What a weekend! What a holiday! Millions of Americans celebrating the very
freedom they fear, and that nice man Bob Geldof telling us evil Americans
what we should be doing with the money we work so hard for! Why, we should
be sending it to Africa, that's what.
Lets give thanks that Live 8 is over. What a bunch of sanctimonious,
self-righteous, narcissistic jerk-offs. They top off their great
multi-venue circle jerk Sunday with a demand that the United States cough up
some more money for something they refer to as "aid and justice for Africa."
These rock stars have a goal. They are demanding that the evil United
States cough up 0.7% of its gross domestic product and send it to Africa.
What these footstools don't grasp is that the 0.7% isn't theirs to demand
or theirs to distribute as they see fit. That money belongs to the men and
women of the United States who got up every morning and went out and damned
well earned it. Personally, I don't give a flying fornication just how much
of our money they think should be sent to Africa. I dare say that the
average sheetrock installer in Sheboygan donates a greater percentage of his
earnings to charity than do these insipid rock stars.
And just what is it about Africa? Here is a continent with an incredible
abundance of natural resources -- and a history that speaks to nothing but
poverty. So, these Live 8 guitar players want to do something about poverty
in Africa? Maybe they should be demanding the return of land in Zimbabwe to
the white farmers from whom it was stolen! Just a few decades ago Zimbabwe
was one of Africa's richest breadbaskets. Zimbabwean farmers fed their own
country and many of their neighboring countries with the food from their
farms and ranches. Then along comes their new exalted ruler ... the great
Robert Mugabe. He sends his goon squads out to steal the land from the
white farmers - murdering many of them - and turns those farms over to his
revolutionary soldiers. What happens next? Hunger, that's what. Now
Zimbabwe can't even feed its own people, let alone the citizens of
neighboring African countries. To make matters worse, Mugabe is now engaged
in a campaign to destroy the homes of poor citizens in Zimbabwe's capitol so
that they will move back out into the bush where they won't be so visible
and problematic. So ... did you hear one of these rock stars even hint that
the United States should do something about Mugabe? Are you kidding? Sure,
they like want to fight like poverty and like all that .. but that doesn't
mean that they're ever going to like say one like negative word about any of
the like dictators who like steal so much of the aid money and like keep
their own people in poverty.
Oh .. and here's something else that these brilliant rock stars you won't
hear about. I'm talking about the birth rate in Africa. In Africa, as in
America and in so many other parts of the world, the people who can least
afford to raise children are the people with the highest pregnancy rates.
It is considered to be gravely politically incorrect in America to ever
suggest that a woman who cannot afford to raise a child should do something
to prevent pregnancy. It seems you can't address this situation in Africa
either. The solution for African women having children they can't afford to
raise is to go to the United States and confiscate the money needed to raise
them.
The problems faced by Africa are largely cultural. Though our illustrious
rock stars wouldn't touch this, the dominant African culture is one of
irresponsible reproduction, tribal warfare, submission to dictatorial
despots, anti-capitalistic governments and unprotected sex leading to
rampant disease. Live 8 isn't going to change this, and either is
confiscating more American wealth to be poured into this mess.
The answer to African poverty may well be to shed this burden of political
correctness and to start calling the shots over there as we see them. If
these intellectually superior rock stars really want to do something about
poverty and justice in Africa a good first step might be to ask the Western
world to forcibly remove Robert Mugabe from power in Zimbabwe and return the
farming land to its rightful owners.
Yeah ... like that's going to happen.
--
"Look at the murdering Nazis in US military uniforms
storming through Iraq, murdering as they go."
Die naweek is daar 'n storie van die swaar oorlaaide taxi [bussie] wat
blykbaar nie in so 'n wonderlike toestand was nie en toe hulle 'n bult
uitkruie, toe vrek die enjin. Die drywer skop toe ankers en toe gee die
brieke in en die bus begin agteruit loop. Die drywer besluit toe dis tyd
vir hom om te vertrek, en hy spring by die bussie uit. Die bus is agteruit
oor die rand van die pad en rol 'n 100m teen die rant af. 'n Klomp mense
is dood. Die drywer word nou aangekla van manslag op elkeen van die mense
wat gedood het.
