Die Rustelose Siel. The Restless Soul.

Who was the Nephilim?

2011-03-25T00:55:00.000-07:00

VI-XI. The Fall of the Angels: the Demoralization of Mankind: the Intercession of the Angels on behalf of Mankind. The Dooms pronounced by God on the Angels of the Messianic Kingdom-- (a Noah fragment).

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And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto

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them beautiful and comely daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw and lusted after them, and said to one another: 'Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men

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and beget us children.' And Semjâzâ, who was their leader, said unto them: 'I fear ye will not

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indeed agree to do this deed, and I alone shall have to pay the penalty of a great sin.' And they all answered him and said: 'Let us all swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations

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not to abandon this plan but to do this thing.' Then sware they all together and bound themselves

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by mutual imprecations upon it. And they were in all two hundred; who descended in the days of Jared on the summit of Mount Hermon, and they called it Mount Hermon, because they had sworn

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and bound themselves by mutual imprecations upon it. And these are the names of their leaders: Samîazâz, their leader, Arâkîba, Râmêêl, Kôkabîêl, Tâmîêl, Râmîêl, Dânêl, Êzêqêêl, Barâqîjâl,

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Asâêl, Armârôs, Batârêl, Anânêl, Zaqîêl, Samsâpêêl, Satarêl, Tûrêl, Jômjâêl, Sariêl. These are their chiefs of tens.

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And all the others together with them took unto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, and they began to go in unto them and to defile themselves with them, and they taught them charms

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and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. And they

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became pregnant, and they bare great giants, whose height was three thousand ells: Who consumed

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all the acquisitions of men. And when men could no longer sustain them, the giants turned against

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them and devoured mankind. And they began to sin against birds, and beasts, and reptiles, and

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fish, and to devour one another's flesh, and drink the blood. Then the earth laid accusation against the lawless ones.

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And Azâzêl taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all

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colouring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they

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were led astray, and became corrupt in all their ways. Semjâzâ taught enchantments, and root-cuttings, 'Armârôs the resolving of enchantments, Barâqîjâl (taught) astrology, Kôkabêl the constellations, Êzêqêêl the knowledge of the clouds, Araqiêl the signs of the earth, Shamsiêl the signs of the sun, and Sariêl the course of the moon. And as men perished, they cried, and their cry went up to heaven...

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And then Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel looked down from heaven and saw much blood being

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shed upon the earth, and all lawlessness being wrought upon the earth. And they said one to another: 'The earth made without inhabitant cries the voice of their cryingst up to the gates of heaven.

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And now to you, the holy ones of heaven, the souls of men make their suit, saying, "Bring our cause

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before the Most High."' And they said to the Lord of the ages: 'Lord of lords, God of gods, King of kings, and God of the ages, the throne of Thy glory (standeth) unto all the generations of the

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ages, and Thy name holy and glorious and blessed unto all the ages! Thou hast made all things, and power over all things hast Thou: and all things are naked and open in Thy sight, and Thou seest all

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things, and nothing can hide itself from Thee. Thou seest what Azâzêl hath done, who hath taught all unrighteousness on earth and revealed the eternal secrets which were (preserved) in heaven, which

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men were striving to learn: And Semjâzâ, to whom Thou hast given authority to bear rule over his associates. And they have gone to the daughters of men upon the earth, and have slept with the

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women, and have defiled themselves, and revealed to them all kinds of sins. And the women have

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borne giants, and the whole earth has thereby been filled with blood and unrighteousness. And now, behold, the souls of those who have died are crying and making their suit to the gates of heaven, and their lamentations have ascended: and cannot cease because of the lawless deeds which are 11 wrought on the earth. And Thou knowest all things before they come to pass, and Thou seest these things and Thou dost suffer them, and Thou dost not say to us what we are to do to them in regard to these.'

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Then said the Most High, the Holy and Great One spake, and sent Uriel to the son of Lamech,

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and said to him: 'Go to Noah and tell him in my name "Hide thyself!" and reveal to him the end that is approaching: that the whole earth will be destroyed, and a deluge is about to come

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upon the whole earth, and will destroy all that is on it. And now instruct him that he may escape

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and his seed may be preserved for all the generations of the world.' And again the Lord said to Raphael: 'Bind Azâzêl hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening

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in the desert, which is in Dûdâêl, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may 6,7 not see light. And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast into the fire. And heal the earth which the angels have corrupted, and proclaim the healing of the earth, that they may heal the plague, and that all the children of men may not perish through all the secret things that the

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Watchers have disclosed and have taught their sons. And the whole earth has been corrupted

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through the works that were taught by Azâzêl: to him ascribe all sin.' And to Gabriel said the Lord: 'Proceed against the bastards and the reprobates, and against the children of fornication: and destroy [the children of fornication and] the children of the Watchers from amongst men [and cause them to go forth]: send them one against the other that they may destroy each other in

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battle: for length of days shall they not have. And no request that they (i.e. their fathers) make of thee shall be granted unto their fathers on their behalf; for they hope to live an eternal life, and

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that each one of them will live five hundred years.' And the Lord said unto Michael: 'Go, bind Semjâzâ and his associates who have united themselves with women so as to have defiled themselves

