Vandag, vir die wat dit nie weet nie, is uitskop-lopskop dag.
Al die kantoorwerkers is veronderstel om in ontspanningsdrag by die werk te
wees.
Hoop die manne het hul bloeddrukpille byderhand;))
Annette
watter mens in sy/haar regte mind kan nog dink dat moordnaars en
verkragters verdien om te leef. die sestien jarige gestremde meisie is
dood nadat drie hijackers die bussie van die gestremde skool gehijack
het. sy was to blykbaar te stadig om uit te klim toe skiet hulle haar.
doodstraf deur te hang is te genadig vir hulle. bring hulle kerkplein
toe sodat hulle gestenig kan word.
Hellooo Reisiger, lank laas van jou gehoor ou, hoe gaan dit nou?
:-)
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Hoeveel van julle hier op die ng weet wat putsaers was? Nie veel nie
glo ek. Ek kon die woord ook nêrens in 'n woordeboek kry nie, dus was
dit seker maar beperk tot die bosbou, woude en saagmeulens.
Dit het so gewerk: Voor die saagmeulens hulle eie elektrisiteit kon
opwek (later Evkom), wat sirkelsae laat draai het wat boomstompe in 'n
japtrap kon opsaag in planke, was die werk deur putsaers gedoen. 'n
Diep sloot, so diep dat mens nie 'n man wat daarin staan kon sien nie,
met vertilale kante en so paar meter lank, is in die grond gegrou.
Die stomp hout is dan in die lengte oor die "put" geplaas en twee
mans, een bo en een onder in die put, het dan die stomp in planke
opgesaag met 'n treksaag.
Daar waar ek grootgeword het was dit veral dennehout wat so gesaag was
en nat dennehout gooi mos 'n morsige taai gom uit as jy met hom werk.
Om dus sy klere te beskerm het die onderste putsaer gewoonlik
heeltemal kaalgat (verskoon die woord maar dit klink soveel meer
beskrywend as "nakend") gewerk. Die gevolg was dat sy voorkant na so
'n werksessie letterlik van bo tot onder met dennegom besmeer was. Hy
moes dan net redelik vinnig by die huis kom (darem met sy overall aan)
voordat die gom te droog geword het.
Dis nou waar die storie inkom. Een middag toe so putsaer by sy huis
kom vind hy sy liewe vroutjie alleen daar en beide word toe deur so 'n
erge belusting gepak dat hulle net daar en dan aanmekaar vlie "to do
what comes naturally." Eers toe die gehyg ophou kom die tweetjies toe
agter dat hulle op 'n baie delikate plekkie redelik pynlik aan mekaar
vas sit, want sien, hulle kon nie wag dat hy homself eers skoon kry
nie. Gelukkig het die buurvrou die eienaardige geluide van langsaan
gehoor, gaan ondersoek instel en die tweetjies toe maar - baie
versigtig sou mens aanneem - met 'n skêr van mekaar losgeknip.
Waar storie? Hoe sal mens weet? Daar was net drie mense by betrokke,
twee van hulle sou defnitief nooit 'n woord daaroor gerep het nie,
maar het die buurvrou nie dalk 'n woordjie hier en daar gefluister
nie? Wie weet?
Drom
Wenk: As jy ooit druppels dennegom op jou kar kry, haal dit met
brandspiritus af.
Meegaande artikel uit die "Citizen" van 03 September 2002 plaas dinge
(ietwat) in perspektief - verskoon die Engels:
"The Citizen" Tuesday 3 September 2002
by Andrew Kenny
ARE you for life or are you for death? The honest answer from some of the
greens would be: for death.
The biggest eye-opener for me at the WSSD was on Genetically Modified (GM)
Crops. My training is in physics and engineering and so I do not know much
about the biological sciences. I had listened vaguely to arguments for and
against GM crops, thinking on balance that they were probably quite a good
thing. But now I have changed my mind.
What changed it was listening to three small farmers, one from the
Philippines, one from India and one from northern KwaZulu-Natal (one Mr
Buthelezi). They were part of discussions held by the Sustainable
Development Network. All three told the same story, and the story startled
me.
