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Wildlife Utopia in Santa Rosa

Camping in the Santa Rosa nature reserve in the north-west of Costa Rica in 1994 there were iguanas around the campsite:

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I didn’t know if it was wise, in the days before the great Steve Irwin, but after inspiration from legendary David Attenborough etc, and knowing it would be a great photo:

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Night-time was a raccoon party:

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Howler monkeys sounded like lions:

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As MIST (Midwinter Ideal Sunrise Times: November 21st to January 21st) enters its second week in Blighty (now after 8am, with the latest around December 21st) and the Northern Hemisphere, and is joined by Advent Calendarists since yesterday, here’s a POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunset photo (one I made earlier [than the POP MIST theories], remembering Blue Peter!):

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Conspiracy Theories ‘It’s So Easy!’; Watford Tricked into Contributing to Imperfect 6?

I’ve been listening to Guns N’ Roses Live at Perkins Palace 1987 while researching this, hence the heading. Rock music used to be my ‘religion’ back then, with football its ‘shadow’. Axl sounded great then, with a tirade about those who think they’re ‘rock stars’. Clubbing took over in the 1990s, while football emerged back into prominence, as I’ve mentioned here before.

My ‘Opposition’ Angle to Manchester Devil Conspiracy

So when I chose a university, I chose Leeds, as I’d supported United since 1970 (I know joking about chameleonising will probably confuse the matter, greenYgrey-style, making Leeds fans think I’m just trying to camouflage myself amongst them, getting benefits or safety, but it’s the ones that haven’t believed me that make me joke about it, and inspired my thoughts of ‘chameleonising’; the green and gold socks I had in Oz were probably down to price, although I might have also joked about them being Aussie, or helping me fit in, knowing my sense of humour, which was the same then: self-proclaimed genius with self-parody.

I never even bought any AC/DC or Rose Tattoo merchandise in Australia, despite being a fan since 1980, and being described as looking like Bon Scott, whose death had been instrumental in making me a rock fan, via singles of AC/DC with him singing re-released. I had a Guns N’ Roses t-shirt, as seen on the cover of the Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, not seeing much further than them and American metal at the time

This season I’ve liked Manchester City in the Premier League because they’re playing the best football… and in sky blue. I know it’s silly, but I’ve always preferred blue to red. Ironically, that was the theme of the Gnomeo and Juliet movie that I watched recently!

My computer froze there; tech gremlins or devil dealing, I don’t know; and I’ve probably written enough for a blog anyway.

Vicarage Road Quietened by Red Devils Attempt at 666

I was going to write about my research into the 55 that Fred ‘the Red’ Manchester United mascot wears, but will save it to another day; I hope to survive until then.

I will just add that Manchester United got an imperfect 6 last night, with Watford scoring 2 of the 6 goals. Mourinho was disappointed that Manchester United hadn’t scored 5 or 6 by the time Watford started scoring after 70 minutes; maybe Mourinho wanted 6 by the 66th minute!?

 

 

 

 

South American Native People Photos

The Americas have had their problems, and rivalries, same as elsewhere in the human world. The native people have suffered the most, but are still surviving, and as I wrote previously, Evo Morales has become President of Bolivia since I visited. Here’s some photos of the native people in South America:

I think this one was taken on the way to the Colca Canyon to see the condors near Arequipa in Peru:

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A market in La Paz, Bolivia:

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A market in Ecuador:

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David Icke Satanism Talk stopped at Manchester United Devil Logo Ground: Conspiracy with a Twist

Having discussed Manchester United being nicknamed the Red Devils last week, with the devil dominating their club badge, I thought I’d check out what David Icke had said about such symbols, as I’d watched this video below before, and blogged about it, and had wondered why he hadn’t mentioned them then, as he talked about Satanic symbolism and alien controllers feeding off energy and emotion at big sporting and music events:

So I searched David Icke last night, and lo and behold, the two subjects of my interest appeared together straight away, with David Icke having been stopped from staging a performance at Manchester United a few days previously; the day after my blog post actually, although I had no idea about it.

I find it strange that David Icke would even try to stage it at Old Trafford, home of the Red Devils, after what he said in the above video: is he not creating the same kind of energy and emotion, and in a venue with the most obvious Satanic symbolism.

