(as is often said)Death chattering

what it seems.

And fair enough too … except:

sometimes life is too complex to allow the philosopher or scientist to intrude. Like, like, like personally just live for yourself (and try to ‘let live’).

So in everyday life:  who the hell cares if we are all mostly just empty space? Certainly I don’t—if I have an itch I scratch it, if I thirst I guzzle a cuppa. Electrons in orbit, let ’em go spin themselves …


blasted angels can dance on the head of a pin*, or if Christ was a cowboy, or if Mohammed could be done for child molestation were he but alive today? And rightly so— or can exceptions be made for some selected fifty-year-olds who cheerfully bang nine-year-old little girls and brag about it?

Don’t ask me.

Ask the religious; for many millions of souls Uncle Mo is the Grand Ultimate Paradigm. I’m just one old dawg quietly thinking that where you have a contradiction at least one of its premises is wrong.

ye Gods


“Yes, Mr God, Sir?”

“They won’t like it, you know.”

“They don’t have to, Sir—I’m merely scratching an itch here.”

BOOM BOOM * I believe the answer some ecumenical pondering produced (after a great deal of intercourse) was: ten thousand. (I have no idea the margin of error.)


Mary Celeste

was a sailing vessel that found its way into literature as a nautical mystery. No need to recap the story: everyone knows it. Screen Shot 2015-03-19 at 9.41.22

Flash forward to the present day, in NZ’s southernmost ‘city’: Invercargill.


So if you stroll down Esk Street there you’ll find signs of mystery … peer into almost any shop window on the south side of the block and you’ll find something like this Japanese restaurant:

down finger

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—apparently abandoned in Celestian haste with un-oriental disregard for money, property, or investment. Same on the north side … how so, and why?

City Hall, that’s how so, and why—

—let old Uncle MacB explain. (It’s only two minutes out of your allotted span)(but as a thinker you can relate to it, no?)*


Local government bought up enough of an entire city block to render anyone else there disposable—and then arse-holed the few diehard stayers out.

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we pride ourselves on being the ‘world beating’ Free Society … think figuratively; tie in Macbeth’s cheery speech above to our real life. Sadly there’s no way we can ever hold our politicians to account. Hey …  it might provide insight into the Mary Celeste?


* Reminiscing on Queen Free Enterprise …