If we got Christmas from the Roman Catholics, and they got it from paganism, where did the pagans get it? Where, when, and what was its real origin?
It is a chief custom of the corrupt system denounced all through Bible prophecies and teachings under the name of Babylon. And it started and originated in the original Babylon of ancient Nimrod! Yes, it stems from roots whose beginning was shortly this side of the Flood!
Nimrod, grandson of Ham, son of Noah, was the real founder of the Babylonish system that has gripped the world ever since—the system of organized competition—of man-ruled governments and empires, based upon the competitive and profit-making economic system. Nimrod built the Tower of Babel, the original Babylon, ancient Nineveh, many other cities. He organized the world's first kingdom. The name Nimrod, in Hebrew, is derived from "Marad," meaning "he rebelled."
From many ancient writings, considerable is learned of this man, who started the great organized worldly apostasy from God that has dominated this world until now. Nimrod was so evil, it is said he married his own mother, whose name was Semiramis. After Nimrod's untimely death, his so-called mother-wife, Semiramis, propagated the evil doctrine of the survival of Nimrod as a spirit being. She claimed a full-grown evergreen tree sprang overnight from a dead tree stump, which symbolized the springing forth unto new life of the dead Nimrod. On each anniversary of his birth, she claimed, Nimrod would visit the evergreen tree and leave gifts upon it. December 25th was the birthday of Nimrod. This is the real origin of the Christmas tree.
Through her scheming and designing, Semiramis became the Babylonian "Queen of Heaven," and Nimrod, under various names, became the "divine son of heaven." Through the generations, in this idolatrous worship, Nimrod became the false Messiah, son of Baal the Sun-god. In this false Babylonish system, the "Mother and Child" (Semiramis and Nimrod reborn), became chief objects of worship. This worship of "Mother and Child" spread over the world. The names varied in different countries and languages. In Egypt, it was Isis and Osiris. In Asia, Cybele and Deoius. In pagan Rome, Fortuna and Jupiterpuer. Even in Greece, China, Japan, Tibet is to be found the counterpart of the Madonna, long before the birth of Christ!
Thus, during the fourth and fifth centuries, when the pagans of the Roman world were "accepting" the new popular "Christianity" by hundreds of thousands, carrying their old pagan customs and beliefs along with them, merely cloaking them with Christian-sounding names, the Madonna and "Mother and Child" idea also became popularized, especially at Christmas time. Every Christmas season you will hear sung and chanted dozens of times the hymn "Silent Night, Holy Night," with its familiar "Mother and Child" theme. We, who have been born in such a Babylonish world, reared and steeped in these things all our lives, have been taught to revere these things as holy and sacred. We never questioned to see where they came from—whether they came from the Bible or from pagan idolatry!
We are shocked to learn the truth—some, unfortunately, take offense at the plain truth! But God commands His faithful ministers, "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and show my people their transgression" (Isaiah 58:1). Shocking as these facts are, they are the plain facts of history and the Bible!
The real origin of Christmas goes back to the ancient Babylon. It is bound up in the organized apostasy with which Satan has gripped a deceived world these many centuries! In Egypt, it was always believed that the son of Isis (Egyptian name for "Queen of Heaven") was born December 25th. Paganism celebrated this famous birthday over most of the known world for centuries before the birth of Christ.
December 25th is not the birthday of Jesus the true Christ! The apostles and early true Church never celebrated Christ's birthday at any time. There is no command or instruction to celebrate it in the Bible—rather, the celebrating of birthdays is a pagan, not a Christian custom, believe it or not!
Thus the ancient idolatrous "Chaldean Mysteries," founded by this wife of Nimrod, have been handed down through the pagan religions under new Christian-sounding names.
Herbert W. Armstrong (1892-1986)
The Plain Truth About Christmas
Christmas
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Monday, 13 August 2007
Central bankers on red alert
Aug 13 2007 09:14 AM
Frankfurt - Central bankers in Europe held talks with bank supervisors and top financial executives over the weekend to assess the dangers from risky US mortgage debt to the financial system, industry sources said.
Central bankers by late Friday had restored an uneasy calm to panicky financial markets by injecting a massive and unprecedented $323bn into money markets that had almost seized up in panic over exposure to complex credit derivatives linked to defaulting US mortgages.
They appear to have succeeded in keeping cash flowing through the arteries of finance for now.
The cost of borrowing money overnight in the US federal funds market, a critical measure of conditions in the financial system, tumbled to 1% by late on Friday, way below the Fed's 5.25% target rate.
This showed that masses of cash were sloshing around the banking system and markets can keep operating. The first major test comes on Monday when Japan's markets open.
Toxic debt
But the fear that overwhelmed markets on Thursday and Friday looks unlikely to fully disappear until investors regain confidence that no major bank or fund is loaded with toxic debt and in danger of collapse - a problem that could turn a temporary crisis of confidence into a full-scale credit crunch and then an economic slump, analysts said fund managers said.
"Uncertainty has turned to panic the last two days and we have come very close to a self-fulfilling liquidity crisis," said Marcus Annunziata, chief economist at Unicredit Markets in a client note.
What is gnawing at investors and traders is not knowing the size of overall credit losses linked to US subprime mortgages that is buried in banks and funds - and not knowing who holds the risk. This has caused money-market traders to hoard cash and investors to dump riskier assets, especially European stocks which erased all their gains for the year by Friday.
Until more information is available on the scale of exposure to complex debt derivatives created in the US subprime market and sold worldwide, analysts said it will be hard to restore a lasting investor calm.
"Volatility is highest when people realise they cannot figure out what investments are worth," said Frank Partnoy, a University of San Diego professor, in a Financial Times column.
German exposure
German banks made moves to provide more information this weekend. Their industry is at the centre of the maelstrom in Europe, after the bailout of small lender IKB sent shockwaves through the financial community.
WestLB, a state lender which was hit hard by rumours its balance sheet also was in trouble, said on Saturday it has €1.25bn in US subprime-related debt, 98% of which is rated A or better, up from the 93% it had cited last week. That is a relatively small amount for a bank with €285bn in total assets.
But the fact its exposure has changed shows the difficulty in valuing the credit derivatives, which slice up and repackage riskier pieces of debt and resell them, making it hard to know the price of the underlying asset or who has a claim on it.
Deutsche Postbank, with €288bn in assets, also said on Saturday it has €600m in exposure to IKB, which was undone by US subprime problems.
This was accompanied by revelations on Sunday that several major European institutions - Deutsche Bank, Commerzbank and BNP Paribas - are creditors of bankrupt US mortgage company HomeBanc Corp. The amount was not cited.
Still, Standard and Poor's ratings agency on Friday said the West European bank problems revealed by IKB was an "isolated event", and it did not expect widespread bank ratings pressure.
First test
Japan will be the first major test of investors' nerves when its money markets open on Monday. If US dollar deposit rates, which hit 6.5% or higher last Friday soar again, central banks may be need to resort to another injection of cash to soothe nerves.
A good sign would be interbank money trade nearer the fed funds rate or lower, reversing the trend seen last Thursday and Friday.
Even if Monday goes well, most analysts expect a long shakeout.
"We'll probably remain very volatile at least until some time in September," said Ira Jersey, credit strategist for Credit Suisse in the United States.
"There's too many questions that need to be answered, and we're not going to get the answers to those questions for at least another month," he said.
- Reuters
Comment: This is bad. This is VERY bad. This problem is not going away, and the only way they can deal with it is injecting $323 BILLION?!?!?!?!?!? (that's in cash btw)
The whole subprime problem in the states has been building for a long time.
It's also the second major scare this year, the previous was also quenched by massive cash, and all the info i have read show that the ready cash is nothing more than laundered drug money. Erm ... *sigh* Folks ... witness the fall of free market capitalism.
Frankfurt - Central bankers in Europe held talks with bank supervisors and top financial executives over the weekend to assess the dangers from risky US mortgage debt to the financial system, industry sources said.
Central bankers by late Friday had restored an uneasy calm to panicky financial markets by injecting a massive and unprecedented $323bn into money markets that had almost seized up in panic over exposure to complex credit derivatives linked to defaulting US mortgages.
They appear to have succeeded in keeping cash flowing through the arteries of finance for now.
The cost of borrowing money overnight in the US federal funds market, a critical measure of conditions in the financial system, tumbled to 1% by late on Friday, way below the Fed's 5.25% target rate.
This showed that masses of cash were sloshing around the banking system and markets can keep operating. The first major test comes on Monday when Japan's markets open.
Toxic debt
But the fear that overwhelmed markets on Thursday and Friday looks unlikely to fully disappear until investors regain confidence that no major bank or fund is loaded with toxic debt and in danger of collapse - a problem that could turn a temporary crisis of confidence into a full-scale credit crunch and then an economic slump, analysts said fund managers said.
"Uncertainty has turned to panic the last two days and we have come very close to a self-fulfilling liquidity crisis," said Marcus Annunziata, chief economist at Unicredit Markets in a client note.
What is gnawing at investors and traders is not knowing the size of overall credit losses linked to US subprime mortgages that is buried in banks and funds - and not knowing who holds the risk. This has caused money-market traders to hoard cash and investors to dump riskier assets, especially European stocks which erased all their gains for the year by Friday.
Until more information is available on the scale of exposure to complex debt derivatives created in the US subprime market and sold worldwide, analysts said it will be hard to restore a lasting investor calm.
"Volatility is highest when people realise they cannot figure out what investments are worth," said Frank Partnoy, a University of San Diego professor, in a Financial Times column.
German exposure
German banks made moves to provide more information this weekend. Their industry is at the centre of the maelstrom in Europe, after the bailout of small lender IKB sent shockwaves through the financial community.
WestLB, a state lender which was hit hard by rumours its balance sheet also was in trouble, said on Saturday it has €1.25bn in US subprime-related debt, 98% of which is rated A or better, up from the 93% it had cited last week. That is a relatively small amount for a bank with €285bn in total assets.
But the fact its exposure has changed shows the difficulty in valuing the credit derivatives, which slice up and repackage riskier pieces of debt and resell them, making it hard to know the price of the underlying asset or who has a claim on it.
Deutsche Postbank, with €288bn in assets, also said on Saturday it has €600m in exposure to IKB, which was undone by US subprime problems.
This was accompanied by revelations on Sunday that several major European institutions - Deutsche Bank, Commerzbank and BNP Paribas - are creditors of bankrupt US mortgage company HomeBanc Corp. The amount was not cited.
Still, Standard and Poor's ratings agency on Friday said the West European bank problems revealed by IKB was an "isolated event", and it did not expect widespread bank ratings pressure.
First test
Japan will be the first major test of investors' nerves when its money markets open on Monday. If US dollar deposit rates, which hit 6.5% or higher last Friday soar again, central banks may be need to resort to another injection of cash to soothe nerves.
A good sign would be interbank money trade nearer the fed funds rate or lower, reversing the trend seen last Thursday and Friday.
Even if Monday goes well, most analysts expect a long shakeout.
"We'll probably remain very volatile at least until some time in September," said Ira Jersey, credit strategist for Credit Suisse in the United States.
"There's too many questions that need to be answered, and we're not going to get the answers to those questions for at least another month," he said.
- Reuters
Comment: This is bad. This is VERY bad. This problem is not going away, and the only way they can deal with it is injecting $323 BILLION?!?!?!?!?!? (that's in cash btw)
The whole subprime problem in the states has been building for a long time.
It's also the second major scare this year, the previous was also quenched by massive cash, and all the info i have read show that the ready cash is nothing more than laundered drug money. Erm ... *sigh* Folks ... witness the fall of free market capitalism.
I love laptops
Sitting here on a sunday morn with my feet in the sun,baby running around doing stuff, lots of it. Kids have got no conception of time. They want to do everything NOW. *grin* It's hard work even watching them. Now the church bells are going, what a calm yet strong sound! Pink Flowd put it as: "the tolling of the iron bell, calls the faithful to it's knees, to hear the softly spoken magic spells."
I couldn't resist getting something down on paper, so to speak, this morning. Such a wonderful feeling of contentment, peace on earth and all that. It's not really, but sometimes if it FEELS it for a while that's enough.
I'm not going to make the bike run today, something i am a little miffe about, but ce la vie, lets the days fall as they may. I will certainly take a ride today, just a question of when.
Coffee and a cigarette, my opiates, and sitting here in the sunday sun they are good to me, and aid this feeling well.
Babies are such wonderful creatures. Their minds so big they can learn to talk, yet so simple that anything can serve for hours of entertainment. Yet it's not all fun, watching them learn and grasp the basic concepts like gravity, and cause and effect, and balance, you come face to face with what it is to be HUMAN. Sad and broken humanity, when will we be proud to be human? The things to make us complete flood our world, yet we neither see nor appreciate them for what they are. But fun is something babies do naturally, the exhuberance with which they apply themselves is amazing, and the onlything they are NOT interested in is the word NO. Everything else is fair game.
Birds are something else that fill my world right now. Cooing and chirping and squawking and twttering deluxe fill the world with sound. Shadows flit past, shapes dance in the trees and everywhere life rejoices in the morning sun. I think one of the most enduring reams of man has been to fly. Since even in the garden of eden was man earthbound, mad to stare with longing at the birds flying free, and the stars high above. Almost like the fish, but free, faster and lighter, singing their songs to all who can hear. The bird has hollow bones for a lighter weight, which help to recieve sound, their whole body an echo chamber. Scientists have theorised that a bird's feathers act as aerials, sending and receiving signals to others. They believe that when birds fly in formation, high speed cameras have shown that those at the back of the typically v-formation, turn in synch with the leaders faster than it would seeem to be, if they were reacting to vision alone. Birds are clever too, with many species capable of astounding acts of intelligence, from mimicing and talking, to using berries to paint their nests.
The world is so full of wonder and fascination, that we as adults are programmed to ignore. I love going out of the city on the bike, finding a quiet spot, switching off the bike and enjoying that busy quiet of the open lands. It can't be called quiet, because it's not. But it is peaceful, and calming. Curious smells and gentle faraway sounds, buzzing humming and rustling to its own rythms, infusing one's mind with a real connection to the earth, and its inhabitants. I sometimes feel guilt at going out to those places with a noisy dirty motorbike, but that too is beyond my control. All i can do is have a relaively quiet bike, that burns its hydrocarbons cleanly, something that is a priviledge. I yearn for a long walk, months and days of wandering quietly in the african bush. But that can not be, the necessity of work and so on forbid, hence taking the second choice, the bike. But getting away from the city is something that must be done. It is too dulling, to mindnumbing and stupifying to accept as normal.
Nature surrounds us, all we must do is recognise it, and embrace it and accept it for the beauty and wonder that it is.
Peace and love to everyone who reads this, and even those who didn't.
I couldn't resist getting something down on paper, so to speak, this morning. Such a wonderful feeling of contentment, peace on earth and all that. It's not really, but sometimes if it FEELS it for a while that's enough.
I'm not going to make the bike run today, something i am a little miffe about, but ce la vie, lets the days fall as they may. I will certainly take a ride today, just a question of when.
Coffee and a cigarette, my opiates, and sitting here in the sunday sun they are good to me, and aid this feeling well.
Babies are such wonderful creatures. Their minds so big they can learn to talk, yet so simple that anything can serve for hours of entertainment. Yet it's not all fun, watching them learn and grasp the basic concepts like gravity, and cause and effect, and balance, you come face to face with what it is to be HUMAN. Sad and broken humanity, when will we be proud to be human? The things to make us complete flood our world, yet we neither see nor appreciate them for what they are. But fun is something babies do naturally, the exhuberance with which they apply themselves is amazing, and the onlything they are NOT interested in is the word NO. Everything else is fair game.
Birds are something else that fill my world right now. Cooing and chirping and squawking and twttering deluxe fill the world with sound. Shadows flit past, shapes dance in the trees and everywhere life rejoices in the morning sun. I think one of the most enduring reams of man has been to fly. Since even in the garden of eden was man earthbound, mad to stare with longing at the birds flying free, and the stars high above. Almost like the fish, but free, faster and lighter, singing their songs to all who can hear. The bird has hollow bones for a lighter weight, which help to recieve sound, their whole body an echo chamber. Scientists have theorised that a bird's feathers act as aerials, sending and receiving signals to others. They believe that when birds fly in formation, high speed cameras have shown that those at the back of the typically v-formation, turn in synch with the leaders faster than it would seeem to be, if they were reacting to vision alone. Birds are clever too, with many species capable of astounding acts of intelligence, from mimicing and talking, to using berries to paint their nests.
The world is so full of wonder and fascination, that we as adults are programmed to ignore. I love going out of the city on the bike, finding a quiet spot, switching off the bike and enjoying that busy quiet of the open lands. It can't be called quiet, because it's not. But it is peaceful, and calming. Curious smells and gentle faraway sounds, buzzing humming and rustling to its own rythms, infusing one's mind with a real connection to the earth, and its inhabitants. I sometimes feel guilt at going out to those places with a noisy dirty motorbike, but that too is beyond my control. All i can do is have a relaively quiet bike, that burns its hydrocarbons cleanly, something that is a priviledge. I yearn for a long walk, months and days of wandering quietly in the african bush. But that can not be, the necessity of work and so on forbid, hence taking the second choice, the bike. But getting away from the city is something that must be done. It is too dulling, to mindnumbing and stupifying to accept as normal.
Nature surrounds us, all we must do is recognise it, and embrace it and accept it for the beauty and wonder that it is.
