The abuse of odds ratios and psychosis.

Repeat a hundred times: correlation is not causation. The odds ratios look good. But the rate of serious mental illness (Schizophrenia, Bipolar and schizoaffective disorder) was 50/100 000 in this cohort of male conscripts. Most people with low emotional stability (ie, the neurotic) and social immaturity did not develop psychosis. Read More

People, people, people.

The NZ Budget is out, and the greens are livid. Their favourite means of spending and controlling is the environment. It is their useful myth: when the data indicates their models for global warming are wrong it becomes climate change. I am not a… Read More

The crisis is upon us.

A few things have happened over the last couple of days, while I've been distracted. Firstly, the Muslims have over reacted. They have killed children, girls. The visceral hatred of the English should not ever be discounted. Yes, they have been… Read More

The mantle of heaven.

Time to compare and contrast. A state that is legitimate gains its authority from God, who appoints the magistrates (see Rom 15). When a state excludes the divine then it loses the mantle of heaven. Literally. And there are consequences. The… Read More

Hymns for Bruce.

We buried Bruce today. It is not my place to talk too much of his life, for I only knew him over the last three years. He had thirty years in the church he served. He had sixty years in the tramping club. He was married 68 years. His children, grandchildren and about 250 others were there. These are the hymns and lyrics.
King of glory, King of peace, I will love thee; and that love may never cease, I will move thee. Thou hast granted my request, thou hast heard me; thou didst note my working breast, thou hast spared me. Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, and the cream of all my heart I will bring thee. Though my sins against me cried, thou didst clear me; and alone, when they replied, thou didst hear me. Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise thee; in my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise thee. Small it is, in this poor sort to…
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And now for something completely RocketLab.

I don't have any dollars in RocketLab. It is privately held to date, but it is very typical Kiwi Hi Tech. We like, small, light, carbon fibre... and we hate lawyers, human resources, and trolls telling us what to do. The launch site is at the… Read More

Sunday Holy Sonnett

Fifteen Wilt thou love God, as he thee. then digest, My Soule, this wholsome meditation, How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy brest. The Father having begot a Sonne most blest, And still begetting, (for he… Read More