybody in New Zealand should not shave their armpits, they should wear dreadlocks, and when they go whitebaiting they should do it in jandals only.

“And after they catch one patty for tea they should sit down, hold hands and sing Kumbaya. That was the feeling I got.”

from:   https://www.stuff.co.nz/southland-times/

I understand his feelings entirely. His mistake was not in saying it, but in not recognising that the world is changing, has changed; a poor judgement call on his part.

He’ll learn. And—

BY THEIR DEEDS

THOU SHALT KNOW THEM

—if I offend any modern snowflake silly bitch or stupid prick, please speak up.

Cerberus

And we can discuss this like gentle-persons

BBT

Don’t be confuddled—

I’ve just watched a wee u-toobe vid on the Big Bang Theory. It was all good clean fun but the only memorable thing about it was this treasurable snippet:

“I don’t know who discovered water … but it wasn’t a fish!”

The sort of thing I wish I’d said …

WOOF~!

C.O.W. DEPT:

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“Most people believe sin began in the Garden of Eden, but it didn’t.  Sin began when God’s top angel Lucifer, decided to flex his power, and wanted to become equal to God…Isaiah 14:12-14…”

Quoted from what certainly appears to be a very devout and devoted Christian’s blog.

So before anyone might even think about the statement above, please grant me liberty to post the refresher below—

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—and I wouldn’t dream of suggesting that there might be apparent contradictions inherent on/in D&DC’s blog* . (And now with due apologies I’m off to consult an expert—don’t wait up …)

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* No, not mine, silly person … his, the religious guy’s.

OK, THEN—

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“climate change global warming heat death” geniuses exactly what you want. Here it is:

YOU now have

total control

 

Yes, Miss Thunberg, you now have the con. You shriek and we’ll all jump to your bidding. You, Ma’am, now have Absolute Power over all the means of production and distribution, everywhere.

You may delegate authority as you wish, and to whomsoever you wish.

NOW, PLEASE TELL ME

what you want me to do. I shall do it without reservation:

GO GET ‘EM, TIGER!

I (we) await with bated breath the outcome—command us and prepare us to maintain your Saviour changes. So:

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WHAT THE HELL SHOULD WE DO FIRST?

 

The clock is ticking … Jump to it, Miss Thunberg!

In the meantime I’ll keep plodding—

dodo

—while you snap to it (you do actually have a plan?*)

Perhaps—

  • ground aircraft everywhere for a start

Good one.

But shipping uses fossils too, so we’ll

  • park all the ships in the nearest port and remove the keys.

Motor vehicles (MVs)? That’s easy—

  • only Thunberg-approved MVs may move (displaying the licence).

Coal?

  • Effective immediately, anything coal = shut down

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(This is easy! I missed my calling, I should have been a Greenie)

And of course we’ll promptly close all the steel mills and aluminium smelters and oil wells, just for starters.

Nuclears may stay on only until we can decommission them properly (no point in saving us from soot if atoms get loose) …

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* Hold me tight …

ODT THIS AM

3-gerbilsokay … from the

OTAGO DAILY TIMES

this morning:

“WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT: Fiona knew there was good in her husband Paul. But she had to endure years of his anger and verbal bashings, as he tried to deal with being sexually violated as a boy.”

Fair enough, too, some might say. But I don’t. This headline is excuciating excusianism at its unsubtle PC most very best. Play to the audience, no? Come across as the good* victim?

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I gather from the context of the above headline that “what they are” doesn’t at all mean what they are, but what tinted vision might desire them to be? The headline suggests that ‘what they are’ ain’t really all that nice.

I judge ’em not by what they claim but by what they do. And ‘who they are’ is in fact what they do—all else is smokescreen, camouflage, and delusion.

THIS TIME:

any takers? No?

Wimps …

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ARGUS!

(Eeek!)

“… … … … Er … … Yes, Mr Satan, Sir?”

“Cool it Dog—if you make ’em think you’ll put me out of a job!”

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(Argus exits stage right …) (Quietly, in low profile …)

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* It means forgiving. (You know: to err is human, to forgive Divine; and all that rubbish.)

 

 

 

 

CUE DORIS

SINGING

QUE SERA, SERA

or

you can do the good Christian thing and toddle off to Ecclesiastes (KJV) where if patient you’ll find this bit—

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“The thing that hath been, it [is that] which shall be; and that which is done [is] that which shall be done: and [there is] no new [thing] under the sun. {1:10} Is there [any] thing whereof it may be said, See, this [is] new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us. {1:11} [There is] no remembrance of former [things;] neither shall there be [any] remembrance of [things] that are to come with [those] that shall come after.”

—which might suggest that either

  • the scribe thereof  went to the same school as Ouspensky
  • or Ouspensky was personally inspired directly by God
  • or The Scribe was into the concept of Eternal Recurrence

But I’m a fatalist myself

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—even though the word ‘predetermined’ might be construed as suggestive of a ‘predeterminer’. (I prefer the word ‘inevitable’ which lacks that feeble connotation.)

AND AS ALL

rivers eventually return to source …

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