our return to blogging

THE BOER NATIONS.
"Take a community of Dutchmen of the type of those who defended themselves for fifty years against all the power of Spain at a time when Spain was the greatest power in the world. Intermix with them a strain of those inflexible French Huguenots who gave up home andfortune and left their country for ever at the time of therevocation of the Edict of Nantes. The product must obviously beone of the most rugged, virile, unconquerable races ever seen upon earth. Take this formidable people and train them for seven generations in constant warfare against savage men and ferocious beasts, in circumstances under which no weakling could survive,place them so that they acquire exceptional skill with weapons and in horsemanship, give them a country which is eminently suited tothe tactics of the huntsman, the marksman, and the rider. Then, finally, put a finer temper upon their military qualities by a dour fatalistic Old Testament religion and an ardent and consumingpatriotism. Combine all these qualities and all these impulses inone individual, and you have the modern Boer--the most formidable antagonist who ever crossed the path of Imperial Britain."

This inspiring piece was written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle...him of the Sherlock Holmes fame. I would like to agree with it...well, except maybe the part about being god fearing. I have some reluctance to accept the "beard in the sky" belief based on what people and books have to say about it. Even though I am sitting in dreary London now, have been for some time, I still keep up to date with what's happening back home. Recently I've started think how Afrikaans white people seem to be blamed for all the trouble and woes in South Africa. And we seem to just quietly bow our heads and accept this. Is this from a deep seated guilt, that possibly the world's media and populace could be correct and these problems our country face now, is directly related to how our forefathers saw fit to run our country? I hope not. There is a lot I could say about this, but prefer not to, as this would put me into the category of Afrikaans people that I have come to despise. The one's that go around the UK and admit to Afrikaans people being the unjust ethnic cleansers, the one's responsible for putting South Africa in the state in which it finds itself now. Needless to say, these "patriots" have no idea of what really happend, have no inkling as to how much better and stronger South Africa was under a white goverment. I'm not advocating we go back to apartheid, but judging by interviews I have seen recently with black people livinig in informal settlements, many of whom say that they prefer the old, white Afrikaner goverment back. This comes from black people, completly disillusioned by the black regime who has made countless of promises and and failed to achieve the majority of them.

I prefer to keep the description from Arthur Conan Doyle as the image i have in my minds-eye of my nation and culture. I prefer not to see the soft, complacent, complaining Afrikaner nation that is emerging

on irrational anger....

so it's been ages since one of us has posted. dunno if people are still reading this....just felt like venting a bit. sometimes, when i'm on the tube going someplace, i often get overcome with this sudden overpowering urge to take the person or persons sitting next to me, grab them by the collar and ram his/her/their head repeatedly against the window...or pole. actually, come to think of it, any hard surface would do. i'm really not picky, would gladly settle for anything. this irrational rage has appeared all of a sudden...dunno from where. i fear that one day will be one day...and i wont be able to stop myself from satisfying this....dare i call it a need?...inside of me? makes me kind of sort of realise that maybe, deep down inside, on some primal level, we're all just animals with base needs...but with the option of controlling those dark desires. with this realisation, i wonder what it would be like if, for one day, EVERYONE left their control at home before starting their dismal commute to work. i think it would be an exhilarating and fun filled day!! that day i will wear my steel boots, grab a baseball bat (bit cliched, but hey, it's my fantasy) and proceed to work of some anger and frustration. i can tell you one thing, if, for some fantastic reason, every time you maimed someone ( wouldn't go so far as killing anyone ) you get 1000 pounds sterling....well, needless to say i will be very damn rich at the end of the day! ahhh....its nice to dream...innit? and.....the background music to this will be wait and bleed / slipknot (which i have put in the player for your listening pleasure) ahhh....the joys of dreaming....oh and i started studying, quite some time ago to be honest, its going good, my exams are in 4 weeks, and then i will grab my future by the balls and show it where I buried the carrots. (just doesn' have quite the same ring to it in English...waar danie die wortels begrawe het, lol))

Thank Goodness For Modern Medicine

So we all might have a bright future after all…..!!

Acknowledgment of a great post!

Yeah! I totally agree with dewaldt on his philosophical rambling as I admire these men whom have reached their destiny at such a wonderful young age!!It’s always good to know at a young age exactly where you going in life and how you’re going to get there!!