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with them in all their uncleanness. And when their sons have slain one another, and they have seen the destruction of their beloved ones, bind them fast for seventy generations in the valleys of the earth, till the day of their judgement and of their consummation, till the judgement that is

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for ever and ever is consummated. In those days they shall be led off to the abyss of fire: and

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to the torment and the prison in which they shall be confined for ever. And whosoever shall be condemned and destroyed will from thenceforth be bound together with them to the end of all

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generations. And destroy all the spirits of the reprobate and the children of the Watchers, because

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they have wronged mankind. Destroy all wrong from the face of the earth and let every evil work come to an end: and let the plant of righteousness and truth appear: and it shall prove a blessing; the works of righteousness and truth' shall be planted in truth and joy for evermore.

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And then shall all the righteous escape,
And shall live till they beget thousands of children,
And all the days of their youth and their old age
Shall they complete in peace.

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And then shall the whole earth be tilled in righteousness, and shall all be planted with trees and

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be full of blessing. And all desirable trees shall be planted on it, and they shall plant vines on it: and the vine which they plant thereon shall yield wine in abundance, and as for all the seed which is sown thereon each measure (of it) shall bear a thousand, and each measure of olives shall yield

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ten presses of oil. And cleanse thou the earth from all oppression, and from all unrighteousness, and from all sin, and from all godlessness: and all the uncleanness that is wrought upon the earth

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destroy from off the earth. And all the children of men shall become righteous, and all nations

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shall offer adoration and shall praise Me, and all shall worship Me. And the earth shall be cleansed from all defilement, and from all sin, and from all punishment, and from all torment, and I will never again send (them) upon it from generation to generation and for ever.

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And in those days I will open the store chambers of blessing which are in the heaven, so as to send

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them down upon the earth over the work and labour of the children of men. And truth and peace shall be associated together throughout all the days of the world and throughout all the generations of men.'

Until the light takes us;

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CLOSE HIS EYES SO HE MAY NOT SEE THE LIGHT!

ONLY THEN SHALL THE DARKNESS BECOME VISIBLE TO HIM!

Still falls the Rain.

2010-06-08T04:01:00.000-07:00

Still falls the Rain—-
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss—-
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.

Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet

On the Tomb:
Still falls the Rain

In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain
Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain.

Still falls the Rain
At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.
Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us—-
On Dives and on Lazarus:
Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one.

Still falls the Rain—-
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in His Heart all wounds,—-those of the light that died,
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark,
The wounds of the baited bear—-
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh… the tears of the hunted hare.

Still falls the Rain—-
Then—- O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune—-
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree

Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world,—-dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown.

Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain—-
"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."

By Dame Edith Sitwell 1887-1964 written in 1942

Judith.

2009-02-11T22:30:00.000-08:00

Funny how things happen in this world. Last week I spoke to my lady friend Judith and she complains that she has a headache, so I gave her 2 pain tablets. Her “mild migrains” occur 2 to 3 times per week. So this week Tuesday she is on her way to work and while standing at the robot waiting for the light to go green another motorist smashes into the back of a woman’s car that was standing behind Judith hence she crashes in to Judith’s car. Luckily Judith gets a little whiplash and a few seatbelt bruises yet she is still taken for x-ray’s to see if she has any neck injuries.
As the doctor excamines the x-ray’s he sees a dark spot on the front part of Judith’s skull. They took the x-ray’s of Judith from her head to her shoulders, and the first thing the doc asks Judith, “Do you suffer from constant headache’s …?”

Yesterday she had a cat scan and a growth was found between the skull and brain what exactly it is they can’t say she must see a neurologist and the earliest appointment open is only in April. Apparently neurologists are scares in South-Africa and the ones that are here are booked full. So today Judith will go to her GP who will try to make a plan. I pray to God she can do something for my friend. Judith I know you are scared but all your friends and family are here and we pray and hope that God will help you in this hard time. You are not alone.

Al my liefde en sterkte aan jou my “maaikie”.

Gerhard.

Why do we work and pay tax in South Africa ?

2009-02-03T05:44:00.000-08:00

A Zimbabwean arrives in Jo'burg as a new immigrant in South Africa . He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and says, "Thank you Mr. South African, for letting me in this country, and giving me free housing, food, free medical care, affirmative action job and free education!"

But the passer-by says, "You are mistaken, I am a Nigerian. I'm just here for the free medical care"

The man goes on and encounters another passer-by "Thank you for having such a beautiful country here in South Africa !"
The person says, "I'm not South African, I'm from Mozambique . I'm just here for the free housing"

The new arrival walks further and the next person he sees he stops, shakes hands and says, "Thank you for the wonderful South Africa !" That person puts up his hand and says, "I am from Botswana, I am not a South African .I'm just here for the free education"

He finally sees a lady and asks suspiciously, "Are you a South African? She says, "No, I am from Ghana !"
So he is puzzled and asks her, "Where are all the South Africans?" The Ghana lady looks at her watch, shrugs, and says..."Probably at work!"

Caution... They Walk Among Us!