Peace and love to everyone who reads this, and even those who didn't.
Friday, 10 August 2007
Ok, i'm here .... can i go home now?
Happy fridayeveryone, even if it's a bugger ...... *grin*
Me is at work, although VERY little is happening, anywhere.
I am doing well mostly .... all sunny side up ... which is useful on a bike :)
WOW
I just found another blog, deathofjohannesburg.
People ... that's it ... i'll testify that that shit is real ..... even i'm surprised when i look at the pics, but i've seen it. Strange how you close your mind to it. And that fucking smell *puke*
either way ... good that someone has documented this ... for posterity.
Damn this country has broken, completely and utterly :(
Me is at work, although VERY little is happening, anywhere.
I am doing well mostly .... all sunny side up ... which is useful on a bike :)
WOW
I just found another blog, deathofjohannesburg.
People ... that's it ... i'll testify that that shit is real ..... even i'm surprised when i look at the pics, but i've seen it. Strange how you close your mind to it. And that fucking smell *puke*
either way ... good that someone has documented this ... for posterity.
Damn this country has broken, completely and utterly :(
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
You Think English is Easy?
Can you read these right the first time?
01. The bandage was wound around the wound.
02. The farm was used to produce produce.
03. The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
04. We must polish the Polish furniture.
05. He could lead if he would get the lead out.
06. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
07. Since there is no time like the present , he thought it was time to present the present
08. A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
09. When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10. I did not object to the object.
11. The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12. There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row .
13. They were too close to the door to close it.
14. The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16. To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17. The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18. Upon seeing the tear in the painting, I shed a tear.
19. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
20. How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England nor French fries in France
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indixes? If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital, ship by truck and send cargo by ship, have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill-in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
PS. - Why doesn't Buick rhyme with quick?
You lovers of the English language might enjoy this .
There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is UP
It's easy to understand UP , meaning toward the sky or toward the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP ? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP ? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report ?
We call UP our friends. We use something to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver, warm UP the leftovers, and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special
And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.
We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more.
When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP. When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP. When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP
When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP We could go on, but I'll wrap it UP , for now my time is UP , so: Time to shut UP ! Oh... one more thing:
What is the first thing you do in the morning & the last thing you do at night? U-P
01. The bandage was wound around the wound.
02. The farm was used to produce produce.
03. The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
04. We must polish the Polish furniture.
05. He could lead if he would get the lead out.
06. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
07. Since there is no time like the present , he thought it was time to present the present
08. A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
09. When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10. I did not object to the object.
11. The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12. There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row .
13. They were too close to the door to close it.
14. The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16. To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17. The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18. Upon seeing the tear in the painting, I shed a tear.
19. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
20. How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England nor French fries in France
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indixes? If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital, ship by truck and send cargo by ship, have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill-in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
PS. - Why doesn't Buick rhyme with quick?
You lovers of the English language might enjoy this .
There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is UP
It's easy to understand UP , meaning toward the sky or toward the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP ? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP ? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report ?
We call UP our friends. We use something to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver, warm UP the leftovers, and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special
And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.
We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more.
When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP. When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP. When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP
When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP We could go on, but I'll wrap it UP , for now my time is UP , so: Time to shut UP ! Oh... one more thing:
What is the first thing you do in the morning & the last thing you do at night? U-P
Thank you
I have the visit counter running ... curiosity is a bastard *wink* but i do see that people are reading my stuff. Whoever you may be ... thank you ... it's kinda cool just knowing that people come and get whatever it may be from te site. I don't get many comment, so i only know a few people, but thanks either way :)
If you have any suggestions let me know, would be interesting to get any feedback at all.
Peace love & chickenwings
If you have any suggestions let me know, would be interesting to get any feedback at all.
Peace love & chickenwings
Monday, 6 August 2007
Heavy fuel
Good morning world ...
Its a short week is week, with either 4 or even 3 days YAY!!!!
Was a lekker weekend my side, i accomplished VERY little. Went to Boys Town, close to Magalies as part of a Think-Bike / Christian Motorcycling group to introduce the boys to bikers. "have a good look boys, this is what will happen if you don't straighten up!!".
Yes. Was fun though, and certainly educating all round ... big thumbs up !!!
I gained a moment or 2 of fame as the guys noticed my camera avoidance system (CAS) on the bike. Honestly, and i know i'm biased, but sheet it works beautifully!!!
It proved it's worth this morning again, as pulled into the garage to buy smokes, and lo and behold there were about 6 metro pigs cars, with the guys and gals stocking up on coffee and nibbles. Well i ride without plates, something which would have attracted their attention for sure. No problem, quick flick and hey presto, a n number plate!!! So being thus legal, i pulled right in beteen the suckers and even smiled at them *grin* ... not that they could see ... helmet an all ... *chuckle*.
Someimes life is too precious.
Speaking of precious ... it seems the petrol woes are not yet over, in fact it seems like it's an even bigger problem than last week, which WAS just a scare.
The biggest refinery in south africa has just shut down. Govt is NOT getting involved in "employer/employee relations. Go Govt, we need more quiet diplomacy.
It WILL become a problem for us, because we've got the added problem of getting here, once they've imported it, which is sure going to cost THEM (the corporates .. BP and Shell were mentioned) a packet. Again i ask with tears in my eyes, wtf is SASOL not doing all it was supposed to, all that it was promised to us (the sa public) many years ago?
Either way, fill up, and keep it filled up. Also, be careful when you do, because when the fuel tanks are low and you fill up, you very kindly help the garage owner recycle all the crap and sediment that accumulates in his tank over time. And YOU get that crap in YOUR tank. So ask if they've been filled recently, like in the last few days, otherwise you'll be buying yourself a tank full of engine damage.
Ho Hum time for me to pretend to work......
Its a short week is week, with either 4 or even 3 days YAY!!!!
Was a lekker weekend my side, i accomplished VERY little. Went to Boys Town, close to Magalies as part of a Think-Bike / Christian Motorcycling group to introduce the boys to bikers. "have a good look boys, this is what will happen if you don't straighten up!!".
Yes. Was fun though, and certainly educating all round ... big thumbs up !!!
I gained a moment or 2 of fame as the guys noticed my camera avoidance system (CAS) on the bike. Honestly, and i know i'm biased, but sheet it works beautifully!!!
It proved it's worth this morning again, as pulled into the garage to buy smokes, and lo and behold there were about 6 metro pigs cars, with the guys and gals stocking up on coffee and nibbles. Well i ride without plates, something which would have attracted their attention for sure. No problem, quick flick and hey presto, a n number plate!!! So being thus legal, i pulled right in beteen the suckers and even smiled at them *grin* ... not that they could see ... helmet an all ... *chuckle*.
Someimes life is too precious.
Speaking of precious ... it seems the petrol woes are not yet over, in fact it seems like it's an even bigger problem than last week, which WAS just a scare.
The biggest refinery in south africa has just shut down. Govt is NOT getting involved in "employer/employee relations. Go Govt, we need more quiet diplomacy.
It WILL become a problem for us, because we've got the added problem of getting here, once they've imported it, which is sure going to cost THEM (the corporates .. BP and Shell were mentioned) a packet. Again i ask with tears in my eyes, wtf is SASOL not doing all it was supposed to, all that it was promised to us (the sa public) many years ago?
Either way, fill up, and keep it filled up. Also, be careful when you do, because when the fuel tanks are low and you fill up, you very kindly help the garage owner recycle all the crap and sediment that accumulates in his tank over time. And YOU get that crap in YOUR tank. So ask if they've been filled recently, like in the last few days, otherwise you'll be buying yourself a tank full of engine damage.
Ho Hum time for me to pretend to work......
Friday, 3 August 2007
Happy friday
Its another day .... and almost weekend. I guess the nicest thing about friday is that everyone else is in a good mood.
That goes a long way to making everything work a little better.
I been really quiet lately, just posting lyrics reflecting a thought for the day, sometimes they say it better thani could. And loving music, there's something written for every mood, every state of mind.
Right now i'm in a metallica state of no-mind .... just passion, energy, frenzy driving me hard into the next riff.
hmmmmm ... i got stuff to do ....
peace love & chickenwings
PS
That goes a long way to making everything work a little better.
I been really quiet lately, just posting lyrics reflecting a thought for the day, sometimes they say it better thani could. And loving music, there's something written for every mood, every state of mind.
Right now i'm in a metallica state of no-mind .... just passion, energy, frenzy driving me hard into the next riff.
hmmmmm ... i got stuff to do ....
peace love & chickenwings
PS
Thursday, 2 August 2007
AWAKE
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Jim Morrison & The Doors
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Jim Morrison & The Doors
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Metallica - Of Wolf And Man Lyrics
Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come
I hunt
Therefore I am
Harvest the land
Taking of the fallen lamb
Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come
We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we keep
Roaming the land while you sleep
Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I've been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift, back to the meaning of life
Bright is the moon, high in starlight
Chill in the air, cold as steel tonight
We shift
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
It's later than you realized
Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I've been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift, back to the meaning of life
I feel a change
Back to a better day
Hair stands on the back of my neck
In wildness is the preservation of the world
So seek the wolf in thyself
Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I have been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift
Back to the meaning of wolf and man
Out from the new day's mist I have come
I hunt
Therefore I am
Harvest the land
Taking of the fallen lamb
Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come
We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we keep
Roaming the land while you sleep
Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I've been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift, back to the meaning of life
Bright is the moon, high in starlight
Chill in the air, cold as steel tonight
We shift
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
It's later than you realized
Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I've been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift, back to the meaning of life
I feel a change
Back to a better day
Hair stands on the back of my neck
In wildness is the preservation of the world
So seek the wolf in thyself
Shape shift, nose to the wind
Shape shift, feeling I have been
Move swift, all senses clean
Earth's gift
Back to the meaning of wolf and man
GRRRRRRRRRR
Just a low pitch growl from the back of the throat. Animal. Predator. Teeth showing. Lips snarling. Stance poised. Ready. Slight lean forward. Tense. Ready to strike.
The animal is alive. Life boiling over into madness. Insane action. Blood. Instinct.
Mankind is only a heartbeat away. We have our ancestral anima just under our polished exterior. Waiting. This veneer of civilisation is nothing more than our own lie to ourselves. The kill or be killed instincts guide us daily. The veneer only serving to constrain, restrain and numb the agony of anger.
Of wolf and man. Steppenwolf. Phaedrus. Half man half beast. Wild hunter with table manners. Roaring snarling growling into the night. Death but a whisper away.
Cold eyes razor mind frozen heart ... no compassion. Fight or flight. To the death or just a temporary break. Another sunrise.
The animal is alive. Life boiling over into madness. Insane action. Blood. Instinct.
Mankind is only a heartbeat away. We have our ancestral anima just under our polished exterior. Waiting. This veneer of civilisation is nothing more than our own lie to ourselves. The kill or be killed instincts guide us daily. The veneer only serving to constrain, restrain and numb the agony of anger.
Of wolf and man. Steppenwolf. Phaedrus. Half man half beast. Wild hunter with table manners. Roaring snarling growling into the night. Death but a whisper away.
Cold eyes razor mind frozen heart ... no compassion. Fight or flight. To the death or just a temporary break. Another sunrise.
Monday, 30 July 2007
Immigrant song
Welcome to South Africa we hope you survive your stay.
Yeah, it's THAT bad. But we welcome dollars *grin* bring em in ... please?
We have a new person in our midst, one of those Nordic types ... WELKOMEN!!!!
I've always loved this track, and it is particularly apt for Johnny ... he'd know the tune ....
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
Viva le Led Zeppelin
Yeah, it's THAT bad. But we welcome dollars *grin* bring em in ... please?
We have a new person in our midst, one of those Nordic types ... WELKOMEN!!!!
I've always loved this track, and it is particularly apt for Johnny ... he'd know the tune ....
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
Viva le Led Zeppelin
Friday, 27 July 2007
tap tap tap tap
I feel like a blind man this morning, tapping around to try find the right direction. The flu got me, and while i'm a little better, my head is spinning.
Work is going ... as work does. Always a deadline and new rules ... *sigh*
I really don't have much to say ... makes a pleasant change :)
I must say though, that 2 things are going really well for me lately, the blog and the bike.
The blog is helping to just get my head clear, say my say and be done with it. The bike is such a pleasure daily, and as an aside, it's doing my sex drive wonders. Something about it just makes me feel happy, content. Maybe it's a ccontrol thing. I'm not a control freak, i'm happy to watch things happen and step in only when whatever process needs a bump in the right direction. But on a bike, control is EVERYTHING. But control is a funny thing. Control too much, and you break it, not enough and it breaks you. Like a kite, one thin piece of string and the kite flies like a bird. Breka the string it'll crash, pull too much on the string it'llcrash too.
Bike riding is kinda like that. Time and again i literally need to remind myself to breath, you inhale, tense up, and have to concentrate on relaxing. At 100+ in traffic, relaxing does not happen easily.
But both of these are mental exercises. You think, and keep thinking. Decisions. What to write, where to ride. Same thing really. We don't think enough, any of us. I think instead of "information age", we should call it the "convenience age". It's not convenient to think, about anything. But forcing yourself helps, like this blog today. I am forcing myself to express myself in a coherent fashion. Maybe what i'm saying is dribble (i suspect that strongly) but the manner of saying is soothing, calming, and very good for me.
Ok, after not having anything to say, i think i've said enough.
Peace & love & chickenwings everybody!!!!
Work is going ... as work does. Always a deadline and new rules ... *sigh*
I really don't have much to say ... makes a pleasant change :)
I must say though, that 2 things are going really well for me lately, the blog and the bike.
The blog is helping to just get my head clear, say my say and be done with it. The bike is such a pleasure daily, and as an aside, it's doing my sex drive wonders. Something about it just makes me feel happy, content. Maybe it's a ccontrol thing. I'm not a control freak, i'm happy to watch things happen and step in only when whatever process needs a bump in the right direction. But on a bike, control is EVERYTHING. But control is a funny thing. Control too much, and you break it, not enough and it breaks you. Like a kite, one thin piece of string and the kite flies like a bird. Breka the string it'll crash, pull too much on the string it'llcrash too.
Bike riding is kinda like that. Time and again i literally need to remind myself to breath, you inhale, tense up, and have to concentrate on relaxing. At 100+ in traffic, relaxing does not happen easily.
But both of these are mental exercises. You think, and keep thinking. Decisions. What to write, where to ride. Same thing really. We don't think enough, any of us. I think instead of "information age", we should call it the "convenience age". It's not convenient to think, about anything. But forcing yourself helps, like this blog today. I am forcing myself to express myself in a coherent fashion. Maybe what i'm saying is dribble (i suspect that strongly) but the manner of saying is soothing, calming, and very good for me.
Ok, after not having anything to say, i think i've said enough.
Peace & love & chickenwings everybody!!!!
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
The World's Fastest Indian
*grunt*
Yeah that's how i feel today. Went to the bloody dentist yesterday, took another tooth out. FFS, this is the 21st century, and all every dentist has ever said is take it out. Now while i'll be the first to say standards have improved over 500 years ago, WTF!!!!????
*sigh*
Ok, moving swiftly in the other direction. Bikes. Yeah you know i like them :D
Something i've been doing for a while now is looking for people who really deserve my respect. Burt Munro is one of them.
In 1920 he bought an Indian Scout for $120. Then he started tuning it, racing it, tuning it, racing it more. The he started rebuilding parts. He hand carved conrods, used a two-gallon-can furnace to make his own pistons (!) and clutchplates and even redesigned the head, from a sidedraft to overhead draft design. Apparently the last was done at the sea, using sea sand (!!)
When he bought the bike, it was rated to go 55 mph, which in those days was fast for a bike. Once he was done, he set what stands as the fastest ever speed for an Indian 190.07 MPH. That's 304.11 KPH.
From the Indian website:
Burt began modifying his bike in 1926. His methods, to say the least, were unorthodox. He used an old spoke for a micrometer and cast parts in old tins although one American report has him casting pistons in holes in the sand at the local beach! He built his own four-cam design to replace the standard two-cam system and converted to overhead valves.
He made his own barrels, flywheels, pistons, cams and followers and lubrication system. In their final form he in effect hand-carved his con-rods from a Caterpillar tractor axle, and hardened and tempered them to 143 tons tensile strength. He built a seventeen plate, thousand pound pressure clutch and used a triple chain drive. He experimented with streamlining and, in its final form, the bike was completely enclosed in a streamlined shell.The leaf-sprung fork was dispensed with and what appears to be a girder fork from a 1925 - 1928 Prince substituted.
Now passion is one thing, but this is stupendous. His world speed record was basically set by a 63 year old man, on a home tuned 47 year old motorbike. His only safety measures were a leather football cap, and tucking his trousers into his socks. He spent 16 hours a day working, until his doctor told him to slow down, so thereafter he only spent 10 hours a day in his workshop.
We could ALL use a page from this man's book. From his passion and dedication, to his common sense approach to solving technically difficult problems, with ingenius, yet simple solutions. He apparently took a number of serious falls, some upwards of 200mph, yet after recovery he was always back on the saddle, doing what he loved.
Yeah that's how i feel today. Went to the bloody dentist yesterday, took another tooth out. FFS, this is the 21st century, and all every dentist has ever said is take it out. Now while i'll be the first to say standards have improved over 500 years ago, WTF!!!!????
*sigh*
Ok, moving swiftly in the other direction. Bikes. Yeah you know i like them :D
Something i've been doing for a while now is looking for people who really deserve my respect. Burt Munro is one of them.
