yeah, right.


to paraphrase ol’ Hammy. “Is it safe,” our wee Hamlet might well have asked, “to wish someone at least a Happy Winter Solstice these days?

ATT00538[1]2Not in some parts of the world. We have to be complaisant, compliant, nice, and respect the ‘rights’ (?) and feelings of others. All others. Every last other, which is anyone except us. Ourselves. Our self. Me. (Which of course includes your me, which is you—you don’t get let off any more than I do.)(Poor naive twit.)


So tonight this came in unbidden (but very much appreciated for what it is). Sadly I can’t give it a byline or credit, it was an uncredited e-mail attachment. Bummer.

So if it’s yours: please report forthwith to the Ministry of Social Compliance and they may just let you off with a severe warning (but don’t bank on it).

I wanted to send some sort of holiday greeting to my friends, but it is so difficult in today’s world to know exactly what to say without offending someone. So I met with my lawyer yesterday, and on his advice I wish to say the following:
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral celebration of the winter/summer solstice holiday, practiced with the most enjoyable traditions of religious persuasion or secular practices of your choice with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.
I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2015 , but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make our country great (not to imply that it is necessarily greater than any other country) and without regard to the race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.

By accepting this greeting, you are accepting these terms:

This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others and is void where prohibited by law, and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.

Disclaimer: No trees were harmed in the sending of this message; however, a significant number of electrons were slightly inconvenienced.

You can see why I am so outraged—this selfish greeting hasn’t covered ALL the minorities. Ergo it is selective: for example no mention is made of cannibal head-hunters in various foetid cesspit regions who doubtlessly have their own fun filled ways of celebrating; nor of the Islamic lolly loppers who surely will be rejoicing this season with especially sharpened scimitars (bad manners to cut throats with blunt blades).


It’s a step in the right direction. Brits especially take note, please … and get those silly medieval chapels knee-deep in snow off of your cards as quick as you like. Global warming has rendered any depiction of northern latitude solstice snow as both irrelevant, incompetent and immaterial; you’ll be violating God/gods/goddesses alone know(s) how many ‘truth in advertising’ laws and regulations. (It’s reactionary propaganda, in fact, and we won’t stand for it no longer!) (So there.)


Happy (as above—please insert name of own choice here) Festival to you … Peace On Earth and Goodwill to All Men, Women, Unsures, Children, and anyone left over …





Book Review

okay, I meant book excerpt. Or possibly not …


the below, make of it what you will.


This little lot (in red) came in with an e-mail. (Please note that I have NOT verified any of it, not even the quoted author or statistics. All I have done is consider what is here in the light of news items past and present from various parts of the globe.)

I have performed no editorial service beyond tidying up the formats rearranged by (I imagine) countless forwardings. It’s quite lengthy but I found it gripping stuff—make of it what you will:

Here is a perspective by Dr. Peter Hammond. (He was born in Capetown in 1960, grew up in Rhodesia and converted to Christianity.) Continue reading “Book Review”


Why I am now a devout


person. Happy season~!

A Scrooge, though, I’m not. There’s a difference? Could be—but first cast your eyes (admit it, you’ve already peeked) over this snap and then I’ll explain—

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—here in Southland it’s now just a couple of weeks to the summer solstice and already we’re feeling the full blast of ol’ Sol at his peak. In between frequent unseasonal antarctic blasts, that is.

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gobbling the traditional seasonal (it means mid-wintry) fare in (say) a garden hot house with the thermostat turned right up and no exits. Just you try wearing your Santa suit Screen Shot 2014-12-04 at 10.16.16with full beard, or dragging hot screaming sticky infants around the overheated shops filled with other happy snarling “Ho bloody ho ho” celebrants struggling desperately over the last Anna at the ‘Frozen’ stall (the Elsas and Olafs went ages ago).


may find it hard to understand my disassociation with seasonal festive joy. And well you may—I’ve spent some very happy Christmases overseas where the feeling is entirely different. No comparison. And yet still we (we?) persist down here. Must be mad.



in Invercargill our two ‘big’ department stores this year set up their Santa grottos and Christmas displays on the 25th of October … fully two months before the Jolly Gent and his deer little dears are due to invade peoples’ homes legally.

By the time Xmas arrives it is all done-to-death, with ever increasing commercial pressures applied to all and sundry—especially to kids. Kids make great levers to force parents to cough up.

Screen Shot 2014-12-04 at 10.16.30LEVERAGE?

You bet! There’s a dollar in that lady’s purse and the merchants want it. No holds barred and all senses invoked.