I mean really ……. What are the odds of this being an accident?
Must be destiny … right?

some philosophical rambling...

so recently ive had a few conversations with some really interesting people. now, im one of those people who like to know as much as i can about any given subject, which i have been told on numerous occasions, can be quite irritating. something that has been gnawing away at the back of my mind is whether destiny and fate exist. and how do they differ? if they differ at all. ok, if i understand it right, then destiny is essentially your purpose in life, what you are meant to achieve or do. could be you were created to be the person that works in some nuclear armoury in Iran and your sole purpose in life is to be the idiot that trips and falls on the big red button that says "to launch damn big nuclear bomb to annihilate american infidels" and launch said bomb. fate on the other hand, is the banana peel you slipped on. think that sums it up...think. fate sor of nudges you in the right direction as it were. makeing sure that u do launch the bomb. now, im going out on a limb here...bear with me...if we all beleived in our destiny, would we need fate? if i did beleive in this, i should think that fate is needless, right? or am i being stupid here? The problem we are faced with, of course, is what exactly is our Destiny, and how do we go about fulfilling it? And that is where Fate has a significant part to play, for most of us have little memory of what we have committed to do, and are so caught up in the material world that we lose sight of our own unique qualities and potential. i dunno....just seems to easy for me. so your born, your destiny is imprinted by way of a small metallic chip....sorry, thats the new world order, innit (hehehe)...somehow its imprinted and then your spat out into this cold cruel world and tada!, you go about fulfilling your destiny. your whole life path mapped out and semi written allready? ok, so when i make a big oopsie, i might say "demmit, i was destined to fall over my own feet.....5 times in one day" but when i have worked my ass off for something, struggled against unbeatale odds (which i naturally overcame with debonair grace) then i'm supposed to turn around and say..."well, my destiny is fullfilled. so...where do i go next?" or something silly like that...dunno, personally i like to think that ive done it by myself, with no help from anybody or anything. think it will give me a better sense of acclomplishment than shrugging and going "oh ok, it was destined for me to become supreme ruler of this earth. where is my elite trained rabbits that took over the world on my whim?"....but the rabbits are another topic alltogether! feel free to leve a comment that could change my mind.

editor-in- chief (yup, i gave myself another promotion. unable to tell u the perks as i will have to ....you know the rest...)
dewaldt

Just A Theory

So I escorted this really pretty girl to a restaurant the other day and after some drinks we were ready to order our main course, when it finally arrived we indulged ourselves in some fine dining.
…then it hit me, like a bullet through my brain…..
EVERY goddamn time I take a bite of my fine choice off the menu, the bloody waitron comes along, obviously seeing that im incapable of saying anything, and asks us if we are enjoying our food, if everything is in order or if he could get us anything else!!!!
So being incapable of saying anything what do you do……? Smile and nod!!!!!!!

WHY!!!!!

I think I might be on to something with this one….

The only conclusion I can come up with is that all waitrons over the world are sent on a secret training course to deliberately do just that!!
If a customer cant say anything then there would quite obviously be nothing for him to complain about!!

mmmm…. Would like to here your thoughts on this one?

Profound thoughts.........

Did you ever stop and wonder......

* Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'llsqueeze these pink dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"

* Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'mgoing to eat the next thing that comes outta it's bum."

* Why do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn thetoast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

* Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?

* Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, butdon't point to their bum when they ask where the bathroom is?

* Why does your Obstetrician, Gynaecologist leave the room when youget undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?

* Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They'reboth dogs!

* Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream??

* If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests? (This one kills me!!!!)

* If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made fromvegetables, then what is baby oil made from?

* If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

* Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have thesame tune?

* Stop singing and read on . . .. . . .. . . .. .

* Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?

* Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he bitesyou, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

* Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrivefaster?

a belated mothersday mention.....

