Irukandji’s article on the decibel levels of emitted mixed gasses, (principally methane), competing against the after-effects of a lightning flash, prompted me to re-think my participation on News24.
The seeds were sown on Thursday/Friday last week, when some comments were deleted, presumably as a result of my unrefined writing skills. Irukandji’s position with regards to his compassion and the allegory using the functional ability of the hearing organs of the Suidae family, were thus not falling on deaf ears, (so to speak), as far as I was concerned.
Dear readers, those few that still might be with me, please note the absence of any offensive language in an effort to comply with the Comments Policy. I have thus refrained to comment on the olfactory effects of the earlier said emission, although some would argue that the inclusion of sulphurous particles in the gas may attract attention amidst the general clamour of a lightning storm.
That of course, is only if you are a non-vegan. Vegans, we are led to believe, do not have to use paper or any other faecal obliterating agents as their intestinal gasses, accredited to the intervention of some paranormal entity, do not smell at all. (Certain scholars would have it that this might be attributed to the dreaded One-horned Pink Unicorn. –Citation needed)
Do not believe that this article is to denigrate a master of history, ignoramus of flying matters and name sake of a certain mountain, either. Neither will it behove to suggest, as a general comment, the author’s preferences when it comes to canine grooming. As age progresses one does develop restraint, even affection for, and a tendency to associate with, those that can conjure up fond memories of a Saturday winter’s afternoon, deep within the influence sphere of Bacchus, reluctantly sitting in the passenger seat of a shutter Datsun120Y, while circling the Welkom Horse Shoe and dreaming of Louis the Min Dae Train. (Reluctant because the bugger’s sister was in the back seat!)
This article is also not about correcting Bergie & Charles on their research errors made. These slight misdirections are a shame and could do with some adjusting to do justice to an otherwise very well written piece. Hitler in fact did visit Australia. It is clearly noted by Evita Weiss in her book, “Hitler, the Missing Years”, where she specifically wrote about the dark brown patches in his life when he clearly was absent. His noted disassociation from himself, and even later from reality, eventually boomeranged on him.
“Heil Sphincter” was only popularly used when the tide turned against the Germans on the East Front and the troops were begging Hitler to save their A$$€$, by retreating. Here again, I have tried to keep it clean, but unfortunately there are few other options left to express factual information such as this.
I am finally starting to comprehend the impossibility and futility of competing against Thor, (I’m not referring here to the condition which may be cured by Vaseline or Palm Oil). Kathryn Schultz postulates in her book 'Being Wrong', that: "Zealotry demands a complete rejection of the possibility of error." The misplaced, tongue in the cheek, chutzpah displayed by asking SPF100, whether it is thus an inference that Atheists are Zealots, earned the searcher for the greater meaning of life with a short, but definitive response, that such a question is DOF. I humbly apologize for wasting the sage’s time and doubting his reasoning. I will now die happily knowing that Atheists are such Zealots that being wrong about any deity is an impossibility.
You will also understand that I do not want this to degenerate into the merits or demerits of Emmett’s comments on the state of the nation either. (That BS we hear annually). Or even heaven forbid, on the Scoville scale ratings of someone’s mammalian appendages, attractive as the thought might be. The rating scale started where pepper ended, it is said.
Sufficient to say that my position on the response article to old Blackhawk's by an Australian horse, (and thus from the neddy’s mouth), lengthily explaining why the US is so lowly while defending the hallowed Republic, could be summarised in a short statement: “Pots and kettles are usually perceived to have the same high levels of pigmentation”. Unfortunately while this is correct and in line with PC terminology, it does not take cognisance of the past and treats both pot and kettle as equals. My bias is acknowledged for not recognizing the truth that one was disadvantaged and thus more equal than the other.
The article has also prompted me to question the ability I have of even sowing some doubt in the minds, never mind changing the minds, of raving zealots like Mo. In keeping with some of my sarcastic, nay insulting comments on such matters, I should thus be musing on the possibility of his absolute lack of any cranial matter. No I will not. His disappearance from N24 will sorely be missed and prevent responses that are produced as easy as in the parlance of US Navy aviators: “Clubbing baby seals”.
This all said, Irukandji may very well have made a totally valid point. Is there any sense in even caring about the unsolved murder of Cock Robin or Robin’s Cock (or hen)? Is the dusty and hoary aphorism that the Pen is mightier than the Sword, invalid today in the world of social media? Should we only concern ourselves with the well-being of those near and dear to us? And condemn the rest to Hades? (Last sentence not for atheist consumption).
Should we be troubled by the example cited by MemeMan that $2,3-billion was spent in one day on sweets, when only $2,5 bn will be on SKA, and that over 10 years to boot? Should we thus worry about a paltry R250 million on a rondavel upgrade? Couple of murders for the day? The odd rape here and there?
Perhaps Irukandji is right. Let the lot go down the tubes for all I care. The electrons used to write this will not matter one iota. One gets tired. In fact it is perhaps better to give in, (not up).
And yet somewhere a microvolt of thought in my addled brain still calls for once more into the breach.