In 1920 he bought an Indian Scout for $120. Then he started tuning it, racing it, tuning it, racing it more. The he started rebuilding parts. He hand carved conrods, used a two-gallon-can furnace to make his own pistons (!) and clutchplates and even redesigned the head, from a sidedraft to overhead draft design. Apparently the last was done at the sea, using sea sand (!!)
When he bought the bike, it was rated to go 55 mph, which in those days was fast for a bike. Once he was done, he set what stands as the fastest ever speed for an Indian 190.07 MPH. That's 304.11 KPH.
From the Indian website:
Burt began modifying his bike in 1926. His methods, to say the least, were unorthodox. He used an old spoke for a micrometer and cast parts in old tins although one American report has him casting pistons in holes in the sand at the local beach! He built his own four-cam design to replace the standard two-cam system and converted to overhead valves.
He made his own barrels, flywheels, pistons, cams and followers and lubrication system. In their final form he in effect hand-carved his con-rods from a Caterpillar tractor axle, and hardened and tempered them to 143 tons tensile strength. He built a seventeen plate, thousand pound pressure clutch and used a triple chain drive. He experimented with streamlining and, in its final form, the bike was completely enclosed in a streamlined shell.The leaf-sprung fork was dispensed with and what appears to be a girder fork from a 1925 - 1928 Prince substituted.
Now passion is one thing, but this is stupendous. His world speed record was basically set by a 63 year old man, on a home tuned 47 year old motorbike. His only safety measures were a leather football cap, and tucking his trousers into his socks. He spent 16 hours a day working, until his doctor told him to slow down, so thereafter he only spent 10 hours a day in his workshop.
We could ALL use a page from this man's book. From his passion and dedication, to his common sense approach to solving technically difficult problems, with ingenius, yet simple solutions. He apparently took a number of serious falls, some upwards of 200mph, yet after recovery he was always back on the saddle, doing what he loved.
Monday, 23 July 2007
i'm here
I had a groovy weekend, highlight was a breakfast run to Magalies ... awesome place.
I'm zoning ... far away, got stuff on my mind, from the office ...
Either way, nothing to actually say, i'll make up soon for the lack of post.
Peace love & chickenwings
I'm zoning ... far away, got stuff on my mind, from the office ...
Either way, nothing to actually say, i'll make up soon for the lack of post.
Peace love & chickenwings
Friday, 20 July 2007
Hey hey it's friday!!!!!!
Today is a good day. I affirm it.
Started the day at Kopdood. Now i can imagine the "huh?" expression already. Apparently a long time ago there were some bikers. they had coffee every friday morning at about 7. A tannie approached them shivering in jo'burgs cold and asked if they are kopdood (head-dead). To which they replied ... yes.
Anyway every friday morning a bunch of guys get together for coffee and kuier. The Think Bike guys have the bright yellow vests on ... no you really can't miss them if your eyes are open. Bikers. REAL bikers. In the sense that they ride day night winter summer and on weekends for fun.
And in a very realy way, bike riding is a world view. To get on a bike daily, you have to re-assess you entire way of doing things. While it has a lot of advantages, it is not convenient, as such. Most guys are like me, steady family men, who hold good positions in companies etc. But all without exception have one major difference ... attitude.
I was told once i have an attitude problem .... nononono ... i have an attitude ... no problem :)
Attitude is good, and i'm not talking arrogant. Arrogance stinks, arrogance=stupidity. Attitude is something else entirely, something along the lines of: BRING IT ON.
I'm a grown man, to everyones surprise. But the role of MEN and issues of MANHOOD are sorely overlooked in modern society. Hence all the fucked up men women are always meeting (they are not men, they are little boys with big muscles).
I am talking Primal here, in the true hunter sense. A man has to feel it, it's still in his blood. As it was in the stone days ... it's me vs world, that hasn't changed even a little.
Real men know this instinctively, having kids and wifey helps to understand this. And once they acknowledge this, human spirit takes over.
I love the human spirit, so battered of late. Those men in ships sailing towards the worlds end, wanderers and adventurers SALUT!!!!!
It is this spirit that pervades biking, you FEEL it in your blood.
I have a passion. I have a motorbike.
Started the day at Kopdood. Now i can imagine the "huh?" expression already. Apparently a long time ago there were some bikers. they had coffee every friday morning at about 7. A tannie approached them shivering in jo'burgs cold and asked if they are kopdood (head-dead). To which they replied ... yes.
Anyway every friday morning a bunch of guys get together for coffee and kuier. The Think Bike guys have the bright yellow vests on ... no you really can't miss them if your eyes are open. Bikers. REAL bikers. In the sense that they ride day night winter summer and on weekends for fun.
And in a very realy way, bike riding is a world view. To get on a bike daily, you have to re-assess you entire way of doing things. While it has a lot of advantages, it is not convenient, as such. Most guys are like me, steady family men, who hold good positions in companies etc. But all without exception have one major difference ... attitude.
I was told once i have an attitude problem .... nononono ... i have an attitude ... no problem :)
Attitude is good, and i'm not talking arrogant. Arrogance stinks, arrogance=stupidity. Attitude is something else entirely, something along the lines of: BRING IT ON.
I'm a grown man, to everyones surprise. But the role of MEN and issues of MANHOOD are sorely overlooked in modern society. Hence all the fucked up men women are always meeting (they are not men, they are little boys with big muscles).
I am talking Primal here, in the true hunter sense. A man has to feel it, it's still in his blood. As it was in the stone days ... it's me vs world, that hasn't changed even a little.
Real men know this instinctively, having kids and wifey helps to understand this. And once they acknowledge this, human spirit takes over.
I love the human spirit, so battered of late. Those men in ships sailing towards the worlds end, wanderers and adventurers SALUT!!!!!
It is this spirit that pervades biking, you FEEL it in your blood.
I have a passion. I have a motorbike.
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Nanny world
Morning world
Just another day, getting warmer here, which is greatfully appreciated. Although first thing in the morning is still chilly, by about 10 it's pleasant.
The topic was arb, just dropped it in because of an incident. Without to much detail, why is it always that these people just decide that they're going to protect you. Micro manage the crap out of you, until you don't even want to live anymore, it's that dull.
Just those small irritants, you just want to say to the person sit down, shut up and mind your own bloody business.
This world is too safe, but conversely not safe enough. People die in gruesome ways daily, i noticed a more common accident lately is trucks losing cont5rol, hitting some small car and killing or maiming everyone inside. Now as horrid as it is, any solution requires a comprehensive look at the problem. Knee jerk reactions don't help, the confuse the issue.
An excellent example occurred on the Bronkhorstspruit to Bapsfontein road. Some poor kid got knocked over, no fences or anything next to the road. Rural community, no real education, and people are all over that road all the time. It was inevitable. The community got very upset about it (understandably) and decided to do something. So they cut up the road. Bunch of the ladies arrived with pick axes and made a great big hole in the road, figured that they would stop people using the road entirely.
After it became an issue, the govt put speed bumps down. Now understand please, this is a major road (despite appearances) and is busy all day every day. There are massive signboards (i have to get a pic for here) saying "Cultural Heartland" and "crime hotspot, do not stop your vehicle", both signs on the same post. So the govt puts up these speed bumps, in the middle of nowhere, where crime and hijackings are a known problem.
Knee jerk reaction.
It took several months, but the heavy traffic trampled those speed bumps to nothing. The situation has not changed, and all the trauma may as well never have been.
Addre4ssing the abominable state of the vehicles travelling that route won't help either, as the norm is a 30 year old rust bucket that is used for dirt raods, and the occassional major route (?).
Ok, maybe a little off topic, but the tragedy of a kid dying has so many reasons and implications, anywhere, anytime, you can never control it. I have 3 kids. If one was to die i know it will eat me up inside. And yes, sometimes i can try fix something that is broken. But what happens is people get emotional, and demand action now.
I know there is a lot broken in our society. It really doesn't work as well as we pretend to believe, and grudgingly accept. But any changes HAVE to start ground up, no "cosmetic" changes will ever fix anything.
We need to start from the basics of how we approach the world, with all the things we don't like, but instead of changing, we need to redirect. Education is probably the biggest single factor, but even that is a multi faceted approach, starting with parents, then community, then school, and church, and any miriad of groups (eg scouts, etc).
The only thing that you or i can do today, that is concrete, and viable, is to be nice to people. Small, basic, trivial even. But that alone starts the community, shares our common humanity, gives us a central pillar to our communal tent. Whether we like it or not, we're all in this life thing together, and while we need certain rules, for obvious reasons, the rules we're adding to our collection on a daily basis aren't working. They're just providing more base fustration, encouraging that drink, that anger, that next tragedy.
Go on ... be nice to someone today.
Just another day, getting warmer here, which is greatfully appreciated. Although first thing in the morning is still chilly, by about 10 it's pleasant.
The topic was arb, just dropped it in because of an incident. Without to much detail, why is it always that these people just decide that they're going to protect you. Micro manage the crap out of you, until you don't even want to live anymore, it's that dull.
Just those small irritants, you just want to say to the person sit down, shut up and mind your own bloody business.
This world is too safe, but conversely not safe enough. People die in gruesome ways daily, i noticed a more common accident lately is trucks losing cont5rol, hitting some small car and killing or maiming everyone inside. Now as horrid as it is, any solution requires a comprehensive look at the problem. Knee jerk reactions don't help, the confuse the issue.
An excellent example occurred on the Bronkhorstspruit to Bapsfontein road. Some poor kid got knocked over, no fences or anything next to the road. Rural community, no real education, and people are all over that road all the time. It was inevitable. The community got very upset about it (understandably) and decided to do something. So they cut up the road. Bunch of the ladies arrived with pick axes and made a great big hole in the road, figured that they would stop people using the road entirely.
After it became an issue, the govt put speed bumps down. Now understand please, this is a major road (despite appearances) and is busy all day every day. There are massive signboards (i have to get a pic for here) saying "Cultural Heartland" and "crime hotspot, do not stop your vehicle", both signs on the same post. So the govt puts up these speed bumps, in the middle of nowhere, where crime and hijackings are a known problem.
Knee jerk reaction.
It took several months, but the heavy traffic trampled those speed bumps to nothing. The situation has not changed, and all the trauma may as well never have been.
Addre4ssing the abominable state of the vehicles travelling that route won't help either, as the norm is a 30 year old rust bucket that is used for dirt raods, and the occassional major route (?).
Ok, maybe a little off topic, but the tragedy of a kid dying has so many reasons and implications, anywhere, anytime, you can never control it. I have 3 kids. If one was to die i know it will eat me up inside. And yes, sometimes i can try fix something that is broken. But what happens is people get emotional, and demand action now.
I know there is a lot broken in our society. It really doesn't work as well as we pretend to believe, and grudgingly accept. But any changes HAVE to start ground up, no "cosmetic" changes will ever fix anything.
We need to start from the basics of how we approach the world, with all the things we don't like, but instead of changing, we need to redirect. Education is probably the biggest single factor, but even that is a multi faceted approach, starting with parents, then community, then school, and church, and any miriad of groups (eg scouts, etc).
The only thing that you or i can do today, that is concrete, and viable, is to be nice to people. Small, basic, trivial even. But that alone starts the community, shares our common humanity, gives us a central pillar to our communal tent. Whether we like it or not, we're all in this life thing together, and while we need certain rules, for obvious reasons, the rules we're adding to our collection on a daily basis aren't working. They're just providing more base fustration, encouraging that drink, that anger, that next tragedy.
Go on ... be nice to someone today.
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
Driving
I guess i do need to say soething about the previous post. Radebe saying thatit's because people don't prepare sounds vaguely wrong. I don't hesitate to add that i'm pleased they aren't letting any Tom Dick or Harry just pass, but somehow i don't think we're talking about safety.
Even in parliment it's assumed bribery plays a part, so if you bribe you pass, if you try get it legally, you fail on some insignificant technicality.
I passed my drivers about 10 years ago. Arrived in Loveday street early on a Monday morning, wrote the test, went outside and found a school. Asked if they could help me get the license the same week (i did know how to drive already, only needed to polish). We arranged 3 lessons throughout the week, including driving the most likely course that i'd be taken on (there was one spot where the road bends right, and the guy showed me where NOT to cut the white line), and hey presto, friday morning i passed my license. No mess no fuss.
Trying to get another learners for the bike, and suddenly it doesn't work. Eish no appointment, phone back tomorrow. Now, do this daily for about 3 months and all you'll have is a phone bill and high blood pressure. You cannot book at the test centres, and the call centre can't help, in any way. I must add that before they even speak to you they want to know who you are, name id number address phone number e-mail address work address etc.
If you have a learners and need a license BEFORE it expires .... good luck. Not going to happen. And if you miraculously get an appointment, you'd better pass, otherwise it will take months before another appointment.
Now this is all well and good if they were selling doughnuts. You could either go to the inevitable competition, or decide to diet. This is essential government business. You HAVE to have it. No options at all. The inhumanity with which this ANC govt. treats it's tax paying citizens is appalling.
The problem remains, some people are getting, and others aren't. It is impossible to ascertain whether indeed those that are failing deserve to fail or not, but so many average people are failing i wonder ... and take a drive from anywhere to anywhere and you'll quickly learn that the licenses that have been issued are worthless.
I don't really have a solution, a quickfix, but that's not my job. I pay tax, the tax money goes to people who are employed full time to solve these problems. They are failing miserably, even worse than the license testees.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ........ the only viable options involve making a loud noise.
PS I found an excellent article in the "Road Safety" blog on the right
http://roadsafety.wordpress.com/
Even in parliment it's assumed bribery plays a part, so if you bribe you pass, if you try get it legally, you fail on some insignificant technicality.
I passed my drivers about 10 years ago. Arrived in Loveday street early on a Monday morning, wrote the test, went outside and found a school. Asked if they could help me get the license the same week (i did know how to drive already, only needed to polish). We arranged 3 lessons throughout the week, including driving the most likely course that i'd be taken on (there was one spot where the road bends right, and the guy showed me where NOT to cut the white line), and hey presto, friday morning i passed my license. No mess no fuss.
Trying to get another learners for the bike, and suddenly it doesn't work. Eish no appointment, phone back tomorrow. Now, do this daily for about 3 months and all you'll have is a phone bill and high blood pressure. You cannot book at the test centres, and the call centre can't help, in any way. I must add that before they even speak to you they want to know who you are, name id number address phone number e-mail address work address etc.
If you have a learners and need a license BEFORE it expires .... good luck. Not going to happen. And if you miraculously get an appointment, you'd better pass, otherwise it will take months before another appointment.
Now this is all well and good if they were selling doughnuts. You could either go to the inevitable competition, or decide to diet. This is essential government business. You HAVE to have it. No options at all. The inhumanity with which this ANC govt. treats it's tax paying citizens is appalling.
The problem remains, some people are getting, and others aren't. It is impossible to ascertain whether indeed those that are failing deserve to fail or not, but so many average people are failing i wonder ... and take a drive from anywhere to anywhere and you'll quickly learn that the licenses that have been issued are worthless.
I don't really have a solution, a quickfix, but that's not my job. I pay tax, the tax money goes to people who are employed full time to solve these problems. They are failing miserably, even worse than the license testees.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ........ the only viable options involve making a loud noise.
PS I found an excellent article in the "Road Safety" blog on the right
http://roadsafety.wordpress.com/
Driver's license problem
60% fail driver's licence test
17/07/2007 23:25 - (SA)
Rajaa Azzakani, Die Burger
Cape Town - More than 60% of all South Africans who applied for driver's licences in the past two years failed the test.
That's the gist of a written reply from Minister of Transport Jeff Radebe to a question by Democratic Alliance MP Stuart Farrow.
Farrow wanted to know if Radebe was aware of the unacceptably high driver's licence failure rate in the land and what his department was doing to tackle the problem.
Radebe said that from July 2005 to last month, 1.5 million applications for driver's licences had been received and only 591 624 had been issued.
That meant a national pass rate of 39.9%.
It appears from his reply that the Free State fared the worst with 31.23%, followed by the Northern Cape and Eastern Cape with just more than 33% each.
The pass rate in the Western Cape, North West and KwaZulu-Natal was just above 35%. Gauteng fared best with 46.58%.
Radebe said the high failure rate could be attributed to people not preparing adequately for the tests.
"Applicants are not compelled to use driving schools, and in some instances driving schools don't prepare candidates properly for the tests," he said.
Radebe assured the public that the department took the inspection of testing centres seriously.
'We're talking about bribery'
Gary Ronald of the Automobile Association said the AA was swamped by complaints from members who were at their wit's end because their children repeatedly failed the driver's licence tests.
Ronald said corruption could play a major role.
"The chances are good that applicants won't pass the test unless money passes under the table. We're talking about bribery."
Ronald said someone who'd failed his first driver's licence test should be accommodated.
"If someone has failed once, he should be put on a priority bookings list so that he can repeat the test as soon as possible.
"Systems should be designed to eliminate corruption even if it means installing cameras in the cars (used for tests)."
17/07/2007 23:25 - (SA)
Rajaa Azzakani, Die Burger
Cape Town - More than 60% of all South Africans who applied for driver's licences in the past two years failed the test.
That's the gist of a written reply from Minister of Transport Jeff Radebe to a question by Democratic Alliance MP Stuart Farrow.
Farrow wanted to know if Radebe was aware of the unacceptably high driver's licence failure rate in the land and what his department was doing to tackle the problem.