(Yesterday in town The Spouse and I were driven from the street outside H&J’s department store by the racket being blasted forth. We were innocently passing—to hell with going in, we ran for cover and/or distance.)(You know, I used to love carols, once … but waiting for the pedestrian ‘Cross Now’ little green man light was actually painful.)



at that snap high above. Typical of the breed, and what does it tell us?

Look again at the wording—

“Stocking fillers”

—and that’s it in a nutshell.

Kids are trained to expect full stockings, full pillowcases, full rooms; every bit as much as adults are conditioned to ‘fill stockings‘. So it’s no longer giving a gift—it’s now a bounden social obligation: a duty. It’s a conditioned response: you HAVE to do it. Got a quota to meet …

Cui bono?


if there’s a gap in them there stockings—any gap—you’ve failed. You are a miserable miscreant pathetic disaster of a parent:  stockings are for filling, dammit! You know, FULL! (Just ask any merchant …)

And afterwards the kids can crawl out from behind vast piles of frantically ripped off wrapping papers to compare notes, to measure whose pile is the biggest; and to start smashing their new computers and iPads; then get out into the street to compete with their peers and so readjust social hierarchies and status pecking orders (the most expensive/sought after rules the roost).


should only ever be from a loving heart? Never from the meeting of an onerous obligation?*

Giving isn’t a social obligation—but try telling that to any harassed mother with bleating kids in tow through over-heated shops crowded with others likewise scrabbling to meet quotas.

And the saddest words I ever overhear, too often, are:

This’ll do for Auntie Myrtle (Cousin Blossom, Mum, Dad, etc)”

This’ll do~?

Ye gods … but ya gotta meet yer quota, no? So get ‘em anything you think you might get away with, and the cheaper the better … no?


that nobody from the Northern homes of real seasonal (here it means relevant) Christmas/Solstice celebrations (you know: snow, cold, holly, happy-cheery-festive folks) could possibly understand what I’m on about. Good for you, and long may it last … some people do try, not only for the punter’s buck but to preserve some hint of the spirit whilst chasing said buck—

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—as in this back-street florist’s window. You can just make out the convergence of Christmas ‘trees’ done in lights with the reflected glares of summer.

Hell, a buck is a buck and let’s milk it when and where we can, get the punters in buying and sort it out from there …


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But we do get in on the Boxing Day sales when every precious thing at a premium yesterday is now garbage being dumped at half- or quarter-price, detritus to be cleared away whilst making ready for the Easter displays.

Next year I may post snaps of the first such we happen across (it won’t be long). There’s big bucks in them jolly bunnies and chocolate eggs. Watch this space …

Oops, nearly forgot—




Ho ho ho to all and jingle tills, jingle tills, jingle all the waaaaaay~! to all men. Women. Persons.

Bah humbug …


* … “they exchanged gifts” … is that a transaction, do you think? Is the government missing a taxation opportunity here? Will they ever wake up and tax teddy bears? (On receipt—they’re already taxed on purchase.)(And raw materials, and manufacture, and transit, and handling … ye gods, even teddy bears are mostly tax …)




How much is enough?


is NOT a dirty word. You use the big bad C word but you actually mean Banksterism


—and fresh in tonight some more wordage you may find interesting. Certainly many will find it novel—the more novel, the greater your acceptance of your indoctrination and the propaganda you’ve been force-fed all your life.

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Try shutting your conditioning off and look at this lot (quotes, below) with an open (or at least, a neutral) mind—

“Again, this isn’t intended to rant against wealth. We tell our students each year at our entrepreneurship camps– wealth accumulated by producing valuable products and services, through hard work, great ideas, and risk-taking, is pure and noble.

By creating wealth for yourself you create wealth for others, and you create progress for humanity.

But we’re not talking about wealth creation. We’re talking about theft.

This system puts money in the pockets of people who are already wealthy by sacrificing the purchasing power and savings of everyone else. The rich get richer, the middle class gets hollowed out, and pensioners get squeezed.

They have completely broken capitalism and replaced it with state-sponsored welfare for select corporations and special interests. Totally destroying upward mobility in the process.”

It’s interesting to note that (according to Mac’s onboard dictionary) the word ‘bankster’ has been around for over a hundred years. As an aside, how long has the USA’s beloved ‘Fed’ been around—and in that time what has happened to the purchasing power of the once almighty US dollar? Ouch.

A buck


from which I quoted above is from a newsletter advisory I subscribe to. For free. The guy is out for a buck and good on him—it’s an honest buck.

The article is sourced:  click here

—and make of it what you will.

Your call …

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(US five-cent note images courtesy of Wikipedia)