I Think I’ve Been There REPRINT

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From July 5, 2020

This is Charles R. Knight’s 1894 painting of Elotherium, an extinct animal that resembled a wild boar. That’s cool–but what I’m really interested in is the backdrop.

This reproduction, the only one I could find, doesn’t quite capture the dried-out yellowish tones of the banks of this gully. You’ll have to imagine that. The gully is full of water and the animals are crossing it. Farther up toward the horizon, the gully feeds into a more permanent stream. And then a river? Then the sea?

The thing is–I think I’ve been there! Years and years and years ago. You got there if you went all the way down Orchard Street, back when there was still an orchard there, well past all the houses, and then just park your bike where this little bridge went across the gully. You could easily climb down and wade in the water–which of course you wouldn’t do if  there were Elotheriums present. They look irritable.

It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that Knight used real places as the backdrops for his paintings of prehistoric life. I wonder: did he wander into my childhood, or did I wander into one of his paintings?

When TV Personalities Spout Gibberish REPRINT

From January 21, 2015

Remember, back in 2011, there was a spate of TV reporters, live and on the air, uncontrollably spouting gibberish? ( http://vigilantcitizen.com/latestnews/judge-judy-the-4th-to-talk-gibberish-on-air/ ) The most famous victim of this mysterious affliction, was Judge Judy, who aborted a taping session because all that would come out of her mouth was nonsense. Judge Judy was immediately taken to a hospital and thoroughly examined. Doctors were unable to find any cause for what had happened to her.

There’s video, all over the internet, of this happening to reporters in and out of the studio–all of it at roughly the same time. Various explanations came and went. Reporter was having a mini-stroke; about to have a stroke; a mild epileptic seizure; some rare kind of migraine. None of these stuck. A few commenters suggested that someone was doing this on purpose, using experimental technology to interfere with the victim’s ability to function mentally. That didn’t stick, either.

So yesterday I found myself reading a novel in which the members of a scientific team working on a top-secret missile project, one by one become unable to talk anything but gibberish. Naturally I thought of that spate of on-air gibbering in 2011.

The book was written in 1957: The Electronic Mind Reader, a Rick Brant Science Adventure by John G. Blaine, the pen name for Hal Goodwin.

Goodwin, who during his career worked for just about every government agency you can think of, was on the cutting edge of his era’s technology. His Rick Brant books are full of insights into the electronics wizardry of the time–which was a lot more sophisticated than you might think.

The point is, Hal Goodwin was very well-informed and knew what he was talking about. In 1957 he described something that we didn’t see until 2011. I haven’t finished the book yet, so I don’t know how the bad guys made this happen–but what was Goodwin on to? I’m sure he wouldn’t have used his books to leak official secrets. But was there someone in 1957 who had found a way to foul up your brain by remote control? Imagine a hand-held device–something that maybe looks like a video camera–that gets pointed at you and suddenly you can’t express a coherent thought anymore. Would that be scary, or what?

Check out the link above, and watch the videos. Watch what happens to those poor reporters as they try to speak.

Hmmm….

Be sure to read the comments–there is a clip of Al Roker freezing for a number of seconds  almost as if he heard a trigger word…

Beware! Here Come Killer Robots! REPRINT

From May 29, 2015

A computer science professor at Berkeley has warned that “research” by the Defense Dept. (B. Hussein Obama, proprietor) could create “drones which can track and kill targets even when out of contact with their handlers…. the research could breach the Geneva Convention and leave humanity in the hands of amoral machines” ( http://godfatherpolitics.com/22681/killer-robots-will-destroy-us-scientist-warns/ ).

How much worse is that than being at the mercy of immoral and wicked human beings?

I believe Professor Stuart Russell means well, and that he’s trying to warn us against what he sees as a very real danger. He may even be right. Who knows what the DOD lab-rats get up to, behind closed doors?

Naturally, this conjures up visions of The Terminator and other robot menaces. Oh, dear–another thing to worry about! Aaagh, we’re all gonna die! From Global Warming… or Income Inequality, or Homophobia, or Too Much Red Meat in Our Diet and Not Enough Tofu… or the ocean is going to dry up, or else flood over all our coastal cities.. from overpopulation, underpopulation, or simply not enough Trans People to go around. From whatever.