Radebe said that from July 2005 to last month, 1.5 million applications for driver's licences had been received and only 591 624 had been issued.
That meant a national pass rate of 39.9%.
It appears from his reply that the Free State fared the worst with 31.23%, followed by the Northern Cape and Eastern Cape with just more than 33% each.
The pass rate in the Western Cape, North West and KwaZulu-Natal was just above 35%. Gauteng fared best with 46.58%.
Radebe said the high failure rate could be attributed to people not preparing adequately for the tests.
"Applicants are not compelled to use driving schools, and in some instances driving schools don't prepare candidates properly for the tests," he said.
Radebe assured the public that the department took the inspection of testing centres seriously.
'We're talking about bribery'
Gary Ronald of the Automobile Association said the AA was swamped by complaints from members who were at their wit's end because their children repeatedly failed the driver's licence tests.
Ronald said corruption could play a major role.
"The chances are good that applicants won't pass the test unless money passes under the table. We're talking about bribery."
Ronald said someone who'd failed his first driver's licence test should be accommodated.
"If someone has failed once, he should be put on a priority bookings list so that he can repeat the test as soon as possible.
"Systems should be designed to eliminate corruption even if it means installing cameras in the cars (used for tests)."
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
n e w p o s t
Tuesday, i'm supposed to be putting something up, so here am i.
um ...
yes ...
absolutely ...
huh?
What i'm actually doing is getting more la linea downloads, and reading Think Bike.
www.thinkbike.co.za
um ...
yes ...
absolutely ...
huh?
What i'm actually doing is getting more la linea downloads, and reading Think Bike.
www.thinkbike.co.za
Monday, 16 July 2007
I don't like Mondays ...
No-one does. If they do they're lying. If they're not lying they're insane.
Kill it before it multiplies. Simple.
However, the universe is on our side. From the creative genius of mankind, via the everlastingness of the internet, i present, La Linea!!!!!
Hmmm ... youwhat? Neverheard? ohdear. Well ..... i can't really say anything to do justice to this astounding art.
La Linea
Oh, and before i forget, something to not try at home.
http://www.donotattemptthis.com/
Kill it before it multiplies. Simple.
However, the universe is on our side. From the creative genius of mankind, via the everlastingness of the internet, i present, La Linea!!!!!
Hmmm ... youwhat? Neverheard? ohdear. Well ..... i can't really say anything to do justice to this astounding art.
La Linea
Oh, and before i forget, something to not try at home.
http://www.donotattemptthis.com/
Friday, 13 July 2007
Thursday, 12 July 2007
BE AWARE
it's working. I get to work in the morning with a supersized grin on my cheeky face. Staying alive is fun ;-)
I'm so nervous on the bike, haven't riden in a few months now (since the CB went in) and the Jonway lost it's back wheel. The FZ6 is nce, really nice. But it's bigger, and heavier, and much more than i know how to handle right now.
I guess the only answer is slowly .... but even then it's dangerous ....
I have to add at this point, that the Think Bike campaign is running again. It was started quite a while ago, and then ran out of steam. But some guys grabbed the idea, and have been very busy lately.
Coming from an angle of education, for both bikers and "cagers", informative and friendly, the guys try help each other learn and be better at this riding thing.
I am so happy to be a biker again. I have been learning all sorts, about bikes, bikers, cagers, traffic, and even the perceptions of people, of bikers.
Stopped at a shopping centre the other day, and walking through with my helmet and leathers everyone turned to stare. Guys, gals, kids the lot. Just worth mentioning i guess, although i must add that guys, gals turn their heads for 3 things: HUGE muscles (not me), a baby in your arms (me), or leathers and a helmet (me).
But the more i learn about the road, the more i see that the only factor that matters, is being aware. If you're a nooby (like me) .. be aware of it. If you're driving a car, be aware of what's around you. If you are at least aware, you can react in a manner (any manner for that), but the biggest problem is that people aren't even aware of the fact that they're blissfully braindead.
If you have a near miss on the roads, almost guarenteed the schmuck was on the phone, screaming at kids, doing make-up, talking to passenger, in fact any damn thing except watching the traffic. Come on ... you're driving at an even modest 80km/h, surely the only rational thing to do is make very sure that nothig happens, even at that speed the damage can be phenomenal, the impact velocities are frankly too large to comprehend. Being on a bike puts you in the leading edge, but exactly the same princioples apply to any aspect of the road.
I have discovered that biking is in my blood. My dear grandad rode to work on a scooter over Ou Kaapse Weg daily, i been riding pillion with my old man since i was 3. That was in Cape Town too, known for it's windy and wet conditions. The other regret i have is the years i had no bike. Those years i walked. People still don't believe me sometimes, but when i was 16/17, daddy didn't buy me a bike, or anything. So, i walked. Miles and miles and miles and miles. I guess i was hitch-hiking, but in-between rides i never stood still, there is another turnon ahead, more cars, maybe one of them will stop. Then i got my license, and instead of code 8, needed a code 10, which let me drive a great big bloody blue truck around. The other end of the scale. Big, slow, hardly functional, a deathtrap. Since then a couple of cars, couple of bikes, worked as a delivery boy for years in the car (for charity) in and around jhb, 8-10 hours a day in this blasted traffic. The rules don't change, not even for pedestrians, or trucks, just the perspective of however is behind the wheel.
I think part of the problem is basically human(ness). I am on a bike, i see the world from THIS perspective. Or, i am in a car, i see the world ONLY as car drivers similar to me. Taxi's fall under some other listing. Never driven one, travelled them enough, i actually believe it's safer to be outside the damn things, hard as it may be to consider. They however perceive the world as theirs. Anything else merely does not matter in the slightest, and their contampt for you and i and their passengers is truly frightening.
BE AWARE ... of yourself, your own car, your place in the traffic, your speed, etc.
BE AWARE ... of the people around you, at any point, know which car is where WITHOUT looking first.
BE AWARE ... of the road 100m and more in front of you ... just in case
BE AWARE ... of the road behind you, be it a car or a bike ... there WILL be someone trying to get past you.
And for god's sake ... if you are going to talk on your phone (we ALL do) please understand that it is SECOND to driving. If you drop the phone, it's inconvenient, if you drop your car, it's literally a smash. Keep your focus on the road, if you can't watch the road and talk, either pull over (applying due caution) or call them back. It really is easy.
I'm so nervous on the bike, haven't riden in a few months now (since the CB went in) and the Jonway lost it's back wheel. The FZ6 is nce, really nice. But it's bigger, and heavier, and much more than i know how to handle right now.
I guess the only answer is slowly .... but even then it's dangerous ....
I have to add at this point, that the Think Bike campaign is running again. It was started quite a while ago, and then ran out of steam. But some guys grabbed the idea, and have been very busy lately.
Coming from an angle of education, for both bikers and "cagers", informative and friendly, the guys try help each other learn and be better at this riding thing.
I am so happy to be a biker again. I have been learning all sorts, about bikes, bikers, cagers, traffic, and even the perceptions of people, of bikers.
Stopped at a shopping centre the other day, and walking through with my helmet and leathers everyone turned to stare. Guys, gals, kids the lot. Just worth mentioning i guess, although i must add that guys, gals turn their heads for 3 things: HUGE muscles (not me), a baby in your arms (me), or leathers and a helmet (me).
But the more i learn about the road, the more i see that the only factor that matters, is being aware. If you're a nooby (like me) .. be aware of it. If you're driving a car, be aware of what's around you. If you are at least aware, you can react in a manner (any manner for that), but the biggest problem is that people aren't even aware of the fact that they're blissfully braindead.
If you have a near miss on the roads, almost guarenteed the schmuck was on the phone, screaming at kids, doing make-up, talking to passenger, in fact any damn thing except watching the traffic. Come on ... you're driving at an even modest 80km/h, surely the only rational thing to do is make very sure that nothig happens, even at that speed the damage can be phenomenal, the impact velocities are frankly too large to comprehend. Being on a bike puts you in the leading edge, but exactly the same princioples apply to any aspect of the road.
I have discovered that biking is in my blood. My dear grandad rode to work on a scooter over Ou Kaapse Weg daily, i been riding pillion with my old man since i was 3. That was in Cape Town too, known for it's windy and wet conditions. The other regret i have is the years i had no bike. Those years i walked. People still don't believe me sometimes, but when i was 16/17, daddy didn't buy me a bike, or anything. So, i walked. Miles and miles and miles and miles. I guess i was hitch-hiking, but in-between rides i never stood still, there is another turnon ahead, more cars, maybe one of them will stop. Then i got my license, and instead of code 8, needed a code 10, which let me drive a great big bloody blue truck around. The other end of the scale. Big, slow, hardly functional, a deathtrap. Since then a couple of cars, couple of bikes, worked as a delivery boy for years in the car (for charity) in and around jhb, 8-10 hours a day in this blasted traffic. The rules don't change, not even for pedestrians, or trucks, just the perspective of however is behind the wheel.
I think part of the problem is basically human(ness). I am on a bike, i see the world from THIS perspective. Or, i am in a car, i see the world ONLY as car drivers similar to me. Taxi's fall under some other listing. Never driven one, travelled them enough, i actually believe it's safer to be outside the damn things, hard as it may be to consider. They however perceive the world as theirs. Anything else merely does not matter in the slightest, and their contampt for you and i and their passengers is truly frightening.
BE AWARE ... of yourself, your own car, your place in the traffic, your speed, etc.
BE AWARE ... of the people around you, at any point, know which car is where WITHOUT looking first.
BE AWARE ... of the road 100m and more in front of you ... just in case
BE AWARE ... of the road behind you, be it a car or a bike ... there WILL be someone trying to get past you.
And for god's sake ... if you are going to talk on your phone (we ALL do) please understand that it is SECOND to driving. If you drop the phone, it's inconvenient, if you drop your car, it's literally a smash. Keep your focus on the road, if you can't watch the road and talk, either pull over (applying due caution) or call them back. It really is easy.
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Places to see
http://www.sportrider.com/ride/RSS/
Very well written articles for the bikers among us. How to ride a motorcycle. Kinda like life, even though you know how it's done, if you don't keep reminding yourself of the rules, you're going to get hurt.
http://www.demakersvan.com/
Art meets tech, a few nice ideas to get round the harshness of technology.
I don't have much to say today, feeling quiet. Trying to figure the odds of a long lunch break and a run out the city. Just get to a hilltop somewhere, have a smoke ... and come back. Damn i miss the ocean.
A running chicken is poultry in motion (or a moving target)
Very well written articles for the bikers among us. How to ride a motorcycle. Kinda like life, even though you know how it's done, if you don't keep reminding yourself of the rules, you're going to get hurt.
http://www.demakersvan.com/
Art meets tech, a few nice ideas to get round the harshness of technology.
I don't have much to say today, feeling quiet. Trying to figure the odds of a long lunch break and a run out the city. Just get to a hilltop somewhere, have a smoke ... and come back. Damn i miss the ocean.
A running chicken is poultry in motion (or a moving target)
Tuesday, 10 July 2007
Eureka!!!
Yes, i had a bath moment. You can never have too many steaming hot baths ...
It's also really interesting that that is when your mind has it's best moments.
The upshot goes like this: We are an emotive society, not an intellectual one.
Now this is a big statement, one of those things that define how you perceive the world, and how to understand it more effectively. What makes it worse (i think) is that we believe, from our school days, that we are a scientific society. We have houses and cars and computers and cell phones and complex tools to assist in our daily lives. We have tradesmen, artisans, specialists, engineers, and that helpdesk helper. All these little helpers make the 21st century the age of technology.
But the over specialisation has a price. People know what they do at work, usually some minutae within a massive organisation, but even if their work impacts our domestic sphere of life, their specialisation means very little in the day to day running of our lives.
What chrystalised this train of thought was a blog post of a friend (Koo) who commented on a friend of hers talking about feelings, and how feelings were a luxury not afforded to even our parents. They took what they could out of life and were grateful for it.
Now looking at the youth of today (don't say it) but they are very emotive beings. They operate on emotion; I don't feel like doing it, it doesn't feel right, my FEELINGS, etc. Even choosing a car, most make a passionate choice, as opposed to a balanced, informed choice. It's not the make with reliability and service support that makes your insides bubble. It's the fast, sleek, sexy car that will break that in the showroom wins your heart. The subsequent trauma of having a sub standard car is merely the laws of cause and effect in action.
Hmmmm ... i'm not making my thoughts clear enough i think ......
Well, as an aside, this is exactly what i want the blog for .. just sharpening my thoughts. If they have the sharpness of a tyre, then i need to think again.
Be back a little later i hope ... got to try clarify.
It's also really interesting that that is when your mind has it's best moments.
The upshot goes like this: We are an emotive society, not an intellectual one.
Now this is a big statement, one of those things that define how you perceive the world, and how to understand it more effectively. What makes it worse (i think) is that we believe, from our school days, that we are a scientific society. We have houses and cars and computers and cell phones and complex tools to assist in our daily lives. We have tradesmen, artisans, specialists, engineers, and that helpdesk helper. All these little helpers make the 21st century the age of technology.
But the over specialisation has a price. People know what they do at work, usually some minutae within a massive organisation, but even if their work impacts our domestic sphere of life, their specialisation means very little in the day to day running of our lives.
What chrystalised this train of thought was a blog post of a friend (Koo) who commented on a friend of hers talking about feelings, and how feelings were a luxury not afforded to even our parents. They took what they could out of life and were grateful for it.
Now looking at the youth of today (don't say it) but they are very emotive beings. They operate on emotion; I don't feel like doing it, it doesn't feel right, my FEELINGS, etc. Even choosing a car, most make a passionate choice, as opposed to a balanced, informed choice. It's not the make with reliability and service support that makes your insides bubble. It's the fast, sleek, sexy car that will break that in the showroom wins your heart. The subsequent trauma of having a sub standard car is merely the laws of cause and effect in action.
Hmmmm ... i'm not making my thoughts clear enough i think ......
Well, as an aside, this is exactly what i want the blog for .. just sharpening my thoughts. If they have the sharpness of a tyre, then i need to think again.
Be back a little later i hope ... got to try clarify.
Stratovarius - Against the Wind
Against The Wind
[Words & Music by Tolkki/Kotipelto]
Once again I try to make things work
facing all the power of society
Searching all the answers of the life
I'll never make it on my own
Was I meant to fail everytime
Seems to me thats my destiny
Is this all that's left to me
Confusion and bad memories
But now my time has come
No more running in the dark
I want much more than this
I really want it all
Against the wind we run
to every place under the sun
We've got so much power inside
We will never give up
Against the wind we go
towards the new shore
together we'll forget the sorrow
it's forever gone
[Words & Music by Tolkki/Kotipelto]
Once again I try to make things work
facing all the power of society
Searching all the answers of the life
I'll never make it on my own
Was I meant to fail everytime
Seems to me thats my destiny
Is this all that's left to me
Confusion and bad memories
But now my time has come
No more running in the dark
I want much more than this
I really want it all
Against the wind we run
to every place under the sun
We've got so much power inside
We will never give up
Against the wind we go
towards the new shore
together we'll forget the sorrow
it's forever gone
Monday, 9 July 2007
If at first you do succeed, try not to look astonished.
Greetings!!!!!!
It was a very good week off, with lots getting accomplished. Lots to talk about all round ... Although truth be told, i haven't touched the internet at all, neither newspapers nor any other news source. Ignorance is bliss.
I got my learners license for a motorbike, which i only needed to get finance. That being said ..... LOOKEEEEEEEE
Yamaha FZ6 '05
I am as happy as .... um .... a pig in shit. *grin*
It's big, it's fast. it's comfortable, IT'S FAST, it's quiet, IT'S FAST, and best of all, it's mine. All mine. Ok, please picture me with a stupidly large cheshire cat type grin ... yes, the goofy look.
I have so much to add here, i see i've been tagged by Green Tea and Tan Lines, got some lyrics i want to throw in (Scorpion) and shew ... all sorts.
Nice to be back though ... a little ... leave was lovely but as ever, too short.
Got some mojo back though, which always goes a long way, and my biggest problem (ie getting to work and back) has been resolved. *deep breath*
BRING IT ON
It was a very good week off, with lots getting accomplished. Lots to talk about all round ... Although truth be told, i haven't touched the internet at all, neither newspapers nor any other news source. Ignorance is bliss.
I got my learners license for a motorbike, which i only needed to get finance. That being said ..... LOOKEEEEEEEE
Yamaha FZ6 '05
I am as happy as .... um .... a pig in shit. *grin*
It's big, it's fast. it's comfortable, IT'S FAST, it's quiet, IT'S FAST, and best of all, it's mine. All mine. Ok, please picture me with a stupidly large cheshire cat type grin ... yes, the goofy look.
I have so much to add here, i see i've been tagged by Green Tea and Tan Lines, got some lyrics i want to throw in (Scorpion) and shew ... all sorts.
Nice to be back though ... a little ... leave was lovely but as ever, too short.