They are all small farmers, depending for survival on little crops of maize
and cotton. Their crops were attacked continuously by two ruthless enemies,
the bollworm and the corn borer. They devastated the crops. To try to
control them the farmers used large amounts of pesticides, which destroyed
all the beneficial insects, poisoned the soil, damaged their health and
killed one of their workers. The farmers were desperate. And then they were
given GM seeds.
It changed their lives. They were Bt seeds (Bacillus thuringiensis) which
provide the plants with a natural defence against the pests. The crop yields
doubled or trebled. They did not have to use pesticides any more, which
saved them money and improved their health. Beneficial insects came back.
For the first time ever, these small farmers began to make enough money to
improve their living standards. They benefited and the environment
benefited.
That night on the TV, I saw a sleek, rich, young white British woman from
Greenpeace being interviewed on the subject of GM crops. She said they
should not be used until we had done years more testing. The message of
death from Greenpeace was clear: "You darkies must go hungry, poison your
soil and destroy your biodiversity until we, the wise white Bwanas from
Europe, decide that GM crops are acceptable."
The sickening, condescending, callous, racist arrogance of Greenpeace!
Meanwhile, I have changed by mind on GM crops. I used to believe they were
probably a good thing. I now believe they are a wonderful thing.
Here's to science, life and GM crops! Here's to a healthy planet for all our
people, plants and animals!
Op 4 Desember - ekstra kampeerverblyf word in die Krugerwildtuin gereel vir
mense wat dit daarvandaan moet sien.
Wonder hoe lyk die slotte aan die tente:)
Annette
Dit is miskien goed dat daar so 'n week is, maar jaar na jaar sien ek net
plakkate wat my daarvan bewus maak, en op die TV 'n handtolk by die nuus.
Miskien moet ons permanent handtolke of onderskrifte by alle programme op TV
kry - altyd - en kan die publiek meer bewus gemaak word van hierdie mense se
dilemma.
Dit geld natuurlik vir alle gestremdes - nie net die dowes nie.
Annette
Blykbaar was die WSSD glo 'n sukses.
Daar is 43 ooreenkomste bereik, en daar is ook gevorder om 'n ooreenkoms wat
10 jaar gelede bereik is werkbaar te maak.
Die vraag is natuurlik hoeveel van die ooreenkonste van 10 jaar gelede is al
ten volle ge-inplimenteer, en hoeveel van hierdie jaar se ooreenkomste sal
binne die volgende 10 jaar implimenteer word.
Malbob Mugabe het natuurlik die afgevaardigdes om sy pinkie gedraai en
beweer dat slegs plase weggeneem is van diegene wat meer as een plaas het -
en die logiese vraag is dan hoekom so baie blanke boere dan die land verlaat
het as hulle dan nog 'n plaas gehad het.
En as Malbob en sy vrou elkeen ten minste een plaas het, hoekom kan 'n boer
en sy vrou dan nie elkeen een plaas besit nie - maar sulke vrae is nie gevra
nie - hy is met 'n dawerende handeklap vereer.
Die politici mag miskien dink dit was 'n sukses omdat daar 43 ooreenkomste
bereik is - waarvoor niemand pa staan of dit wel implimenteer gaan word
binne 'n (onbepaalde) tydperk nie.
Dit was nog steeds net 'n sirkus.
Baie mense, organisasies en regerings het bitter baie geld spandeer om iets
by ander tuis te bring hier, en ek weet nou nog nie wat die doel was van die
protesoptog nie, want waarteen die menigte ookal protesteer het, is nie eers
bespreek of eers erkenning aan gegee ter bespreking nie.
Elkeen het maar net vrolik voort op sy eie beueltjie geblaas, kop geknik,
die nodige geluide gemaak dat die mense tuis weet hy/sy is darem wakker, en
nou is almal lekker uitgerus, uitgevreet, en maak hulle reg vir die volgende
tedoe oor 10 jaar.
ek sien die Israelis praat om lewe in die Dooie See te
blaas deur water vanaf die Rooi See te pomp.
'bordered by Israel, Jordan and the Palestinian
territorities would promote peace in the region. By
piping water from the Red Sea to the Dead Sea would
bring extra water to the region through a desalination
project and top up the declining sea.
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