See what terrors you get into, when you don’t believe in God.

If your god is such a patzer that he can’t protect his own creation from little ants and fleas like us, then your god is not God. If your god sent his only son to earth to redeem the human race, and it didn’t work because the human race totally destroyed itself, then your god is not God and your savior is not Jesus Christ.

Wise up, O men of God.

Memory Lane: The Shark Arm Murders REPRINT

From August 21, 2015

Let us stroll down Memory Lane to Sydney, Australia, 1935, and one of the most strange and baffling murder  mysteries of all time: the “Shark Arm Murders” ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shark_Arm_case ).

Why does it have such a weird name? Attendez-vous.

Some Australian fishermen caught, alive, a 14.5-foot tiger shark and brought it to the city aquarium. The big shark did nothing for a week, and didn’t eat, but then fell ill and vomited up a bunch of interesting objects–including a severed human arm. (Note: I’m going by the account of the case given in The Book of Sharks by Richard Ellis, Knopf, New York, 1989, which differs from the Wikipedia article in a few details.)

They killed the shark–for no good reason I can think of–but the medical examiner found that the arm had been removed from its original owner by dint of a very sharp knife. The shark had certainly not bitten it off.

Based on fingerprints, and a well-preserved tattoo of two boxers, investigators were able to identify the owner of the arm–an ex-boxer now augmenting his income by being a police informant. He was in a risky line of work, and I suppose it caught up to him. He went missing some days before the fishermen caught the shark, and was never seen or heard from again.

Anyhow, detectives did their best, they finally arrested someone whom they considered a highly likely suspect, but the court said it couldn’t render a Guilty verdict on the  basis of a loose arm in the belly of the shark. (Offstage we hear Robert Shaw singing, “Farewell and adieu to ye, fair Spanish ladies…”)

There’s some controversy about whether the arm was actually inside the great big tiger shark or the much smaller shark swallowed by the tiger earlier. We shall let Mr. Ellis have the last word.

“An animal so indiscriminate in its eating habits that it eats coal, boat cushions, and tom-toms, would be only too eager to taste a swimmer or a diver–which must look more edible than an unopened can of salmon. Perhaps the label was still on the can; maybe tiger sharks can read.” (pg. 126)

Satanic, or Just Plain Loony? REPRINT

 

I went back and tried to bring over the video to this post, but I couldn’t. If you wish, you can watch it on YouTube    PD  2/24/2026

From June 8, 2016

 

On June 1 this wack-fest was held to celebrate the opening of the Gotthard Base Tunnel under the Alps, in Switzerland. I have selected the shortest of many videos that illustrate–well, I don’t know what it illustrates.

To me the images created for this event seem like something from a badly damaged brain shorting out just before it flat-lines. To others, it’s a lot of New World Order/Illuminati code and symbolism that reveals a satanic origin. Or maybe the Swiss are just trying to one-up the Presbyterian Church USA: their General Conference opening ceremonies are generally a hoot.

I don’t believe in secret cabals of fiendishly clever villains micro-managing world history in the service of their master, Satan. But I do believe in fiendishly stupid or demented, overpaid, overpraised, in-love-with-themselves big shots who blunder into one folly, one mass sin, after another… in the service of their master, Satan.

As weird and apparently lunatic as the images in this ceremony are, what’s weirder still is the gallery of well-dressed, obviously upper-crust ninnies soberly and sagely watching it all.

They’re the ones, I think, we have to watch out for.

‘The Learning Channel,’ Culture Killer REPRINT

From July 20, 2015

You didn’t really think I’d post a picture of some “transgender teen” up here, did you? Here is a monarch butterfly instead–in total contrast to the grotesque content of this post, for which I apologize in advance.

