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Continue reading →: Isn’t it time we (once again) cooperated and got on with our to-do list?How mime before myth made the first theology … Mm. Are Gods Necessary? We gestured toward the moon, the mountain, mused of teacher—great father. This was our first theology: movement, memory of the mentor gone. In his image, gods we made. They were not omnipotent. They were necessary— to explain…
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Continue reading →: Blinded with Activists’ Crap“Spontaneous” protests—follow their money, follow their emotions. Folly by folly, let’s punch the lights out of some of today’s highly lucrative protest jobs—and the activists who spin emotions into “movements.” If you’ve ever looked at a protest that seems spontaneous but suspiciously well-organized (banners, bullhorns, even brutally well-armed “shock troops”…
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Continue reading →: Water: South Africa’s Dice with DeathTrump’s tariffs might be the needed wake-up call: stop exporting our lifeblood in grapes, avos, and maize. You’re dying of thirst in the Northwest, and some slick corporate suit strolls up, siphons the last drops from your canteen, and sells them to a guy sipping cocktails in London. That’s South…
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Continue reading →: Roaring Back to Life: My Journey with the Lion Diet … Snippets7 July 2025 … I went to see my doctor last week for the latest flu jab AND for a politics and sport chat over a long lunch 🤗. It’s 2.5 years since I consulted him on a medical matter! I feel good about that. Length of time on 95%…
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Continue reading →: Theft: The Singular Crime … Snippets5 July 2025 … Northern Jiangsu’s Transformation Once as dysfunctional as some of South Africa’s Cape townships, Northern Jiangsu has become one of China’s most desirable places to live—four distinct seasons, safe, seamless transport links, small-city amenities, and incomes on par with the national average. According to YouTuber Mr Hunzi,…
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Continue reading →: Theft: The Singular CrimeIsn’t it time for you to reconsider law through the lens of human evolution? Bulawayo, 1966, 3 a.m. I sat shivering beside my mentor. We’d stopped at a deserted red light, our vehicle carrying a freshly butchered kudu. “Just go. Everyone’s asleep!” I whined. His response was my first lesson…