Nou, dit bring mens by 'n baie interessante vraag[as 'n mens vergeet van
die feit dat die kombi in 'n haglike toestand was]: Wanneer moes die man
uitgespring het....indien hy enigsins mág uitgespring het? Moes hy wag tot
op die laaste oomblik, of moes hy soos die kaptein van 'n skip, saam met sy
passasiers gesink het?
Daardie mense wat jy van praat wat jy nie meer hier sien nie, sit in die
buiteland...
--
Groetnis
Annette
"George Orwell" skryf in boodskap news:e227327bce76de03ca3c6caeb1005431@mixmaster.it...
> I say old beans what a lovely day. Especially after pondering on my recent
> activities.
>
> I spent twelve years living and working in South Africa and moved away
eight years ago. I was there in the hay days of that previously high handed
regime run by a pack of guttural bastards.
>
> Ive recently returned from South Africa after a two month visit my, my what a change. A breath of fresh air!
>
> Those bastards I spoke of have all but been cleared out you only get to see a few here and there, mainly sucking up to their new masters.
>
> Oh how my associates and I laughed! (Ho-ho haw gutchuffle!! What-O old chap!!)
>
> This was pleasing to the eye. How the tables had turned.
>
> I well remember the days when these beasts would strut about with their
chests pouched out acting in that distasteful arrogant manner of theirs.
Swaggering and carrying on. Their attitude was disgusting to say the least.
They really thought they were one out of the top draw. So it was so pleasing
to the eye to view their plight first hand.
>
> Oh yes, they were a cancer on the Nation, a blight on the land now they have thank God been reduced to a smelly smudge.
>
> I say, such a splendid happening old boy what!
>
> These were the same critters that tried to take us on total waste of time. Were still here, theyre gone. Bloody waste of space there were.
>
> So old bean, onward I say, what tally ho! Kick their filthy arses I say.
>
Jaap die Skaap was nog een van Zuid Afrikas so grootste skrkfers van sy tyd.
Ik onthou as ons onderwyser het ek gebliksem as ons nie elke dag een van Jaap se verse lees nie.
Jaap is bekend as die ou met die grootste poephol in Afrika zuid van die Noord Paal.
Hier dan nou is sy mees bekende een, n Boeretjie se Lament wat hy geskry het in 1842 met n pen wat in sy hol gesteek het. Hy het sy boude geskyf heen en weer en die pen het mooi op die papier geteken.
n Boeretjies Lament
Oe hoe lekker is my kraak
Net soos sy ouma se snaak
Die Boome is vol blaaie
En en soek iemand om to naaie
Ik sing soos n doos wat wil aasem kry
Aasem baasem knaasem blaasem
Oe die varsheid van die nuwe lewe
Die nuwe Zuid Afrika met al sy wonderbar
My nuwe baase is soo lekker
Hulle gee me n paar pennies as en die tuin mooi kry
My nuwe baas is donker bruin
En skree vir my dat is is dom
Maar ek is soo bang vir hom hy laat my poep
Poep in my broek poep inmy broek
Ek moet nou my eie broek was
Omdat ek is die tweeklas mens in hierdie land
Oe mei lekker lament is nou amper oor
Ek stand en huil omdat eks n boer
Ja my mens ons was altyd groot poepholle
Dit was net dat ons dit nie wil of het gesien het nie
Finis.
Nou kan julle maar sien hoekom die afrikaaners en boere hierdie Jaap de Skaap so lief gehadt het.