Got some mojo back though, which always goes a long way, and my biggest problem (ie getting to work and back) has been resolved. *deep breath*
BRING IT ON
Moment of Glory
A moment of glory called evolution
Could I see the world with the eyes of a child
A new beginning, a moment of freedom
Like angels are singing a song full of joy
This Side Of Heaven
Belongs To The Children
I will be there, when the future arrives
A moment of glory called evolution
Could I fly away like a bird in the Sky
No limitation, a new inspiration
A World that is free just as free as my mind
Communication
A new destination
The planet of visions is calling tonight
Another thousand years seem so long
I´m just a passenger
And the ride ride has just begun
Moment of glory
A moment of glory called evolution
Could I see the world with the eyes of a child
A new beginning, a moment of freedom
Like angels are singing a song full of joy
This Side Of Heaven
Belongs To The Children
I will be there, when the future arrives
Moment of glory
Could I see the world with the eyes of a child
A new beginning, a moment of freedom
Like angels are singing a song full of joy
This Side Of Heaven
Belongs To The Children
I will be there, when the future arrives
A moment of glory called evolution
Could I fly away like a bird in the Sky
No limitation, a new inspiration
A World that is free just as free as my mind
Communication
A new destination
The planet of visions is calling tonight
Another thousand years seem so long
I´m just a passenger
And the ride ride has just begun
Moment of glory
A moment of glory called evolution
Could I see the world with the eyes of a child
A new beginning, a moment of freedom
Like angels are singing a song full of joy
This Side Of Heaven
Belongs To The Children
I will be there, when the future arrives
Moment of glory
Tag time
I was tagged by Blistering Barnacles of Green Tea and Tan Lines.
HERE’S THE RULES…
- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
- People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
- At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people who get tagged and list their names
- Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them their tagged.
my 8 random facts:
1. I am a schoolkid in my own head ... this being an adult sucks (except for motorbikes)
2. I have a family of: 1 wife, 3 kids, 2 dogs, several fish, and a live in maid
3. I have met a female superior from the office at a strip club (by acident.
4. I don't have TV
5. I own a motor bike, and love the "biker" lifestyle
6. Hanepoort is my "house blend" at home
7. I do not like commercialism ... or branding ... or stickers
8. I have travelled everywhere in SA ... and love it!!!!!
i tag…
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HERE’S THE RULES…
- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
- People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
- At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people who get tagged and list their names
- Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them their tagged.
my 8 random facts:
1. I am a schoolkid in my own head ... this being an adult sucks (except for motorbikes)
2. I have a family of: 1 wife, 3 kids, 2 dogs, several fish, and a live in maid
3. I have met a female superior from the office at a strip club (by acident.
4. I don't have TV
5. I own a motor bike, and love the "biker" lifestyle
6. Hanepoort is my "house blend" at home
7. I do not like commercialism ... or branding ... or stickers
8. I have travelled everywhere in SA ... and love it!!!!!
i tag…
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Friday, 29 June 2007
TGIF
Hey hey ... it's friday!!!
And next week ... I'M ON LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's like the first time in years, absolutely years that i am taking leave. Usually it it FOR something. Be it a funural or something along those lines. And then it involves travel, which i enjoy, but it's always driving more than resting, so after the leave, i'm finished.
I'm going to be home. Doing nothing that i don't want to. The kids are at my parents house for a week or two ... man i cannot wait.
I have a lot to do though. Banks, bike license, home repairs, more home repairs, garden maintenance, car maintenance, sorting MY STUFF. I dig it.
I'm standing on the edge of an unknown abyss, well earned R&R, ands to be honest it kinda scares me. The last time i was home without mandate was between jobs, about 2 years ago. But being jobless and home is different from being fully employed on leave, and home.
While i recognise that wifey WILL wake me up in the morning, and probably make me open the gate or something similar, i'll go back to bed, and sleep more. No traffic ... *dreamy sigh* and a week that i don't have to be in bed by 9, like i have lately. PLAY GAMES ALL NIGHT WOOOOHOOO!!!!!
OK ... i'll calm down.
I discovered 2 very good sites, in very different directions.
http://bringontherevolution.blogspot.com/ ... well what could i say ... very well researched and enlightening.
www.b3ta.com ... people have WAY too much time on their hands .....
Maybe i'll drop something more in later, but i thnk i'm going to have a no-inet-access week. No news, no anything ... and my cell phone will probably be off too ... if anyone breaches my defences, i'll run away and join a circus.
No, um, ok, i'm in a circus, i mean, ok.
Diplomacy is the art of knowing when to shut up.
And next week ... I'M ON LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's like the first time in years, absolutely years that i am taking leave. Usually it it FOR something. Be it a funural or something along those lines. And then it involves travel, which i enjoy, but it's always driving more than resting, so after the leave, i'm finished.
I'm going to be home. Doing nothing that i don't want to. The kids are at my parents house for a week or two ... man i cannot wait.
I have a lot to do though. Banks, bike license, home repairs, more home repairs, garden maintenance, car maintenance, sorting MY STUFF. I dig it.
I'm standing on the edge of an unknown abyss, well earned R&R, ands to be honest it kinda scares me. The last time i was home without mandate was between jobs, about 2 years ago. But being jobless and home is different from being fully employed on leave, and home.
While i recognise that wifey WILL wake me up in the morning, and probably make me open the gate or something similar, i'll go back to bed, and sleep more. No traffic ... *dreamy sigh* and a week that i don't have to be in bed by 9, like i have lately. PLAY GAMES ALL NIGHT WOOOOHOOO!!!!!
OK ... i'll calm down.
I discovered 2 very good sites, in very different directions.
http://bringontherevolution.blogspot.com/ ... well what could i say ... very well researched and enlightening.
www.b3ta.com ... people have WAY too much time on their hands .....
Maybe i'll drop something more in later, but i thnk i'm going to have a no-inet-access week. No news, no anything ... and my cell phone will probably be off too ... if anyone breaches my defences, i'll run away and join a circus.
No, um, ok, i'm in a circus, i mean, ok.
Diplomacy is the art of knowing when to shut up.
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Newsworthy-ish
2 items caught my attention in the news today. 1 about mugabe and the other about public indecency.
Lots of people are hoping that mugabe is going to announce his retirement this year. This is as per the SABC radio news, lead story this morning. Now there is just a whole lot in that story that i take great exception to. For a start, it's not news. Nothing happened. Some people are speculating and hoping for something as unlikely as the toothfairy going commercial.
Millions of people are sitting in dire poverty, waiting for this animal to ANNOUNCE his retirement. There is no will of the people, no best for the most going on there. All there is is a seriously sick man, a bunch of cowards around him, and our own dear leaders and all their adoration. The glaringly obvious fact, is that this is what mbeki holds as his ideal, with so much spin doctoring and wordplay coming out of the anc conference about the succession. I can't keep up with their arbitrary and hair splitting descriptions of their perception of how the world might look if only we closed our eyes and listened harder.
You hear what i'm typing? Really ... the world has more scope for assasination. Make some down side to standing up and mouthing off with no actual result other than a burgeoning bank account.
As an aside, despite the police denunciations etc, vigilantism is alive and well in south africa. WE THE PEOPLE. In the cape they're doing it right, going to the drug sellers houses.
The police are not our friends. They are the friends of the politicians, who are CERTAINLY not anyone's friend but their own.
Which brings me to the next story, in the JHB Metro paper. A couple were arrested for public indencency near Dobsonville. They were naked in a car and having sex. It was approximately midnight, they were parked (it seems) sufficiently out of the way to be ... unobvious, or discrete maybe.
So the police came along, arrested them, charged them, court case to follow.
Now here is the kicker ... the police said that they discourage people from having sex in their cars as it opens them up to violent crime (paraphrased). ummmmmm .... and harassment by the police it seems, which is remarkably similar to violent crime.
Please understand, i don't know the couple, or their scenario. I guess they should be inside somewhere, but at the same time they know that too. If they were there, they had no where else to go. And anyone anywhere getting sex is good, when consensual of course. They were not being a problem in any way. So now "for their own protection" (?) they are arrested and charged. Fuck that!!!
I have the dubious honour of having been arrested for exactly the same thing - public indecency.
With my wife. We weren't naked, were not in the car, and not having sex. However, it took a van with 6 policemen approximately 4 hours to arrest us, charge us, etc. They intimidated us, lied to their own superiors, did not follow due process, threatened my wife, lied to us, and generally fucked up our day rather solidly. Court on monday morning, the case was thrown out.
We're MARRIED, had kids at home with a babysitter and were literally just getting out for a while. They charged me with rape and wifey with prostitution, and told us we were lying that we're married.
This is not justice. This is neither protecting nor serving. My heart goes out to those 2 lovers. May the universe compensate them, since i know that they both were badly treated, for no reason at all.
Loud and proud .... FUCK THE PIGS (police ... i like real pigs)
Lots of people are hoping that mugabe is going to announce his retirement this year. This is as per the SABC radio news, lead story this morning. Now there is just a whole lot in that story that i take great exception to. For a start, it's not news. Nothing happened. Some people are speculating and hoping for something as unlikely as the toothfairy going commercial.
Millions of people are sitting in dire poverty, waiting for this animal to ANNOUNCE his retirement. There is no will of the people, no best for the most going on there. All there is is a seriously sick man, a bunch of cowards around him, and our own dear leaders and all their adoration. The glaringly obvious fact, is that this is what mbeki holds as his ideal, with so much spin doctoring and wordplay coming out of the anc conference about the succession. I can't keep up with their arbitrary and hair splitting descriptions of their perception of how the world might look if only we closed our eyes and listened harder.
You hear what i'm typing? Really ... the world has more scope for assasination. Make some down side to standing up and mouthing off with no actual result other than a burgeoning bank account.
As an aside, despite the police denunciations etc, vigilantism is alive and well in south africa. WE THE PEOPLE. In the cape they're doing it right, going to the drug sellers houses.
The police are not our friends. They are the friends of the politicians, who are CERTAINLY not anyone's friend but their own.
Which brings me to the next story, in the JHB Metro paper. A couple were arrested for public indencency near Dobsonville. They were naked in a car and having sex. It was approximately midnight, they were parked (it seems) sufficiently out of the way to be ... unobvious, or discrete maybe.
So the police came along, arrested them, charged them, court case to follow.
Now here is the kicker ... the police said that they discourage people from having sex in their cars as it opens them up to violent crime (paraphrased). ummmmmm .... and harassment by the police it seems, which is remarkably similar to violent crime.
Please understand, i don't know the couple, or their scenario. I guess they should be inside somewhere, but at the same time they know that too. If they were there, they had no where else to go. And anyone anywhere getting sex is good, when consensual of course. They were not being a problem in any way. So now "for their own protection" (?) they are arrested and charged. Fuck that!!!
I have the dubious honour of having been arrested for exactly the same thing - public indecency.
With my wife. We weren't naked, were not in the car, and not having sex. However, it took a van with 6 policemen approximately 4 hours to arrest us, charge us, etc. They intimidated us, lied to their own superiors, did not follow due process, threatened my wife, lied to us, and generally fucked up our day rather solidly. Court on monday morning, the case was thrown out.
We're MARRIED, had kids at home with a babysitter and were literally just getting out for a while. They charged me with rape and wifey with prostitution, and told us we were lying that we're married.
This is not justice. This is neither protecting nor serving. My heart goes out to those 2 lovers. May the universe compensate them, since i know that they both were badly treated, for no reason at all.
Loud and proud .... FUCK THE PIGS (police ... i like real pigs)
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Our place, our time
My thanks to Dionysius Stoned for bringing this to my attention. I hope it's ok to just copy this in entirety, but i believe important for this speech to be seen and heard by as many as it can reach.
Made by John Holloway at the anti G8 fesival in Rostok.
Our place. This is our place. Not theirs, ours. Ours is a space without borders, without definitions. They have their own place, over there, behind the metal barriers, the barbed wire, surrounded by thousands of police. That is where the mass murderers belong, in the prison that we have created for them. The political leaders of the world move only when they are surrounded by police and bodyguards, behind high walls, protected by guns and helicopters. They cannot move freely because they are afraid of us.
Our time. This is our time. Not theirs, ours. A time of intensity, a time of passion, a time of dreams, a time of breaking time. A time in which we refuse all continuity, a time for making the world anew. We shall dance to dawn and beyond if we want. Their time is the time of the clock that ticks the seconds of death, the time of continuity that says “obey today, obey tomorrow”. Their time is the timetable of their plan to destroy humanity.
Our music, our dance. This is our music, our dance. Not theirs, ours. They have no music, the only music they know is the music they turn up loud to drown the screams of the people they are torturing in Guantanamo and in prison camps throughout the world. The only dance they know is the march of their soldiers who are trampling over the world.
Our place, our time, our music, our dance. We are the centre of the world.
It is important to remember that. Especially in these miserable times. Especially when they have launched the Fourth World War against us, the war of all states against all people. Especially when capital is celebrating its orgies. Especially when the violent repression of those who want to create a different world has become the routine practice of all states. They are trying to subordinate us. To make us mindless robots. To make us like them.
They want us to be like them. Imagine, to be like them, stinking bits of inhumanity – the very thought is sickening. That is the very last thing on earth that we want. By every means possible, by brutality, by seduction, by bribery, they try to make us to be like them, to act like them. That is what the real enemy is, not just them but becoming like them. How many revolutions have ended like that in the past, with the revolutionary leaders becoming new rulers! How many revolutionary movements have become bogged down in the violent meaninglessness of one army confronting another, all thoughts of human emancipation long since lost! If we become like them, we have lost.
Asymmetry, then, is the key to our struggle. No symmetry. Above all, no symmetry. Our weapon is that we do not act like them, we do not talk like them, we do not look like them, we are not even comprehensible to them.
Against their walls and barriers we set our space without frontiers. Against their clock our time of intensity and relaxation. Against the noise of their emptiness our music. Against their march our dance.
Against their hierarchy our horizontality. Against their state our assemblies. Against their representative democracy our self-determination. Against their institutions our organising. Against the brutality of their violence, the creativity of a self-defence rooted in popular support. Against their police our clowns (… or?)
Against their self-satisfaction, our rage. Against their death our life. Against their money our dignity. Against their destruction our creativity. Against their labour our doing.
Against their sexual dimorphism our polymorphous perversity. Against their definitions our overflowing. Against their prose our poetry. Against their nouns our verbs. Against their pomposity our laughter. Against their arrogance, our knowledge that they depend on us. Against their permanence our understanding that we make them and if we do not make them tomorrow, they will not exist tomorrow. Against their command our insubordination. Against their control, our world that they cannot control, that they will never be able to control.
Our place, our time, our music, our dance. In this moment we are the centre of the world. Let’s enjoy it!
John Holloway, June 3 2007
‘Change the World Without Taking Power’
Made by John Holloway at the anti G8 fesival in Rostok.
Our place. This is our place. Not theirs, ours. Ours is a space without borders, without definitions. They have their own place, over there, behind the metal barriers, the barbed wire, surrounded by thousands of police. That is where the mass murderers belong, in the prison that we have created for them. The political leaders of the world move only when they are surrounded by police and bodyguards, behind high walls, protected by guns and helicopters. They cannot move freely because they are afraid of us.
Our time. This is our time. Not theirs, ours. A time of intensity, a time of passion, a time of dreams, a time of breaking time. A time in which we refuse all continuity, a time for making the world anew. We shall dance to dawn and beyond if we want. Their time is the time of the clock that ticks the seconds of death, the time of continuity that says “obey today, obey tomorrow”. Their time is the timetable of their plan to destroy humanity.
Our music, our dance. This is our music, our dance. Not theirs, ours. They have no music, the only music they know is the music they turn up loud to drown the screams of the people they are torturing in Guantanamo and in prison camps throughout the world. The only dance they know is the march of their soldiers who are trampling over the world.
Our place, our time, our music, our dance. We are the centre of the world.
It is important to remember that. Especially in these miserable times. Especially when they have launched the Fourth World War against us, the war of all states against all people. Especially when capital is celebrating its orgies. Especially when the violent repression of those who want to create a different world has become the routine practice of all states. They are trying to subordinate us. To make us mindless robots. To make us like them.
They want us to be like them. Imagine, to be like them, stinking bits of inhumanity – the very thought is sickening. That is the very last thing on earth that we want. By every means possible, by brutality, by seduction, by bribery, they try to make us to be like them, to act like them. That is what the real enemy is, not just them but becoming like them. How many revolutions have ended like that in the past, with the revolutionary leaders becoming new rulers! How many revolutionary movements have become bogged down in the violent meaninglessness of one army confronting another, all thoughts of human emancipation long since lost! If we become like them, we have lost.
Asymmetry, then, is the key to our struggle. No symmetry. Above all, no symmetry. Our weapon is that we do not act like them, we do not talk like them, we do not look like them, we are not even comprehensible to them.
Against their walls and barriers we set our space without frontiers. Against their clock our time of intensity and relaxation. Against the noise of their emptiness our music. Against their march our dance.
Against their hierarchy our horizontality. Against their state our assemblies. Against their representative democracy our self-determination. Against their institutions our organising. Against the brutality of their violence, the creativity of a self-defence rooted in popular support. Against their police our clowns (… or?)
Against their self-satisfaction, our rage. Against their death our life. Against their money our dignity. Against their destruction our creativity. Against their labour our doing.
Against their sexual dimorphism our polymorphous perversity. Against their definitions our overflowing. Against their prose our poetry. Against their nouns our verbs. Against their pomposity our laughter. Against their arrogance, our knowledge that they depend on us. Against their permanence our understanding that we make them and if we do not make them tomorrow, they will not exist tomorrow. Against their command our insubordination. Against their control, our world that they cannot control, that they will never be able to control.
Our place, our time, our music, our dance. In this moment we are the centre of the world. Let’s enjoy it!
John Holloway, June 3 2007
‘Change the World Without Taking Power’
I've found them!!!!!