I suppose we can’t expect much from a cable TV channel that airs Say Yes to the Dress. But really–when you take ideas and practices that the whole human race has emphatically rejected for untold thousands of years, and suddenly try to make them the groundwork of your morality… well, you wind up with something like TLC’s All That Jazz: a “documentary series following the life of transgender teenager, Jazz Jennings, as she [sic: every cell in this person’s body continues to be male] balances school, family [note that school comes first] and her [sic] social life” ( http://www.locatetv.com/tv/i-am-jazz/season-1/9260065 ).

In this week’s episode, “Worried about keeping puberty at bay, Jazz and her [sic] mother visit the doctor to discuss her [sic] hormone test results.” Did your mother ever worry about keeping your puberty at bay?

As Jazz himself explains, “I was assigned male at birth {what? what kind of talk is this?] but happily live as a girl!”

I shouldn’t have to be the one to say this: but there is something evil and twisted going on in that family, and to celebrate it on TV, and pretend it’s good and praiseworthy, is more evil and twisted still.

Possibly some of this is just the age-old nooze media fascination with anything outlandish and bizarre. Dog bites man, so what? Man bites dog, it’s news.  But the man-bites-dog stories always go away in a few days, while this transgender stuff, already rancid, just keeps getting heaped higher and higher. Our popular culture is coming to resemble a Superfund site.

At the root of this is rebellion against God and the perverse desire to proclaim oneself as God. “Assign me male at birth–oh, yeah? Well, I’m gonna make myself a girl–so there!” Or as Satan put it to Eve, “Ye shall be as gods” (Genesis 3:5).

And in this case, it’s all crap, to boot. If you are male, every cell in your body has a Y-chromosome. No matter how you have yourself mutilated surgically, no matter how much you have yourself shot full of drugs and hormones, you’ve still got several million Y-chromosomes. You are still male.

Learn to live with it… if your demonically inspired parents give you a chance.

Flying Man Races Airbus (What???) REPRINT

From October 19, 2014

This is one of those news stories that just sits there thumbing its nose at everybody.

As reported by The Daily Mail, the pilots of Airbus 320, descending to land at Manchester Airport, were “stunned” when a flying man zipped past their airplane at 3,500 feet ( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2798083/is-bird-plane-no-s-passengers-flew-macclesfield.html ).

No, they did not see a flying saucer. They saw a flying man. They estimated he came within 100 meters of the plane. Nobody saw a parachute, a balloon, a wire, or a magic carpet. We are not told whether any of the passengers saw the flying man, who was in view only “fleetingly,” the pilots said.

Don’t you love this story? It’s better than the one about the guy who attached a multitude of helium balloons to his lawn chair and went way up into the sky and freaked out airplane pilots and passengers. That turned out to be true. But doing it with balloons is one thing. Just being a flying man with no visible means of support or propulsion–well, that’s another.

Don’t bother to suspect those Airbus pilots of lying. Handing in a report that you saw a flying man at 3,500 feet is not a resume enhancement. I’m surprised the pilots mentioned it at all.

But what does it mean? Who was the flying man? How did he get up there–or was he just on his way down from somewhere else? Was he really flying, or just falling? But radar checks failed to pick up any sign of anything up there other than the Airbus.

Where is Charles Fort when you need him?

I was going to try to make a hypothesis about this incident, but it’s just too strange. We’ll have to wait until a lot more flying men are seen.

Somehow that’s not a thought that makes me comfortable.

 

Is It a Lie or a Delusion? REPRINT

From June 16, 2015

Consider the sad case of Rachel Dolezal, the white woman who became the head of the Spokane NAACP and a regular customer at the racial harassment shop, even going so far as to send hate mail to herself–all of it accomplished by telling people she was black ( http://www.seattlepi.com/local/komo/article/http-www-komonews-com-news-local-Spokane-NAACP-l-6327936.php ). Only now she has to resign her post because her mother and father have provided undeniable proof that their daughter is, in fact, white–and always has been.

Please, someone explain to me how Bruce Jenner really, honest, is a “woman” but poor Rachel is not some unfortunate black woman trapped in a white woman’s body, yatta-yatta. Which statement is a lie, and which is a delusion? Or are they both lies, or both delusions?