Ek sien vanoggend op TV dat daar van die Amerikaners is wat nou in hul klere
skeit omdat Meksiko besluit het om een van hul bekendste 'cartoon'-karakters
te vereer deur dit op hul posseëls te sit. Nou is die snaakse mannetjie
toevallig swart en met dik lippe. Dis nou onvanpas en rassisties. Nou
wonder ek net of iemand iets sou gesê het as die snaakste ou wit was of
iemand sou gekla het? En, swart mense hêt dik lippe en ís swart!
Terwyl ek Bosman se "Cask of Jerepigo" lees, merk ek op dat hy 'n stuk
geskryf het oor Fred Perls, die vader van Gestalt teorie. En dat hierdie
boek blykbaar in Johannesburg vir die eerste keer gepubliseer is. Ek
vors toe bietjie uit op die internet en vind uit dat Fred Perls van 1933 tot
in 1945 in Johannesburg gebly het, op vlug van die Nazis.
Gedurende die Tweede Wêreldoorlog het daar nogal baie
interessante mense as vlugtelinge uit die oorlog in Europa na SA
gekom. Die Griekse koningsfamilie was een voorbeeld. Daar was
ook 'n hele paar goeie akteurs wat liewers in SA wou bly terwyl
Hitler in Europa aktief was. Ek onthou nou die naam van Hermione
Gingold, wat later in Hollywood - films verskyn het. Maar daar was
nog ander beter Engelse aktrises wat die toneelwêreld in SA
verryk het. Ek kan nou net nie hulle name onthou nie.
Konneksies met Europa was somtyds nie so 'n goeie
ding nie. Die SA regering het byvoorbeeld geweier om vir
die digter Peter Blum burgerskap te gee, blykbaar omdat
daar twyfel was Nazi-konneksies in die familie.
Ek het nog al die tyd gewonder of Herman Charles
Bosman nou 'n Afrikaner was wat in Engels geskryf
het, of 'n Engelssprekende Suid-Afrikaner. Onlangs
het ek egter, in die voorwoord tot 'n herdenkings-
uitgawe van " A Cask of Jerepigo " die antwoord
gekry. Hulle haal Mary Morison Webster aan
wat in 1957 in "Forum" die volgende skryf:
" Wherever he is, or whatever he is doing,
becomes illumined for the reader. True,
he makes mistakes with his tenses, as
many Afrikaners do, because he habitually
thinks not in English but in Afrikaans.."
Dis geskryf ses jaar na sy ontydige dood in 1951
aan 'n hartaanval. Hy was nog maar net 46 jaar
oud.
Ek behoort nou seker nie rassisties te wees
nie, maar dit gee my groot genot om te weet dat
die twee beste skrywers in Engels in Suid-Afrika
tot op datum - Herman Bosman en JM Coetzee -
albei volop Afrikaanse bloed in hulle are gehad
het. JM Coetzee was nou wel Engelssprekend
in die huis. ( Sy ma was 'n SA Duitser en sy
pa 'n Afrikaner.) Maar ek dink hy het Afrikaans
foutloos gepraat, en het ten minste een Afrikaanse
boek van Wilma Stockenström in Engels vertaal.
As ek reg onthou, het hy ook sy eerste boek,
"Dusklands" eers in Afrikaans geskryf.
Dis natuurlik ook werd om te noem dat
ten minste twee van die beste Afrikaners wat
in SA geskryf het tronkvoëls was. Herman
Charles Bosman het vier jaar in die tronk gesit
omdat hy iemand ( glo per ongeluk) doodgeskiet
het. Breyten Breytenback het nog langer in die
tronk gebly. Bosman het van sy beste werk gebaseer
op sy ondervindinge in die tronk.
Deur die jaar reel so baie mense / dorpe / ens feeste. Soos byvoorbeeld die
Biltongfees op Potgietersrus om maar een te noem.
My probleem is dat ek baie keer eers van die fees hoor as dit alreeds
plaasgevind het, weet iemand dalk van 'n site wat redelik op hoogte is van
feeste wat oor die land gehou word.
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