HEY EVERYBODY
THEY'RE HERE ... IN SOUTH AFRICA!!!!
I'm sooooooooooooo happy.
http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=13&art_id=nw20070626165215448C310382
Have you ever heard of the The Zabalaza Anarchist Communist Federation (ZACF)? Neither had i. But they're around it seems, and released a statement in reply to the accusation's of "racist anarchists" made made some or other apparatchik.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa .... dear me, i'm tickled.
The ANC .. of marxist socialist communist fame, has dared to call anarchists racists. There is a difference, a HUGE one for those who count these things.
I believe it could be best put by an anarchist as such: "I'm not racist, i hate everybody ... " seriously, it's because of the stupidity displayed in the "racist anarchists" comment that makes anarchists believe as they do.
Make no mistake, anarchists LOVE the new SA government. Robert mugabe must be a hero for them. Single handedly destroying an entire economy, brilliant.
But probably the biggest secret of all, is that anarchists are not stupid, very smart, and in my experience make more logical rational sense than any goddamed politician i've ever spoken with (and yeah i've spoken to a few).
Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, may i present, the The Zabalaza Anarchist Communist Federation
Oh, and a useful start to anarchy *wink* Anarchy, by Wikipedia
THEY'RE HERE ... IN SOUTH AFRICA!!!!
I'm sooooooooooooo happy.
http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=13&art_id=nw20070626165215448C310382
Have you ever heard of the The Zabalaza Anarchist Communist Federation (ZACF)? Neither had i. But they're around it seems, and released a statement in reply to the accusation's of "racist anarchists" made made some or other apparatchik.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa .... dear me, i'm tickled.
The ANC .. of marxist socialist communist fame, has dared to call anarchists racists. There is a difference, a HUGE one for those who count these things.
I believe it could be best put by an anarchist as such: "I'm not racist, i hate everybody ... " seriously, it's because of the stupidity displayed in the "racist anarchists" comment that makes anarchists believe as they do.
Make no mistake, anarchists LOVE the new SA government. Robert mugabe must be a hero for them. Single handedly destroying an entire economy, brilliant.
But probably the biggest secret of all, is that anarchists are not stupid, very smart, and in my experience make more logical rational sense than any goddamed politician i've ever spoken with (and yeah i've spoken to a few).
Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, may i present, the The Zabalaza Anarchist Communist Federation
Oh, and a useful start to anarchy *wink* Anarchy, by Wikipedia
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
post ... post ... post
I try update this blog once a day, but don't seem to get it right. When i get to work first thing in the morning, i have but one thought ... OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT????? ... in reference to JHB's traffic.
It's a daily mindnumbing i can't take anymore.
And if ANYONE mentions that damned national credit act i'm gonna puke, then hit them.
It seems like the universe is loaded against any law abiding citizen. I can't buy a bike for R25000 because the bank won't finance it. Or give me credit. I can't get a learners and financing for a more expensive bike, because i quote "there are no openings .... (for a learners test) .. oh ok, can you tell me when one will be available? No. Call again tomorrow. Another of those fucking systems where they will not answer a simple question before taking your full name, ID number, cell number, work address, home address, etc. Only to return with no, can't help, bye.
Makes me cry. Really. It's catch-22 deluxe, how on earth do we get this way. I'm credit clean, paid off 2 cars before the due date, am up to date on accounts, have NO clothing accounts etc. Bank tells me sorry, we cannot treat you like a valued client, we have to treat you the same as the beggar outside. Then they implement changes to my account which I DID NOT REQUEST. Changed the entire nature of my account.
Fraud anyone?
I try so hard everyday to put a smile on my face, but for crying out loud, i cannot do simple things, for ultimately complex reasons.
I want a bike. Daily fuel costs and commuting time are the 2 major factors. Seems like a good decision right?
Bought a brand new Jonway 125. It broke, repeatedly. They replaced it after legal action. That one broke too. It's now standing in my garage, because i will not venture into JHB traffic on a vehicle that falls apart, repeatedly.
Then i discover that no-one will touch it. I cannot trade it in, i cannot sell it, crap i can't even give it away. The motor cycle fraternity are a bunch of self serving pricks. No one will help, no customer service.
Then a buy a honda 400. Everythying i could find out told me it's a good buy. 4 months down the line, after R4000 repairs at the local maccy, it shits itself completely. It is now standing in benoni somewhere, at the EXPERT. Fucking prat.
Tells me he's NEVER seen one of these in south africa. There are no spares.
He won't return it broken, since that will backfire ON HIM????????
WTF CAN I DO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
It's a daily mindnumbing i can't take anymore.
And if ANYONE mentions that damned national credit act i'm gonna puke, then hit them.
It seems like the universe is loaded against any law abiding citizen. I can't buy a bike for R25000 because the bank won't finance it. Or give me credit. I can't get a learners and financing for a more expensive bike, because i quote "there are no openings .... (for a learners test) .. oh ok, can you tell me when one will be available? No. Call again tomorrow. Another of those fucking systems where they will not answer a simple question before taking your full name, ID number, cell number, work address, home address, etc. Only to return with no, can't help, bye.
Makes me cry. Really. It's catch-22 deluxe, how on earth do we get this way. I'm credit clean, paid off 2 cars before the due date, am up to date on accounts, have NO clothing accounts etc. Bank tells me sorry, we cannot treat you like a valued client, we have to treat you the same as the beggar outside. Then they implement changes to my account which I DID NOT REQUEST. Changed the entire nature of my account.
Fraud anyone?
I try so hard everyday to put a smile on my face, but for crying out loud, i cannot do simple things, for ultimately complex reasons.
I want a bike. Daily fuel costs and commuting time are the 2 major factors. Seems like a good decision right?
Bought a brand new Jonway 125. It broke, repeatedly. They replaced it after legal action. That one broke too. It's now standing in my garage, because i will not venture into JHB traffic on a vehicle that falls apart, repeatedly.
Then i discover that no-one will touch it. I cannot trade it in, i cannot sell it, crap i can't even give it away. The motor cycle fraternity are a bunch of self serving pricks. No one will help, no customer service.
Then a buy a honda 400. Everythying i could find out told me it's a good buy. 4 months down the line, after R4000 repairs at the local maccy, it shits itself completely. It is now standing in benoni somewhere, at the EXPERT. Fucking prat.
Tells me he's NEVER seen one of these in south africa. There are no spares.
He won't return it broken, since that will backfire ON HIM????????
WTF CAN I DO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Monday, 25 June 2007
Monday .... again
Good morning world
Another week another ... week i guess.
I don't really have much to say, nice weekend, i kinda relaxed. Strange how it's never quite enough, one more day would sooooo do me.
ok, another week perhaps......
Music ... that's about the best i have to offer today. Just some thoughts on how good it is. Music calms the savage beast, is the universal language and has more power thanwe know how to control. Sounds and wave harmonics are a field that is just starting to come into it's own. Understanding how sounds relate to our human bodies, and the various effects they have.
It's all tied together eventually. The strangest thing is, it provides basis for a lot of "old" knowledge, astrology etc, in terms of how the planets resonate, and how it affects us. Now it's common knowledge that we are mostly water, which (a) reacts to the sun / moon and other gravitational effects, and (b) is more sensitive to any kind of vibrations. We are more sensitive than we realise, and it's a great pity that we hide these magnificent bodies in our offices and buildings.
Our bodies and minds react to so much, we couldn't even begin to understand. An old anecdote i read, tells of a man who moved offices within a high rise. From then on, he became sickly, apparently without any obvious cause. Having some knowledge of waves, he began searching for various frequencies that impacted on his office. To his great surprise, he discovered that the aricon unit for the building across the street, was at the same height as his office, and owing to a loose part, was creating a hum, at a frequency that was literally making him ill.
Now it may seem quite otherworldly, but if the buildings around you can make you sick, surely those powerlines behind your garden are not as innocuous as they seem?
High tension power lines create a magnetic field of note (no pun intended) that is powerful enough to confuse your body, even at a cellular level. Cancer is nothing more than your bodies natural reaction to the vast amount of "noise" that inundates it daily. Which is the major reason getting to the beach or mountains is so much more important. In fact, when i go on holiday, the only real question to ask should be: "does it have cell phone reception?" and if the answer is yes, find another place.
We humans are magnificent, marvellous and incredibly stupid too. When will we learn than nature is a balanced system, with failsafes and self-regulating mechanisms everywhere. Those are not always "human-friendly" but hey, survival of the fittest and all that. This concrete jungle of ours is everything-unfriendly, and while i sincerely doubt we'll ever truly destroy earth, we'll certainly destroy the useful (to us) bits soon enough.
Music is the natural way to get round this, by producing tones and sounds that your body accepts as healing and relaxing. Water dripping, crickets chirping, wind rustling, the sea churning ..... these are all sounds which your body resonates to, and in doing so heals itself naturally. Balance.
Unfortunately we are far fonder of a cell phone chat than sitting by running water, something which medicine will tell you is not in our survival interests ...
Medicine will also tell you to call 0800 .. for free medical advice.
You want free medical advice? Throw your fucking cell phone out the window. Hope the window breaks .. that way you'll get some dubiously fresh city air.
PS Did you know that JHB is the biggest man made forest in the world?
PPS Did you know that JHB is the largest inhabited forest in the world?
PPPS I COULD say something about that .... but i also think it's self evident ...
Another week another ... week i guess.
I don't really have much to say, nice weekend, i kinda relaxed. Strange how it's never quite enough, one more day would sooooo do me.
ok, another week perhaps......
Music ... that's about the best i have to offer today. Just some thoughts on how good it is. Music calms the savage beast, is the universal language and has more power thanwe know how to control. Sounds and wave harmonics are a field that is just starting to come into it's own. Understanding how sounds relate to our human bodies, and the various effects they have.
It's all tied together eventually. The strangest thing is, it provides basis for a lot of "old" knowledge, astrology etc, in terms of how the planets resonate, and how it affects us. Now it's common knowledge that we are mostly water, which (a) reacts to the sun / moon and other gravitational effects, and (b) is more sensitive to any kind of vibrations. We are more sensitive than we realise, and it's a great pity that we hide these magnificent bodies in our offices and buildings.
Our bodies and minds react to so much, we couldn't even begin to understand. An old anecdote i read, tells of a man who moved offices within a high rise. From then on, he became sickly, apparently without any obvious cause. Having some knowledge of waves, he began searching for various frequencies that impacted on his office. To his great surprise, he discovered that the aricon unit for the building across the street, was at the same height as his office, and owing to a loose part, was creating a hum, at a frequency that was literally making him ill.
Now it may seem quite otherworldly, but if the buildings around you can make you sick, surely those powerlines behind your garden are not as innocuous as they seem?
High tension power lines create a magnetic field of note (no pun intended) that is powerful enough to confuse your body, even at a cellular level. Cancer is nothing more than your bodies natural reaction to the vast amount of "noise" that inundates it daily. Which is the major reason getting to the beach or mountains is so much more important. In fact, when i go on holiday, the only real question to ask should be: "does it have cell phone reception?" and if the answer is yes, find another place.
We humans are magnificent, marvellous and incredibly stupid too. When will we learn than nature is a balanced system, with failsafes and self-regulating mechanisms everywhere. Those are not always "human-friendly" but hey, survival of the fittest and all that. This concrete jungle of ours is everything-unfriendly, and while i sincerely doubt we'll ever truly destroy earth, we'll certainly destroy the useful (to us) bits soon enough.
Music is the natural way to get round this, by producing tones and sounds that your body accepts as healing and relaxing. Water dripping, crickets chirping, wind rustling, the sea churning ..... these are all sounds which your body resonates to, and in doing so heals itself naturally. Balance.
Unfortunately we are far fonder of a cell phone chat than sitting by running water, something which medicine will tell you is not in our survival interests ...
Medicine will also tell you to call 0800 .. for free medical advice.
You want free medical advice? Throw your fucking cell phone out the window. Hope the window breaks .. that way you'll get some dubiously fresh city air.
PS Did you know that JHB is the biggest man made forest in the world?
PPS Did you know that JHB is the largest inhabited forest in the world?
PPPS I COULD say something about that .... but i also think it's self evident ...
Friday, 22 June 2007
the post for today is ...
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
All this fucking stupid dickhead dark shithole of a planet and all the motherfucking stupid people who inhabit it.
Myself included.
All this fucking stupid dickhead dark shithole of a planet and all the motherfucking stupid people who inhabit it.
Myself included.
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
How to hide marijuana and get away with it
June 20 2007 at 02:06AM
By Paul J Weber
Big Sandy - A former narcotics officer once considered among the finest in Texas has authorities huffing and puffing because of his DVDs: They tell people how to hide marijuana and get away with it.
Barry Cooper, a convert to the cause of legalising marijuana, plans to release his second informational DVD this fall - this one on how to keep police from raiding your home for marijuana. Six months ago, he released his first DVD Never Get Busted Again in which the former star of West Texas's Permian Basin Drug Task force gives tips on hiding marijuana (dashboards are rife with nooks and crannies) and throwing off drug-sniffing dogs (coat your tires in fox urine).
"I'm not helping them to break the law. It's clear the law is already being broken," said Cooper, 38, who left law enforcement a decade ago. "I will do anything legal to frustrate law enforcement's efforts to place American citizens in jail for nonviolent drug offences."
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By Paul J Weber
Big Sandy - A former narcotics officer once considered among the finest in Texas has authorities huffing and puffing because of his DVDs: They tell people how to hide marijuana and get away with it.
Barry Cooper, a convert to the cause of legalising marijuana, plans to release his second informational DVD this fall - this one on how to keep police from raiding your home for marijuana. Six months ago, he released his first DVD Never Get Busted Again in which the former star of West Texas's Permian Basin Drug Task force gives tips on hiding marijuana (dashboards are rife with nooks and crannies) and throwing off drug-sniffing dogs (coat your tires in fox urine).
"I'm not helping them to break the law. It's clear the law is already being broken," said Cooper, 38, who left law enforcement a decade ago. "I will do anything legal to frustrate law enforcement's efforts to place American citizens in jail for nonviolent drug offences."
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Blinded by faith
Blinded
A girl claims to see the Virgin Mary. People flock to her. She tells them to stare at the sun. They go blind.
What about the above series of events makes me so sick to the pit of my stomach.
I don't know the girl, or "her story" too well, but it doesn't matter. She's delusional. Seeing anything in the sun is well .. dodgy at best, and seeing the virgin mary???? Here, have some drugs.
Not that i don't believe in the paranormal, or the bible for that matter, but if you want to get biblical "By their fruits shall you know them" ... her fruits are blind people, who could see fine. There are those that state that anything of this nature are the works of demons, not angels. I tend to agree. Whatever you may think of God, He's usually consistent. Oh crap this irritates me.
I don't doubt she's a nice girl. I also believe she's probably very charismatic. This doesn't change the fact that she is a child, and adults should know better.
Her parents are probably just as simple. If one of my kids becomes "public" i certainly wouldn't stand aside and shrug. This kind of public frenzy cannot end well.
Francesca Zackey
A girl claims to see the Virgin Mary. People flock to her. She tells them to stare at the sun. They go blind.
What about the above series of events makes me so sick to the pit of my stomach.
I don't know the girl, or "her story" too well, but it doesn't matter. She's delusional. Seeing anything in the sun is well .. dodgy at best, and seeing the virgin mary???? Here, have some drugs.
Not that i don't believe in the paranormal, or the bible for that matter, but if you want to get biblical "By their fruits shall you know them" ... her fruits are blind people, who could see fine. There are those that state that anything of this nature are the works of demons, not angels. I tend to agree. Whatever you may think of God, He's usually consistent. Oh crap this irritates me.
I don't doubt she's a nice girl. I also believe she's probably very charismatic. This doesn't change the fact that she is a child, and adults should know better.
Her parents are probably just as simple. If one of my kids becomes "public" i certainly wouldn't stand aside and shrug. This kind of public frenzy cannot end well.
Francesca Zackey
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Sex
Gender ... intercourse ... characteristics ... homo ... hetero ... kinky ... wierd
We all have our favourite idea, and favourite manner of sex. Yes, i know you do. Your parents do too ... *shudder* and theirs ... *ugh* and that gorgeous blond secretary down the hall *grin*.
It's been with us from the start, and is as natural as eating or breathing. But sex is more than either of those. While breathing we don't even think about, and food is a multi trillion dollar industry, offering anything your mind can conceive of, sex is don't. Don't talk about it, don't share your preferences, don't tell me what you did last night, ESPECIALLY not who with!
Why this absolute block on anything sexual? At the office, you can go any any website you want to, from gaming to cars to food to really wierd ways to spend your spare time, but do not go to a porn site ... they'll fire you for that.
And what's with this porn thing? It's like showing a room full of hungry people a movie about some lucky folks digging into the biggest fullest buffet ever.
Everybody wants it, everybody does it, everyone thinks of it (every couple of seconds apparently), yet no-one talks about it, and more often than not is NEVER open about it. Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. Prostitution is the oldest profession, makes me think of some poor caveman being given the run around by some tarted up cavegirl, confused because well ... i need it, and you're making me run around collecting fucking SHELLS? But it's illegal. Not to mention dirty, BECAUSE it's illegal. Legalize it, bring it into the open. Yes you'll create otyher problems, but turniong your eyes away won't change it, or help in any way.