On a side issue, that reminded me that they’d found higher energy levels at some mountains they think could be ancient pyramids in Bosnia, recently featured on Unexplained Files… which is sponsored on Quest by my media provider, Virgin; as well as U.F.O.s the Lost Evidence, which has all the latest evidence, being made this year.

Moreover, Icke didn’t mention it in his complaints about it, instead framing it just as a freedom of speech issue. Is Icke not ‘connecting the dots’ as he likes to advise his audience?

That’s not a big criticism of Icke, whose videos I enjoy, and like the global religion history information, even if I don’t agree with all his theories.

There was no mention of this blog in any of the news media either, and my computer system’s had a couple of attacks/loss-of-internet in the last couple of days; the first blocked by my security provider and the second sorted out by me; hence the late post!

Although it was a heavenly sky blue day today as well, with a lovely yellow-looking sun!

Americas Bird Photos

Ben Fogle recently joked about watching birdlife with a double meaning of women on his programme New Lives in the Wild, so it must be okay, but I have no need to do it in this blog post, as it just features birds of the flying kind.

These photos were taken in the Santa Rosa park in Costa Rica’s north-west. I think I just found out twenty-three years later it’s a white-throated magpie jay, and a cover star of the park’s speciality birds. The name reminds me that I also saw beautiful blue jays and redolent red cardinals in North America.

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These were taken in Peru’s Colca Canyon, near Arequipa, below Lima. I stayed in a village near the canyon the night before, as the condors emerge early, getting a memorable view of the night sky in all its glory from the Andean mountains with little light pollution; the village didn’t have electricity, just using candles and torches for light. I saw this bird of prey first and thought it might be a condor:

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But when the condor arrived, it was so much bigger, I knew it was the real thing:

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These photos were taken in the Brazilian Pantanal wetlands. The first photo features parrots, and I think the second does too.

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Amber ‘Must Be’ Heard Speaks… and Bobby George ‘Gone To Pot’ Sparkles

This has turned into a ‘cascade of thought’ blog post, relating to Chris Packham (honourable inspiration for greenYgrey world nature correspondent Chris Packwolf)’s description of his thought process in his Asperger’s documentary; celebrating words of female independence, when wanted, I’ve been promoting during my creative writing career over the last twelve years.

I was ready to write a blog about how the two months of time known in the greenYgrey world as MIST (Midwinter Ideal Sunrise Time – a month either side of the shortest day in the northern hemisphere) is only three days away (just reminding me of the words I related to from working-class Londoner Bobby George on Gone To Pot last night, that he only worships what he can see, natural things; Bobby was a good laugh and advert for our demographic throughout the entertaining and informative reality show trip across the U.S.A.; as they all were; the stereotype would probably have been John Fashanu being most pot-positive; reminding me that I’d written I was a Marc-tyr the other day, when afterwards I thought it should really have been Mar-c-tyr, but then I thought I knew Tyr from somewhere, thinking it was the Celtic god of light, but after I looked it up it’s more the Norse god of light, law and war; with a relationship with the wolf Fenrir, and the dog Garm, but not good ones, so not like me there!; but John Fashanu, bringing it back to Gone To Pot was the most anti), and how, as an afterthought, I’d thought it reminded me of Black Sabbath’s Children of the Sea lyrics (thought to have ecological warning meaning): ‘In the misty morning, on the edge of time’, which I thought of firstly as Dio-era Black Sabbath’s Heaven and Hell song, but the Children of the Sea song is from the Heaven and Hell album; a classic album released in the first year of my rock/metal era, 1980); which led me to this video of Dio playing Heaven and Hell after leaving Sabbath and going solo on YouTube, which has a great greenYgrey lightshow and picturesque POP (PinkyOrangePurple) backdrop:

Ironically, long after I thought of Black Sabbath’s Children of the Sea having MISTy lyrics, looking up Tyr I saw that Black Sabbath had an album called that, and that it was loosely a Norse mythology concept album, which I remember now. It was after the Dio age, which followed the classic Ozzy era, and wasn’t very successful.