Once upon a time they used to lock you up if you insisted you were Napoleon Bonaparte, the Archangel Gabriel, or (to use C.S. Lewis’ example) a poached egg.

But now it’s different. Now everybody else has to join hands and dance around your delusion, singing “Hail, Napoleon!”

What would have happened if Rachel had stuck to her guns and insisted she really is black, she can’t help it if Fate unjustly sentenced her to life imprisonment in this crummy Caucasian body? Would anybody have the nerve to tell her to get lost? Or would she wind up with Bruce Jenner, winning a Medal of Freedom? (And boy, have they debased that award!)

What if she’d remained at her post and threatened to sue the NAACP if they fired her because she’s white? Wouldn’t she have them for racial discrimination?

But let’s make it easy for ourselves. Let’s get down to brass tacks. Anyone who goes along with this blatant nonsense, be it trans-gender, trans-racial, or trans-whatsoever, is completely without even a shred of integrity, and should be recognized as such. In these cases, the enablers in politics, the nooze media, and the schools are much more despicable than the poor lost souls who make war against their own bodies.

Meanwhile, I am a billionaire trapped in a poor man’s body, and I demand my rights!

Third Whopper (You Won’t Believe It) REPRINT

From July 13, 2019

Police said the mom was trying to keep the pool from flying away as she drove.

For those of you who’ve been following Oy, Rodney here on this blog on Sundays, you’re already family with weird stories involving wading pools. But this one’s from real life.

Police in Dixon, Illinois, arrested a 49-year-old woman–old enough to know better–for driving around with an inflated wading pool on the roof of her car… and her two daughters sitting in it “to keep it from flying away” (https://abcnews.go.com/US/mom-arrested-driving-inflatable-pool-car-kids-inside/story?id=64248083).

Not even Violet Crepuscular could have dreamed up foolishness like this.

The woman is charged with endangering the children. The J-school genius who wrote the story didn’t give the daughters’ ages. Not that there’s any age that’s good for sitting on the roof of a moving car.

She didn’t tie it down. Didn’t deflate it, fold it up, and safely stow it in the trunk. No. This potential Democrat presidential candidate just put the pool up there on the roof of her car and had her kids sit in it. Happily, before anything really bad could happen, someone saw this pageant of folly when he happened to look out the window, and called the police.

How much public money, do you suppose, was spent on this woman’s education? Where do we go to get a refund?

An All-New Perversion! Become Disabled on Purpose REPRINT

From June 23, 2015

First I had to give up being a satirist because our society satirizes itself and I just can’t keep up. Now I wonder if I’ll have to quite writing fantasy because the real stuff out there is so much weirder than anything I could invent.

So now we’ve got people who want to be blind, or deaf, or paralyzed, or wheelchair-bound, or an amputee, and alleged “philosophers” to argue their case and try to convince us all that having perfectly sound limbs lopped off is rational and praiseworthy ( http://www.wnd.com/2015/06/prof-doctors-should-amputate-healthy-limbs/ ), and okay, stop this ride right now, I want to get off…

This was being done at least ten years ago by intensely perverted individuals, aided by doctors without a shred of ethics.

But only now has the ideology caught up with the actual perversion.

Yes–now we’ve got wise-sounding sayings from interllecturals to back it up. See, the whole problem is, this person is a disabled person stuck in a healthy body, and he can never feel right [for feelings are totally everything, and from now on reality is to be defined by feelings] unless they’re in a disabled body… They’ve even thought up a whole new word for it, so it can be presented as a worthwhile cultural movement: trans-ableism. Not to be confused with “ableism,” which is a form of microaggression, which is, which is…

What a load of crap.

But this is the natural fruit of Godlessness–poison fruit from a poison tree. We will not accept the reality the Creator gave us. We do not accept the Creator. We create ourselves–literally chopping up our own bodies to do so–and we create our own reality. Which everybody else has got to “celebrate,” or else.

Hell gapes for such.

Because, you see, there’s only one more step down before there are no more rungs on the ladder and you fall into the bottomless pit–

What about  a dead person trapped in a live body?