The you get the whole kinky trip. It's gone now, but once upon a time there was a website called furniture.com. Really ... you have no idea. I got a pretty good imagination ... but FOR FLYING FUCK SAKES?!?!?! Yeah. And you know about those outfits for fancy dress parties and mascots at sporting events, some people get turned on by that ... great big teddy bear, literally.
Not to judge, if they are getting their rocks off good for them!!
But apart form trying to get my blog noticed *wink* it is something that should be more open, should be more discussed, and should certainly be better approached, because at the moment it's not working. Rape is so common some people don't see it as a problem, but as a way of life. I got no issue wwith the govt cutting off some rapists dick, isn't democracy about the best for the most?
We need to control it, but to do that, we need to understand it. Read up, the Kama Sutra is still very relevant, try stuff (with a WILLING partner please) and don't be afraid to go that little bit further in your desire to understand your own body's pleasures.
Sexual fustration is a killer ... go on ... shag someone today!!!
We all have our favourite idea, and favourite manner of sex. Yes, i know you do. Your parents do too ... *shudder* and theirs ... *ugh* and that gorgeous blond secretary down the hall *grin*.
It's been with us from the start, and is as natural as eating or breathing. But sex is more than either of those. While breathing we don't even think about, and food is a multi trillion dollar industry, offering anything your mind can conceive of, sex is don't. Don't talk about it, don't share your preferences, don't tell me what you did last night, ESPECIALLY not who with!
Why this absolute block on anything sexual? At the office, you can go any any website you want to, from gaming to cars to food to really wierd ways to spend your spare time, but do not go to a porn site ... they'll fire you for that.
And what's with this porn thing? It's like showing a room full of hungry people a movie about some lucky folks digging into the biggest fullest buffet ever.
Everybody wants it, everybody does it, everyone thinks of it (every couple of seconds apparently), yet no-one talks about it, and more often than not is NEVER open about it. Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. Prostitution is the oldest profession, makes me think of some poor caveman being given the run around by some tarted up cavegirl, confused because well ... i need it, and you're making me run around collecting fucking SHELLS? But it's illegal. Not to mention dirty, BECAUSE it's illegal. Legalize it, bring it into the open. Yes you'll create otyher problems, but turniong your eyes away won't change it, or help in any way.
The you get the whole kinky trip. It's gone now, but once upon a time there was a website called furniture.com. Really ... you have no idea. I got a pretty good imagination ... but FOR FLYING FUCK SAKES?!?!?! Yeah. And you know about those outfits for fancy dress parties and mascots at sporting events, some people get turned on by that ... great big teddy bear, literally.
Not to judge, if they are getting their rocks off good for them!!
But apart form trying to get my blog noticed *wink* it is something that should be more open, should be more discussed, and should certainly be better approached, because at the moment it's not working. Rape is so common some people don't see it as a problem, but as a way of life. I got no issue wwith the govt cutting off some rapists dick, isn't democracy about the best for the most?
We need to control it, but to do that, we need to understand it. Read up, the Kama Sutra is still very relevant, try stuff (with a WILLING partner please) and don't be afraid to go that little bit further in your desire to understand your own body's pleasures.
Sexual fustration is a killer ... go on ... shag someone today!!!
Monday, 18 June 2007
another monday
and so the cycle begins .....
I am sick and have toothache *ugh* want to feel better.
This'll do it ......
Or take a closer look here
Not any reason for me showing this, i found one ... with 17000km on the clock.
That is brand new. I want. I will have it by sundown.
I am sick and have toothache *ugh* want to feel better.
This'll do it ......
Or take a closer look here
Not any reason for me showing this, i found one ... with 17000km on the clock.
That is brand new. I want. I will have it by sundown.
Thursday, 14 June 2007
Internationally Strange Phobias
* Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body.
* Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens.
* Olfactophobia- Fear of smells.
* Eurotophobia- Fear of female genitalia.
* Politicophobia- Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians.
* Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.
* Cypridophobia - Fear of prostitutes or venereal disease.
* Medomalacuphobia- Fear of losing an erection.
* Phronemophobia- Fear of thinking.
* Dishabiliophobia- Fear of undressing in front of someone.
* Mycophobia- Fear or aversion to mushrooms.
* Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.
* Rhytiphobia- Fear of getting wrinkles.
* Spacephobia- Fear of outer space.
* Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating.
Couple of things to be scared of ... there are enough of them out there.
My wife's car was broken into last night. I'm scared of that. Fear doesn't help.
* Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens.
* Olfactophobia- Fear of smells.
* Eurotophobia- Fear of female genitalia.
* Politicophobia- Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians.
* Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.
* Cypridophobia - Fear of prostitutes or venereal disease.
* Medomalacuphobia- Fear of losing an erection.
* Phronemophobia- Fear of thinking.
* Dishabiliophobia- Fear of undressing in front of someone.
* Mycophobia- Fear or aversion to mushrooms.
* Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.
* Rhytiphobia- Fear of getting wrinkles.
* Spacephobia- Fear of outer space.
* Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating.
Couple of things to be scared of ... there are enough of them out there.
My wife's car was broken into last night. I'm scared of that. Fear doesn't help.
Wednesday, 13 June 2007
Acabion
I want ... no really ...
SANTA CLAUSE YOU CUNT, WHERES ME FUCKING ACABION????
Acabion ... the future of motoring.
This thing has already done just under 400km/h, they believe it could reach 646km/h.
Let me repeat 646km/h. Good god. and sub 200 or so, we're talking 3l of petrol per hundred kilometres.
AND LOOK AT IT ..... *drool*
More here. ACABION
SANTA CLAUSE YOU CUNT, WHERES ME FUCKING ACABION????
Acabion ... the future of motoring.
This thing has already done just under 400km/h, they believe it could reach 646km/h.
Let me repeat 646km/h. Good god. and sub 200 or so, we're talking 3l of petrol per hundred kilometres.
AND LOOK AT IT ..... *drool*
More here. ACABION
Wheels
Lots to say and do about wheels apparently *grin*
Guess what? We're getting new number plates. Yes. Everyone. New. Lots of money.
Let's recap.
We had to get new drivers licences. Cost a bomb and was later found to be a money making racket for ANC BIGWIGS. (Shaik bros inc made MILLIONS)
Because they're the criminals, millions of fakes flooded the market, and yet WE have to pay every time the government finds it issued you with a fake themselves.
We are now paying R30 per transaction for the new satan system, despite govt having budgeted R400 000 000,00 for it. Yes, lotsa zeros there. Oh PS, they've discoved huge chunks of that money not there, again a BIGWIG is sitting there looking as innocent as he can.
We are milked daily by cameras, metro pigs claiming "it's the law" and "speed kills".
We the sheep accept it.
Now they're saaying we have to get new license plates, so they can essentially manage and control us better. Oh, and we pay for it. We'll pay so fucking much there will be excess, which will of course lie in a bank useless until someone steals it.
People are dying daily on our roads. More people die on the roads than by being murdered, which, for our international friends, is a hell of a lot of people.
The government makes no positive step to cotrol the deaths, other than stating categorically that they are not bound to road laws, have a fucking armada of security, who are allowed to force other drivers of the road in the name of security.
The presidential motorcade was in an accident in Pretoria recently. Apparently they drove into an intersection without bothering to, you know, look left and right ... (?) and drove into some lady.
I hope MR mbeki got whiplash.
This does not bode well. They claim (incorrectly) that this is about fighting crime. The only identifiable rationale is control, not of criminals, but of us, the citizens. Using the road database (yes the dysfunctional one) and state sponsored financial terrorism, they are taking every liberty they can, taking every cent they can, all without any thought for DOING THEIR DAMN JOB, which is making South Africa a safe and rewarding place to live.
I used to enjoy cars ... *VROOM* and all that. Lately i don't like driving. This corner is hijack corner, next corner is metro pigs corner, the next corner again is hijack corner ..... strange how you NEVER find the metro pigs on any known hijack corner. YOU FUCKING SPINELESS BASTARDS. That's why it takes three metro pigs to man one stationary camera. Because they're so fucking scared to be alone, because you know, we have this crime problem. Yes, the one the president flatly denies exists.
*spit*
Guess what? We're getting new number plates. Yes. Everyone. New. Lots of money.
Let's recap.
We had to get new drivers licences. Cost a bomb and was later found to be a money making racket for ANC BIGWIGS. (Shaik bros inc made MILLIONS)
Because they're the criminals, millions of fakes flooded the market, and yet WE have to pay every time the government finds it issued you with a fake themselves.
We are now paying R30 per transaction for the new satan system, despite govt having budgeted R400 000 000,00 for it. Yes, lotsa zeros there. Oh PS, they've discoved huge chunks of that money not there, again a BIGWIG is sitting there looking as innocent as he can.
We are milked daily by cameras, metro pigs claiming "it's the law" and "speed kills".
We the sheep accept it.
Now they're saaying we have to get new license plates, so they can essentially manage and control us better. Oh, and we pay for it. We'll pay so fucking much there will be excess, which will of course lie in a bank useless until someone steals it.
People are dying daily on our roads. More people die on the roads than by being murdered, which, for our international friends, is a hell of a lot of people.
The government makes no positive step to cotrol the deaths, other than stating categorically that they are not bound to road laws, have a fucking armada of security, who are allowed to force other drivers of the road in the name of security.
The presidential motorcade was in an accident in Pretoria recently. Apparently they drove into an intersection without bothering to, you know, look left and right ... (?) and drove into some lady.
I hope MR mbeki got whiplash.
This does not bode well. They claim (incorrectly) that this is about fighting crime. The only identifiable rationale is control, not of criminals, but of us, the citizens. Using the road database (yes the dysfunctional one) and state sponsored financial terrorism, they are taking every liberty they can, taking every cent they can, all without any thought for DOING THEIR DAMN JOB, which is making South Africa a safe and rewarding place to live.
I used to enjoy cars ... *VROOM* and all that. Lately i don't like driving. This corner is hijack corner, next corner is metro pigs corner, the next corner again is hijack corner ..... strange how you NEVER find the metro pigs on any known hijack corner. YOU FUCKING SPINELESS BASTARDS. That's why it takes three metro pigs to man one stationary camera. Because they're so fucking scared to be alone, because you know, we have this crime problem. Yes, the one the president flatly denies exists.
*spit*
The wheel goes round ...
The strike is still ongoing and government hasn't budged. I get home in the afternoon and my kids ask me if the strike is over yet, so they can go to school.
This is a fault line .... while everything appears fine and normal on the outside, this is a deep rift the runs the length of our country, exposing the thin veneer of decency which those is govt are fighting so hard to preserve. It really does lay bare a few VERY unconfortable facts about our country, and particularly the rulers thereof.
I listened last night on the radio how MR mbeki condemned the strike and the violence of certain protesters .... HAH! ... and i say again HAH!
Is it only me who recalls that it was the ANC in the 1980's who implemented a plan of civil unrest, who believed that if they caused enough turmoil using mass action then the govt would have to listen? Does MR mbeki not recall that the rallying cry at the time was FREEDOM! and EQUALITY! ???
Does MR mbeki not realise that this is exactly what the workers want, going about it in a way that he and his comrades taught them to do?
Economic inequality it the greatest evil of our time, and MR mbeki and co should do well to realise that ignoring and subjugating the masses WILL NOT WORK.
This is exactly what they are doing. Economic hardship is worse than racial, and economic hardship for government employees is unforgivable. It's not that there isn't money, it's just not being shared fairly and EQUITABLY.
The likes of MR mbeki in anc land, where the struggle was successful and all they have to do now is not let the peasants get out of hand, should be very afraid. South Africa has shaken off one unwanted regime, and we are well capable of doing it again. I do think however, that MR mbeki and co would be a tad more brutal than the old whiteys were ....
Viva to the unions that have joined, their voice gives legitimacy to the government employees, saying "yes friends, we believe you are being ill treated at work" ...
This government should be known as the ostrich state. They love putting their heads in the sand and ignoring EVERYTHING. Senior member caught with his hand in the cookie jar? Oh no, just a misunderstanding, no crime was committed, nobody is upset, we're all friends. THAT'S MY MONEY YOU SNIVELLING PRICKS, my childrens BIRTHRIGHT.
As much as the strike inconveniences us, god help the co-worker who whinges about it. At my office we're all paid acceptably, and yet some silly people have got no fucking conception of what it's like to be economically disadvantaged. They think that the govt staff should shut up and accept what they're given, whether or not they can afford food is not our problem, and how dare they attempt to make it so?
The government WILL bend, they have no choice. Their hard headedness is telling though, and I fear for the turmoil until they accept the inevitable, and humane solution.
This is a fault line .... while everything appears fine and normal on the outside, this is a deep rift the runs the length of our country, exposing the thin veneer of decency which those is govt are fighting so hard to preserve. It really does lay bare a few VERY unconfortable facts about our country, and particularly the rulers thereof.
I listened last night on the radio how MR mbeki condemned the strike and the violence of certain protesters .... HAH! ... and i say again HAH!
Is it only me who recalls that it was the ANC in the 1980's who implemented a plan of civil unrest, who believed that if they caused enough turmoil using mass action then the govt would have to listen? Does MR mbeki not recall that the rallying cry at the time was FREEDOM! and EQUALITY! ???
Does MR mbeki not realise that this is exactly what the workers want, going about it in a way that he and his comrades taught them to do?
Economic inequality it the greatest evil of our time, and MR mbeki and co should do well to realise that ignoring and subjugating the masses WILL NOT WORK.
This is exactly what they are doing. Economic hardship is worse than racial, and economic hardship for government employees is unforgivable. It's not that there isn't money, it's just not being shared fairly and EQUITABLY.
The likes of MR mbeki in anc land, where the struggle was successful and all they have to do now is not let the peasants get out of hand, should be very afraid. South Africa has shaken off one unwanted regime, and we are well capable of doing it again. I do think however, that MR mbeki and co would be a tad more brutal than the old whiteys were ....
Viva to the unions that have joined, their voice gives legitimacy to the government employees, saying "yes friends, we believe you are being ill treated at work" ...
This government should be known as the ostrich state. They love putting their heads in the sand and ignoring EVERYTHING. Senior member caught with his hand in the cookie jar? Oh no, just a misunderstanding, no crime was committed, nobody is upset, we're all friends. THAT'S MY MONEY YOU SNIVELLING PRICKS, my childrens BIRTHRIGHT.
As much as the strike inconveniences us, god help the co-worker who whinges about it. At my office we're all paid acceptably, and yet some silly people have got no fucking conception of what it's like to be economically disadvantaged. They think that the govt staff should shut up and accept what they're given, whether or not they can afford food is not our problem, and how dare they attempt to make it so?
The government WILL bend, they have no choice. Their hard headedness is telling though, and I fear for the turmoil until they accept the inevitable, and humane solution.
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
insert heading here ...
Another sunrise is peeking through my office windows. I love getting to work early, and having a cigarette over sunrise, somehow it gets the day off to a good start.
Coffee helps too.
Got a busy day coming up, hopefully it won't be bad *grin* but there is only one way to find out .... get up and at em.
Watched Ghostrider last night (no NOT nick cage with a bad hairdo) fuckin awesome!!!
The guy is just ... man *admire*. I'm still trying to work out the you-tube thing, i'll try get a link in under here. He is (apparently) a rich guy, who loves bikes, and riding bikes, fast. No really you don't understand ..... 300km/h IN TRAFFIC????
Watching is eery, a friend of mine thought is was a snuff film, that's how crazy it is ... but when you watch carefully a couple of things appear. Stockholm is doing a LOT of roadworks (?); while the traffic seems to be similar to ours (minus taxis) they have trucks and various cars etc, no lane changing, or at least significantly less.
I was watching with the eyes of someone who has driven through jo'burg traffic, not only to and from work, but around, and i don't give cars as much credit as he does. Notably there too people have got no clue about indicators (those flashing orange lights on each corner of your car, and more(?) ..... yes you're supposed to USE the fucking things).
He uses the whole road, although prefers the fast lane, using the run off on either side of the road when needed. Now what i found truly awesome, is that the basic don't change, you come up behind a car, evaluate it, look for options, look for danger in any of the options (a really slow truck in the slow lane eg) then take your route. This takes about 5 seconds to comfortably establish. If you're wide awake, you can do it while coming up from behind, before slowing, or in heavy traffic you get behind the car and see what can be done.
Ghostrider does it at full tilt when he can, but interestingly enough, when you get a glimpse of his speedo (sunlight reflecting blocks it) he knows when to slow ... down to 60km/h in the city.
Man what an adrenaline rush just watching, my fingers and toes were twitching as i lay in bed *chuckle* like a dog having a good dream.
I have been watching the bikes come past while i've been carbound, and man it looks impressive hey? They just kinda glide past between cars, and nothing you do could imitate it ... you're stuck, they're not ... byebye.
In truth i found that the average speed is about 20km/h faster than traffic, not a heckuva lot, and on the bike it seems to take FOREVER to get past that car ....
But watching the other guys has been good, with the exception of a few phsychos (i saw a guy pull a wheelie coming on from Hans Strydom a couple of weeks back) we all take a similar approach. I believe it's just the safe, rational way to approach it, careful and cautious, and hitting the power once you know where you're going.
Tar and metal and rubber and slippery white lines. Trucks give me the creeps, tyres being much bigger and harder than you. And lots of, and turbulent, and loud. Absolutely no misunderstanding about what they are and what they do.
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round .....
Groovy!
Coffee helps too.
Got a busy day coming up, hopefully it won't be bad *grin* but there is only one way to find out .... get up and at em.