Talking of my demographic, and Ozzy, I remembered reading Ozzy’s last words at the end of the Black Sabbath’s last concert to his bandmates were something like ‘Now F**k Off!’ That’s the kind of self-parody humour the upper classes don’t seem to get, always trying to be ‘nice’, and trying to ban through Multicultural Fascism one-way political correctness.

Amber Must Be Heard… and Seen

Although I loved Amber Heard’s new greenYgrey photo MIST; oops, most; I also liked a lot of her wise words in an interview on MSN news: ‘”I always tend to do things truthfully and do the right thing. All I strive for in life is never get the temptation to try to be popular, liked, accepted. It’s never anywhere equal to the desire I have to live my life truthfully and with dignity and with pride,” Heard tells GQ Australia. “I wouldn’t be able to do that if I wasn’t living honestly, so it was never tempting to me to live another way.”

I hope she likes these words and the quite clever, in a self-proclaimed genius self-parody kind of way, wordplay with her surname and the gist of her interview, Amber ‘Must Be’ Heard blog post title.

Like Taylor Swift’s portrayal of her mind in the Look What You Made Me Do song, Wikipedia says Heard is an atheist inspired by the books of Ayn Rand: ‘obsessed with her ideals. All I’ve ever needed is myself”.

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I’ve also tried to be honest with this blog and the greenygrey; and true to my ‘art’, such as writing this blog completely, rather than commercially, without adverts or cost; trying to write the truth as I see it, rather than catering to the trendy, either on the right or left extremes, even though I think one of them would provide more sales and popularity, as at the moment I seem unpopular with both in an increasingly bipolar western world!

For example, I found out that Tyr is being used by Scandinavian nationalist movements just now on Wikipedia, and while I agree with their efforts to control mass immigration, I still included a good review of John Fashanu in Gone To Pot, because that’s what I thought.

I also liked the counterculture style communities they visited in GTP, but I also like northern Europe being a home for its native people, as I do for other natives and their continents and lands. I didn’t agree with colonisation, and I don’t agree with the colonisation of Europe.

Amber Heard Replaces Holly Valance (Candy)

Oz seems to have found a near identical AAWsome replacement for Holly Valance, star of Werewolf of Oz, and GQ magazine has shown its gratitude by making Amber Heard woman-of-the-year… and providing a POPtastic podium for her to speak… well pinky-purple anyway:

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I would write that I think my XaW Files: Beyond Humanity is relevant for the Ayn Rand reader, but don’t think Amber’s Heard about it, but I think that’d be one name wordplay too far, so I’ll move Taylor Swiftly along…

Australia and Peru Qualify for World Cup 2018

After recent blog posts here featured photos from my travels to Australia and Peru, they became the last two qualifiers for World Cup 2018 this week. It is Peru’s first qualification since 1982. Here’s some more photos from Oz and Paddington’s home:

Oztory, Australia-History 1989: Setting for Werewolf of Oz 2012 

Air guitar on a Sunday afternoon:

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Inadvertent Motley Crue impersonation, white-water rafting in Snowy Mountains:

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Beach weekend north of Sydney (one featured in yesterday’s blog):

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Snowy Mountains, note the Aussie green and gold socks, early evidence of chameleonising!:

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Peru, 1994 Huaraz Lake in Andes Mountains

I stopped in Huaraz, Peru on the way down from the Ecuador border to Lima, and hiked to a nearby lake, after getting a bus to near it as I remember it:

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Are Your Friend Filters Full? Or do you think they’re ‘Foolters’, Clogging Your System!

When you’re young you put up with some rubbish ‘friends’ because you want to have company, someone to go out with, and to go to good places and parties etc, to not seem a friendless loner; as they get persecuted of course, as Chris Packham described he was in his Asperger’s documentary.

Friend groups can be great, but usually decline in importance as you get older, as most of the hippy communes soon fell apart in the 1960s, as described by Adam Curtis in one of his liberal left-wing orientated documentaries.

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In Defence of the Department of Youth (Motley Crue Memories of My Youth)

As I described in my recent article about the Scottish Highlands on TravelThruHistory, I now liked the way all the people on the holiday, who were oldish, kept to their set places on the bus and dinner tables. I don’t think this is a sign of being better, just the way it is, because of age: both the physical and mental properties of humans; body, mind and spirit.

