Well, I see we've redecorated the place since I was last here!
Wayne's constant moaning about 'He took that from me' or 'I said that first' shows how he
really perceives his so-called work in the field of research.
It's all about the dollar.
I'll attempt not to fall into Mr. Herschel's way of using movie cliches and celebrity name
-dropping and look at what he's bitchin' about!
First off, Wayne seeks the truth... a truth that is supposedly hidden from the people of
Earth by means of photograph manipulation, cyber-defamation and book-sales strangling.
I guess that these things could happen, I suppose these sort of tactics are used by countries
that wish certain secrets to remain unknown.
But, wouldn't you think the 'stand-alone' clues would have been erased too?
Wouldn't the forces that monitor in such clumsy ways has to let know Wayne endures a
bugged-telephone and has teams of I.T dudes dismantling any information that comes
and goes from his home, wouldn't they have relaid the turf in such a way that no trace, not
one iota of evidence to show that Ra and his Sphinx-straddling babe-machine had ever
cruised down to Earth and checked out the Pyramid chicks?
Wayne seems to discover pathways to reveal Starmaps and 'esoteric' statements with an
ease that would unerve Sherlock Holmes -himself! (Whoops, there's one!)
When any of his drawings or conclusions are questioned, he drags out the 'they're all in
on it' manual and starts reading aloud.
I admire anyone who will accept the doubts and set about maturely and logically to persuade
the opposition that the evidence -shown is true. But personally, all I see is a spoilt little boy
who whines that anyone who frowns on his findings and call them CIA or any other collection
of capital letters.
But that sort of small-talk is just for the tourists... let's look at what he sees when he looks
at the world around him.
He's sees money. He sees the opportunity to take money from the suckers who wallow in
this 'I'm not just a number, the Star Gods know of me' hogwash. True, the crowd isn't very
big and that gives off an indication that Wayne's regurgitated, badly edited and short-term
theories cannot be swallowed by the majority of the masses.
But here he is with his fingertips on a discovery that has the potential to change everything
that the world accepts and what does he crow about...?
'They didn't pay me... The rich are gonna make more off my back... oh, they're all against me'
To put it another way, look at Fred and Burt and their metal detectors.
Fred looks for treasure, Fred wants treasure so that he can sell it and move to Florida with
his wife Mabel.
Burt wants treasure too, but he enjoys the history that that's lays alongside the mud-clogged
artifact. Burt knows that if he unearths a find that can stand the tests of doubt, that item may
well change historians and possibly, even the world's views on what came before.
Fred dreams of that pile of Roman coins, or that sceptre with the big jewel still stuck in it.
Burt hopes for Julius Caesar's secret stash that was to be used to bribe the Senate again.
He even wishes that the Ruyi of the Ming Dynasty would 'ping' from his dectector -one day.
Both guys seek the same goal, but for different reasons and that's fine. The reasons are
placed before you at the beginning and whether you think monetary gain is okay or history-
challenging discovery is noble... well, it's your bag, you carry it!
But don't switch between the two.
Fred would look ridiculous -and so would his hobby if he pulled a dented and scratched
Chape from the sodden soil of St Ninian's Isle and said "Give us a 'undred quid for it...?
It's yours in the name of history!"
Burt would seem just as foolish if he lifted up a sandstone slab and saw a Phoenician tablet
that spoke of loves and lives within a small community. Holding it aloft, Burt would cry out
"For those who come after me, this is yours... now, who's bidding?"
See? It doesn't work.
Here endeth the lesson... Wayneth.
edit on 18-7-2012 by A boy in a dress because: (no reason given)