Watched Ghostrider last night (no NOT nick cage with a bad hairdo) fuckin awesome!!!
The guy is just ... man *admire*. I'm still trying to work out the you-tube thing, i'll try get a link in under here. He is (apparently) a rich guy, who loves bikes, and riding bikes, fast. No really you don't understand ..... 300km/h IN TRAFFIC????
Watching is eery, a friend of mine thought is was a snuff film, that's how crazy it is ... but when you watch carefully a couple of things appear. Stockholm is doing a LOT of roadworks (?); while the traffic seems to be similar to ours (minus taxis) they have trucks and various cars etc, no lane changing, or at least significantly less.
I was watching with the eyes of someone who has driven through jo'burg traffic, not only to and from work, but around, and i don't give cars as much credit as he does. Notably there too people have got no clue about indicators (those flashing orange lights on each corner of your car, and more(?) ..... yes you're supposed to USE the fucking things).
He uses the whole road, although prefers the fast lane, using the run off on either side of the road when needed. Now what i found truly awesome, is that the basic don't change, you come up behind a car, evaluate it, look for options, look for danger in any of the options (a really slow truck in the slow lane eg) then take your route. This takes about 5 seconds to comfortably establish. If you're wide awake, you can do it while coming up from behind, before slowing, or in heavy traffic you get behind the car and see what can be done.
Ghostrider does it at full tilt when he can, but interestingly enough, when you get a glimpse of his speedo (sunlight reflecting blocks it) he knows when to slow ... down to 60km/h in the city.
Man what an adrenaline rush just watching, my fingers and toes were twitching as i lay in bed *chuckle* like a dog having a good dream.
I have been watching the bikes come past while i've been carbound, and man it looks impressive hey? They just kinda glide past between cars, and nothing you do could imitate it ... you're stuck, they're not ... byebye.
In truth i found that the average speed is about 20km/h faster than traffic, not a heckuva lot, and on the bike it seems to take FOREVER to get past that car ....
But watching the other guys has been good, with the exception of a few phsychos (i saw a guy pull a wheelie coming on from Hans Strydom a couple of weeks back) we all take a similar approach. I believe it's just the safe, rational way to approach it, careful and cautious, and hitting the power once you know where you're going.
Tar and metal and rubber and slippery white lines. Trucks give me the creeps, tyres being much bigger and harder than you. And lots of, and turbulent, and loud. Absolutely no misunderstanding about what they are and what they do.
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round .....
Groovy!
Monday, 11 June 2007
monday
*strains of Metallica*
We are all connected, the great web of life, and a loss to one part is a loss to the whole. That's something the criminal class in SA still has to learn. In fact, i'd say most of humanity still has to learn that simple fact.
I did the wisest possible thing yesterday morning.
I didn't get up.
Getting up is over-rated, and somehow always disappointing. Better to stay in bed, warm and (relatively) safe.
Eventually a baby's birthday party dragged me out of bed ... insidious little bastards.
It's monday morning ... and i feel like ... ... ... ... ... *shrug* something on the bottom of someone's shoe. Not really up and at 'em.
I guess the week will be filled with all those things that last week was filled with *bleh*. Mrs has started a new job at an old company, she's capable of so much more ... *fustration* Although she's sick again, 4 weeks and every monday something else, flu this time. KFC made the family sick last week, and the 2 weeks before that was encephalitis ..... god damn.
Visited a friend in hospital, been there 2 weeks already, although should be out this morning. Shame, she's in hospital more than out.
The strike is still ongoing, and taxis are still threatening the mental and physical health of all those who come close. I'm sure taxi drivers themselves are in a constant "current traumatic stress disorder" ... which explains a lot.
On the upside i found a few tracks of an old favourite .. Doro and her band Warlock.
EXCELLENT STUFF!!!!!
"DANCE DEMONS >>> LOSE CONTROL >>> THIS IS A METAL, A METAL TANGO"
Yeah! *evil chuckle*
Nothing like metal in the morning to make me feel like it's going to be a criminally insane day. I feel better all ready.
In fact, more and more, good solid metal is the only thing ... especially when you're down. Hard heavy screaming guitars and vocals, with a drum player who took lessons from Thor. Metallica, Stratovarious, Iron Maiden, there are so many ...
Yngwe Malmsteen is also a favourite, cross between classic and metal, does a number of classic pieces in a metal style, brilliant!!!!
I must find out how to embed you-tube clips, i think that may work to give a glimpse of metal glory. hmmmmmm.......
Nope not working, i copied and pasted some code from another site, but doesn't seem to work .... anyone got any ideas?
We are all connected, the great web of life, and a loss to one part is a loss to the whole. That's something the criminal class in SA still has to learn. In fact, i'd say most of humanity still has to learn that simple fact.
I did the wisest possible thing yesterday morning.
I didn't get up.
Getting up is over-rated, and somehow always disappointing. Better to stay in bed, warm and (relatively) safe.
Eventually a baby's birthday party dragged me out of bed ... insidious little bastards.
It's monday morning ... and i feel like ... ... ... ... ... *shrug* something on the bottom of someone's shoe. Not really up and at 'em.
I guess the week will be filled with all those things that last week was filled with *bleh*. Mrs has started a new job at an old company, she's capable of so much more ... *fustration* Although she's sick again, 4 weeks and every monday something else, flu this time. KFC made the family sick last week, and the 2 weeks before that was encephalitis ..... god damn.
Visited a friend in hospital, been there 2 weeks already, although should be out this morning. Shame, she's in hospital more than out.
The strike is still ongoing, and taxis are still threatening the mental and physical health of all those who come close. I'm sure taxi drivers themselves are in a constant "current traumatic stress disorder" ... which explains a lot.
On the upside i found a few tracks of an old favourite .. Doro and her band Warlock.
EXCELLENT STUFF!!!!!
"DANCE DEMONS >>> LOSE CONTROL >>> THIS IS A METAL, A METAL TANGO"
Yeah! *evil chuckle*
Nothing like metal in the morning to make me feel like it's going to be a criminally insane day. I feel better all ready.
In fact, more and more, good solid metal is the only thing ... especially when you're down. Hard heavy screaming guitars and vocals, with a drum player who took lessons from Thor. Metallica, Stratovarious, Iron Maiden, there are so many ...
Yngwe Malmsteen is also a favourite, cross between classic and metal, does a number of classic pieces in a metal style, brilliant!!!!
I must find out how to embed you-tube clips, i think that may work to give a glimpse of metal glory. hmmmmmm.......
Nope not working, i copied and pasted some code from another site, but doesn't seem to work .... anyone got any ideas?
For Whom the Bell Tolls
For Whom the Bell Tolls
by John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
by John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Friday, 8 June 2007
Restraint
Ok first up, found this really cool essay about joeys.
http://www.mydigitallife.co.za/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1721&Itemid=43
I hate the place. No really. This is the most godawful stinking hole on the ground i have ever lived in. Asshole of the universe.
I wanna get outta here ... soon.
It's all about restraint, you CAN'T hit that fucking taxi with a tire iron, you CAN'T tell your boss to fuck himself, you CAN'T have that bike you want, cos you don't have money, you CAN'T just go out for a jol, because you CAN'T drink, because you gotta drive, and it's either hijackers or cop, but they're gonna get you.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *punch something*
Ok deep breath. Go do something. Make coffee.
Just to clarify, i spent 2 hours in traffic this morning. Amongst the most ignorant arrogant brain dead bunch of sub humans imaginable. With robots (stop go light thingys) not working because of the recent heavy rains and current strike.
The metro cops are out and about fining people anyway, and my car isn't licensed because the satan system (enatis) isn't operational. I drive past a testing station every day, and watch the people stand outside, as if they have nothing better to do.
Sadly i find myself going further and further downhill. I don't read anymore, i used to read vociferously. I don't go out anymore, i became allergic to car repairs and filling station, and random roadblocks, and hijackings.
I wanna go home and sleep .... for a few days .... anyone want some children? I'll post them to you, they'll enjoy the ride i'm sure.
Oh crap ... lemme get outta here ...
Peace and love and chickenwings
http://www.mydigitallife.co.za/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1721&Itemid=43
I hate the place. No really. This is the most godawful stinking hole on the ground i have ever lived in. Asshole of the universe.
I wanna get outta here ... soon.
It's all about restraint, you CAN'T hit that fucking taxi with a tire iron, you CAN'T tell your boss to fuck himself, you CAN'T have that bike you want, cos you don't have money, you CAN'T just go out for a jol, because you CAN'T drink, because you gotta drive, and it's either hijackers or cop, but they're gonna get you.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *punch something*
Ok deep breath. Go do something. Make coffee.
Just to clarify, i spent 2 hours in traffic this morning. Amongst the most ignorant arrogant brain dead bunch of sub humans imaginable. With robots (stop go light thingys) not working because of the recent heavy rains and current strike.
The metro cops are out and about fining people anyway, and my car isn't licensed because the satan system (enatis) isn't operational. I drive past a testing station every day, and watch the people stand outside, as if they have nothing better to do.
Sadly i find myself going further and further downhill. I don't read anymore, i used to read vociferously. I don't go out anymore, i became allergic to car repairs and filling station, and random roadblocks, and hijackings.
I wanna go home and sleep .... for a few days .... anyone want some children? I'll post them to you, they'll enjoy the ride i'm sure.
Oh crap ... lemme get outta here ...
Peace and love and chickenwings
Thursday, 7 June 2007
Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic, Traffic,
Yes there's always a lot of it.
A very good synopsis of the situation in johannesburg. Property and traffic.
http://www.fin24.co.za/articles/default/display_article.aspx?Nav=ns&ArticleID=1518-1786_2125574
Got the moon viewer thing ... funky!! I like to remind myself when it's luny luna time. Howling at the moon is a highly under-rated passtime. So is barking at passing cars. I want my bike back ... *VROOM* with the wind and tar and engine screaming together in joyful abandon ..... flying across the land with the passion of a demon in full flight.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
We need more crazy, lucky thing is, it's certainly on the way ... it was Ernest Hemingway when asked what his definition of the breakdown of civil society would be, replied that when people started shooting each other for no reason in the streets ...
bang bang bang vtech rampage ... now a pc game ... i kid you not ...
i don't really want to link to it though ... it really is too macabre
I go face the day ... foward march! onward ho! kyk noord! to the coffee machine :)
Yes there's always a lot of it.
A very good synopsis of the situation in johannesburg. Property and traffic.
http://www.fin24.co.za/articles/default/display_article.aspx?Nav=ns&ArticleID=1518-1786_2125574
Got the moon viewer thing ... funky!! I like to remind myself when it's luny luna time. Howling at the moon is a highly under-rated passtime. So is barking at passing cars. I want my bike back ... *VROOM* with the wind and tar and engine screaming together in joyful abandon ..... flying across the land with the passion of a demon in full flight.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
We need more crazy, lucky thing is, it's certainly on the way ... it was Ernest Hemingway when asked what his definition of the breakdown of civil society would be, replied that when people started shooting each other for no reason in the streets ...
bang bang bang vtech rampage ... now a pc game ... i kid you not ...
i don't really want to link to it though ... it really is too macabre
I go face the day ... foward march! onward ho! kyk noord! to the coffee machine :)
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Arb
http://www.hardingfpa.com/index.html
http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,,2-7-1442_2124886,00.html naked bicycle ride in SA????????
I here now, just been browsing a little. Canada won't let Winnie in .....
Best news item of the week .. :)
http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,,2-7-1442_2124886,00.html naked bicycle ride in SA????????
I here now, just been browsing a little. Canada won't let Winnie in .....
Best news item of the week .. :)
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Bloghogs
Morning world
I have been thinking about this blogging business ... mostly i think about my own.
This is just another experiment, how well i can present my ideas, whatever they may be.
Browsing the blogosphere, there are some really astounding pages. People with so much beauty and talent so elegantly displaying their works. Poetry art photography funnies, links, comics, you name it, someone is doing it.
It's inspiring, that's what it is, and i am inspired to at least try. So many thoughts i have in one day ... yet they fly past, sometimes without even a second thought.
I guess i haven't touched the possibilities of presentation and such, different blogs have different options, you-tube, pictures, audio clips, little link thingy pop-ups, all conspiring to give my visitor the "best" possible visit.
I still need to find my groove. But like all good things takes time.
Here is a guy needs a big thumbs up ... excellent .... :)
http://blogs.24.com/ViewBlog.aspx?blogid=a0849f2a-538c-4835-9a80-e8c45a0ac8a0
I have been thinking about this blogging business ... mostly i think about my own.
This is just another experiment, how well i can present my ideas, whatever they may be.
Browsing the blogosphere, there are some really astounding pages. People with so much beauty and talent so elegantly displaying their works. Poetry art photography funnies, links, comics, you name it, someone is doing it.
It's inspiring, that's what it is, and i am inspired to at least try. So many thoughts i have in one day ... yet they fly past, sometimes without even a second thought.
I guess i haven't touched the possibilities of presentation and such, different blogs have different options, you-tube, pictures, audio clips, little link thingy pop-ups, all conspiring to give my visitor the "best" possible visit.
I still need to find my groove. But like all good things takes time.
Here is a guy needs a big thumbs up ... excellent .... :)
http://blogs.24.com/ViewBlog.aspx?blogid=a0849f2a-538c-4835-9a80-e8c45a0ac8a0
Monday, 4 June 2007
Moonday
yeah .... slooooowwwww ...... boooorrrrring monday ...
I would be much happier in bed.
Lots to do .... I'll probably add something once nuerons firing properly ....
*goes looking for coffee*
I would be much happier in bed.
Lots to do .... I'll probably add something once nuerons firing properly ....
*goes looking for coffee*
Friday, 1 June 2007
VIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Love the smell of industrial action in the morning.
Fuck the government, this is the people .... The ANC has a remarkably short memory, and will pay for it too. COSATU has been, and keeps on being the voice.
In yesterdays news, it seems inflation is up, credit is up ... etc (http://www.fin24.co.za/articles/economy/display_article.aspx?Nav=ns&lvl2=econ&ArticleID=1518-25_2122259) so yes, the government must stand side to side with the people and work together.
Sadly with the ANC government, together is not a term they understand.
Kids home, hospitals closed ... all we can hope is that the violent elements are kept in control. There's always one though, who would take advantage.
On another note, seems i was wrong anout samaledude. Well i guess this is the world in which we live, even when you try give someone like this the benefit of the doubt they disappoint you. If it is the same guy as with the crime-exposed site, i reckon they should arrest him as a public nuisance. No time or anything drastic, but there is a difference between use and abuse. 2 highly controversial websites within a year, obviously the question is what will he do next? If it were 2 different people it's one thing, but he is certainly moving forward, and i would assume that he wouldn't stop now. Not unless some action is taken. :(
Public fear 1
Human beings 0
Also this morning http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=13&art_id=nw20070531232257258C521993
Gauteng tops road rage. No shit? But something does intrigue me. What is road rage?
Is it hooting at someone who pulled directly in front of you, shouting at him form inside your car, or is it taking direct action against the driver, even pulling next to him?
I hoot ... often, thats what it's for. Make your presence known, give warning. I hooted at a tow truck driver this morning, pulled straight into my path. You know, sometimes taxi's drive decently, never tow trucks. HOOT ... and he backed off. Why? Because he knows he's in the wrong. Ok, sometimes they don't, and force you out the way. Been forced off the road by one of them before, played chicken head-on with me in peak hour traffic ... wtf?
Now road rage against these neanderthals would be:
a) justified
b) tremendously satisfying
Taxis still have their place in society, these vultures don't.
Love the smell of industrial action in the morning.
Fuck the government, this is the people .... The ANC has a remarkably short memory, and will pay for it too. COSATU has been, and keeps on being the voice.
In yesterdays news, it seems inflation is up, credit is up ... etc (http://www.fin24.co.za/articles/economy/display_article.aspx?Nav=ns&lvl2=econ&ArticleID=1518-25_2122259) so yes, the government must stand side to side with the people and work together.
Sadly with the ANC government, together is not a term they understand.
Kids home, hospitals closed ... all we can hope is that the violent elements are kept in control. There's always one though, who would take advantage.
On another note, seems i was wrong anout samaledude. Well i guess this is the world in which we live, even when you try give someone like this the benefit of the doubt they disappoint you. If it is the same guy as with the crime-exposed site, i reckon they should arrest him as a public nuisance. No time or anything drastic, but there is a difference between use and abuse. 2 highly controversial websites within a year, obviously the question is what will he do next? If it were 2 different people it's one thing, but he is certainly moving forward, and i would assume that he wouldn't stop now. Not unless some action is taken. :(
Public fear 1
Human beings 0
Also this morning http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=13&art_id=nw20070531232257258C521993
Gauteng tops road rage. No shit? But something does intrigue me. What is road rage?
Is it hooting at someone who pulled directly in front of you, shouting at him form inside your car, or is it taking direct action against the driver, even pulling next to him?
I hoot ... often, thats what it's for. Make your presence known, give warning. I hooted at a tow truck driver this morning, pulled straight into my path. You know, sometimes taxi's drive decently, never tow trucks. HOOT ... and he backed off. Why? Because he knows he's in the wrong. Ok, sometimes they don't, and force you out the way. Been forced off the road by one of them before, played chicken head-on with me in peak hour traffic ... wtf?
Now road rage against these neanderthals would be:
a) justified
b) tremendously satisfying
Taxis still have their place in society, these vultures don't.
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