Young people are full of energy, and everything is new to them, so they are both driven by their physical properties and desire to learn about life to move about a lot; in social conditions this means they naturally feel like moving about and interacting with others, whereas older people don’t have that energy drive, or interest in others, as they’ve been there and done that.

The above is an attempt to provide a philosophical insight into why there is often generational conflict, in line with my position as a PhD graduate, and as a peer of Adam Curtis. I propose that the reason is not more physical or mental, but a combination of both. Recent science has also shown that younger people naturally like to sleep later, which has over the years been interpreted as laziness or rebellion; hopefully, such new knowledge will help humanity understand each other, across generations and other social demographics.

I’ve tried to have such conversations with some of my friend groups over the years, but they usually lower it to sex and race, which is why I had to free myself from them, and am eager to escape to my peer group now. However, hopefully you’ll be able to understand this, and interpret it correctly.

Stormy Seas – Clouds of Culture – Friend Foolters

Over the last few weeks I’ve proposed that the masses are kept ‘below the surface’ of knowledge by continuous waves of mass immigration, and the clouds of culture they bring, with the countries that are affected, such as Blighty, continually having to have the same social debates and arguments; such as race, gender and sexuality; as new cultures arrive from the ‘developing world’.

One of the reasons I gave up my friends was that I was bored with their conversations, and thought I could learn more and be more entertained from documentaries on television. If you have friends groups who you really relate to, and that are very knowledgeable and funny, you may find them more stimulating than television, and first-hand spontaneous comedy built on years of ‘local cultural knowledge’ can be better than planned, as seen on television, but overall, the most talented people can usually be seen on television.

Documentary ‘Gas Giant Gravity’ 3G Entertaining Knowledge

While I’m often critical of the ‘establishment’ and the ‘BBC‘ I am probably a product of both more than anything, as I declared recently in my gas giant gravity (3G) theory, and watching Blue Planet II and Sky at Night recently I feel like they are providing the most up to date confirmed information or scientific theories information available.

On a more sensational level, Quest’s ‘The Unexplained Files’ and ‘UFOs: The Lost Evidence’ provide the latest unconfirmed theories and evidence.

If ‘immigrants’ are watching such programmes with open minds, and learning the latest science, then it would make mass immigration look better. However, many/most seem more interested in hiding away from it, maintaining their Middle-Eastern monotheistic myths, to keep their families and communities under their manly monopoly.

If you filter that as my gender and race prejudice, then you are just like one of the foolters I cleaned out of my system, like fat from a clogged artery, to help you breathe better. Some of those foolters were university graduates, but weren’t humanities or social science students, but thought they knew everything about it.

I think I’ve learnt the latest knowledge about the above science subjects from the documentaries, but know I’m no expert in any of them; but also think that makes me quite wise, remembering that 2500 years ago in ancient Greece, Socrates said that the wisest were those who know they know little.

Marc Latham books available on Amazon.

 

Remembrance Poetry Top of the POPs

While POP has become more known as the twilight colours acronym for PinkyOrangePurple in my writing, it was also the subject of my favourite war remembrance poem of mine, where I wrote a poem around the nursery rhyme Pop Goes The Weasel, posted on fmpoetry in 2010. Here it is again for 2017’s Remembrance Sunday:

Marc Latham’s Armistice Day poem started off as a normal Folding Mirror poem, but then when he wrote peep goes the whistle in the middle it reminded him of the nursery rhyme pop goes the weasel.

After looking the nursery rhyme up he thought he would include parts of the rhyme (in black) to contrast fun peace time elements, like memories of civilian life, to the main horrors of war, in the present, poem (in red).

The Whistle Cried Heavy

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the weasel.

waiting in the purgatory
of trench hospitality
dead dreams of peace
vermin, mud and disease
a date with destiny
is awaiting me

peep goes the whistle
Up and down the City road,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the weasel.
my comrades carry me

over the top
amongst the deadly crop
bullets, wire and metal
please god cry heckle
an enemy’s greeting
our hell’s garden meeting

All around the cobblers bench
the monkey chased the people;
The donkey thought ’twas all in fun,
pop goes the weasel.

Pop Goes the Weasel explanation and nursery rhyme.

For British soldiers, allies and the victims of war;
and in the not optimistic hope that one day soon there will be an end to war.

British Legion