This weekend was Mothers Day back in wonderful South Africa and we would like to take this opportunity to thank all our mothers and mothers-to-be and to say we hope that your children and spouses treat you like the beautiful mothers you are.
Here are some things our mothers thought us through the years:

1. My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION..."Just wait until your father gets home."
2. My Mother taught me about RECEIVING...."You are going to get it when we get home!"
3. My Mother taught me to MEET A CHALLENGE..."What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you! Don't talk back tome!"
4. My Mother taught me LOGIC..."If you fall out off that swing and break your neck, you're not going tothe store with me."
5. My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE..."If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze thatway."
6. My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD..."If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job."
7. My Mother taught me HUMOR..."When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
8. My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT..."If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
9. My Mother taught me about GENETICS..."You're just like your father."
10. My Mother taught me about my ROOTS..."Do you think you were born in a barn?"
11. My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE..."When you get to be my age, you will understand."And last but not least...
12. My Mother taught me about JUSTICE..."One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just likeyou....Then you'll see what it's like!"

Jaco

jaco turns old....

If there was one date I really dread it must be the 6th of May for that is my day of birth!! Must be some childhood mental block for we all know that this is the day the WHOLE family comes to pinch your cheek and say things like “Aaaaaaaagh aren’t you getting big” or some other stupid catch phrase they probably picked up along their lonely lives!!! But not this time!!!!! No not for me, because I am stranded on this god forsaken island with only good friends who knows birthdays shouldn’t be exploited!!

………….or so I thought…
……….

Dewaldt was the event coordinator so every body that knows him should now all simultaneously say “aaaaagh shit!!!!”
It started off slowly with a couple of beers at home then we went to walkabout in temple! This turned out to be quite fun as we dsldfolnfgld ldficz vdfznvljvh zdilu!!!
Sorry that is all I remember!!!!!!

We awoke the next day feeling quite relieved that we found the right apartment!!
So we headed off to Camden Town for last minute shopping and as dewaldt tried to get all the string of events lined up for the night it all got dazed in a cloud of what you would call really good Russian vodka!!!!
We ended up in the cross – a really cool looking club with 3 or 4 different themed dance floors- having a really great time where dewaldt hooked up with a lovely Oriental girl.

As fortune would have it I finally met someone too!! She is more eastern Europe so that makes her a Hungarian which was perfect for I was a bit peckish too! As it turned out she was much more than a beautiful face and getting to know her better was a road I would gladly travel again!

After having such a strange but wonderful turn of events I think I’m finally over my childhood fear which was replaced with drunken stupidity and fun!


Jaco

Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them......

jaco is not going to like this post. we just might have words concerning this! at the top you will notice a gemsbok. beautiful arnt they? they look so serene, so peaceful. just minding their own business, not bothering anyone. now, just past them, maybe to the right, maybe to the left, you WILL NOT notice a hunter. he is hiding. hiding so that he can shoot this graceful animal and hang its horn's up on his garage wall to show all that he is the powerful man that stood 600m's away and shot this animal. yup, big strong powerful man that shoots something that doesnt even know it's being hunted. now, personally, i think this must be the epitome of manliness, hunting something that couldnt give a fuck either way, seeing as it has no sporting chance to escape or fight back. i am completely sure that if given prior notice and the killing field limited a bit, ie the big all powerful hunter has to gut the animal with a knife, after he has run it down by foot, then the buck would win.but no, this hunter is so consumed with self-importance and the knowledge that he is superior in every way, that he doenst even try to make it sporting. stand so far from the animal, get it in his scopes....and here is the difficult part.....he pulls the trigger. metres away in his telescope he sees the buck fall down, all grace fled as life leaves it mortal casing. oh, sometimes they are nice and only shoot the old ones or the males or some such load of kak, cause then they can breed and then there is more for them to kill!! brilliant! now after this strenuos hunting episode (and strenuos it was...mighty warrior gets up in the morning, gets in car and drive to where the nearest animal is docile waiting on a death it does not really want....and thne drive back) most likely they go back to camp and drink themselves into a stupor. and lo and behold...this tiring routine is carried out again. oraait....maybe i am a stupid girlie man who does not like seeing animals hurt for now reason other than for some overweight, middle aged man to feel like he has a pair of iron balls....but i dont see any sense in this!! how can there be any thrill hunting a quarry that doesnt fight back? where's the skill involved in that? can anyone tell me? i must be missing something to be so uninformed. ok, enough of that....and just in case you were wondering....i do not know the meaning of the word sarcastic

dewaldt