2009-02-03T05:26:00.000-08:00

*Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: "Free to good home. You want it, you take it." For three days the fridge sat there without
even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that people were too un-trusting of this deal. It looked to good to be true, so he changed the sign to read: "Fridge for sale R50." The next day someone stole it.*

*Caution... They Walk Among Us!*

*One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when someone shouted...."Look at that dead bird!" Someone looked up at the sky and said..."where???"*

**They Walk among us!!*

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While looking at a house, my brother asked the estate agent which direction was north because, he explained, he didn't want the sun waking him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When my brother
explained that the sun rises in the east, and has for sometime, she shook her head and said, "Oh, I don't keep up with that stuff." *

**They Walk Among Us!!*

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My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we overheard one of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn she got on her weekend drive to the beach. She drove down in a convertible, but "didn't
think she'd get sunburned because the car was moving".*

**They Walk Among Us!!!!*

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I told the girl at the steakhouse register that I wanted the half kilogram sirloin. She informed me they only had an 500g sirloin. Not wanting to make a scene, I told her I would take the 500g steak instead of the half-kgr.*

**They walk among us! *

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My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car it's designed to cut through a seat belt if she gets trapped She keeps it in the boot...*

**They Walk Among Us!!!!!*

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My friends and I were on a Lager run and noticed that the cases were discounted 10%. Since it was a big party, we bought 2 cases. The cashier multiplied 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount.... *

**They Walk Among Us!!!!!!*

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I was hanging out with a friend when we saw a woman with a nose ring attached to an earring by a chain. My friend said, "Wouldn't the chain rip out every time she turned her head?" I had to explain that a person's nose
and ear remain the same distance apart no matter which way the head is turned...*

**They Walk Among Us!!!!!!! *

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I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area. So I went to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed up. She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained professional
and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked me, "Has your plane arrived yet?"...*

**They Walk Among Us!!!!!!!!*

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While working at a pizza parlour I observed a man ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would like it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time before responding.
"Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry enough to eat 6 pieces.*

**Yep, They Walk Among Us, too.!!!!!!!!*

*Sadly, not only do they walk among us, they also reproduce!!!!*

Honey, Not Tonight.

2009-02-03T05:22:00.000-08:00

I have never understood why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much.

FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed.

The passion starts to heat up, when she eventually said “I don’t feel like it, I just want you to hold me.”

I said “WHAT??!! What was that?!”

So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads to hear…”You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.”

She then responded to my puzzled look by saying, “Can’t you just love me for who I am and not for what I do in the bedroom?”

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep…

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her.

We went out to a good lunch and then went shopping at a very big department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits.

She couldn’t decide which one to take so I told her we’d just buy them all.

She wanted new shoes to complement her new clothes, so I said “Let’s get a pair for each outfit”.

We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings.

Let me tell you…she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck.

I started to think she was testing me because she then asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play tennis.

I think I threw her when I said, “That’s fine, honey.”

She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.

Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, “I think this is all dear, let’s go to the cashier.”

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, “No honey, I don’t feel like it.”

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled “WHAT?”

I then said “Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You’re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.”

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, “Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?”

Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either.

FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY

2009-02-03T05:15:00.000-08:00

In Florida, an atheist created a case against the coming Easter and Passover holy days. He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians, Jews and observances of their holy days.

The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.
The case was brought before a judge. After listening to the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring,"Case dismissed!"
The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and others. The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holidays."

The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do. Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant."

The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance or holiday for atheists."

The judge said, "The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day.
Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.'
Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that if your client says there is no God, then he is a fool. Therefore, April 1st is his day. Court is adjourned.

You gotta love a Judge that knows his scripture!
This is too good not to forward.

(How true this is i do not know i got it vua e-mail from a friend.)

20 Maniere om te weet jy is kommin.

2009-02-03T05:10:00.000-08:00

1 Die Halloween pampoen op jou stoep het meer tande as jou girlfriend.

2 Jou twaalf jarige dogter mag rook by die tafel voor haar kinders.

3 Jy is al drie keer getroud maar jou skoonouers bly dieselfde.

4 Jy dink chicks wat nie in jou belangstel nie, bestaan nie.

5 Jack Daniels is op jou lys van mense wat jy graag wil ontmoet.

6 Jy wonder hoe die garages hulle toilette so skoon hou.

7 As iemand in jou familie al dood is nadat hulle gesê het, "Hey, check dit uit."

8 Jy dink Dom Perignon is 'n Mafia baas.

9 Jou vrou se hare het al vasgesit in die ceiling fan.

10 Jy dink Johnny Walker het die comrades gewen.

11 Jy het al 'n vuurhoutjie gestrike in jou huis en net die wiele het oorgebly na die ontploffing.

12 Jy kan nie met jou sweetheart trou nie omdat die wet dit verbied.

13 Jy dink om die skottelgoedwasser te laai is om jou vrou dronk te kry.

14 Jou toilet papier het bladsy nommers.

15 Jou engelse buurman skree, "Ho Down" en jou chick Val op die grond.

16 Jy het een volledige stel koppies en almal sê Wimpy.

17 Die grootste dorp wat jy al in was, was Boys Town .

18 Jou werkende TV sit Bo op jou gebreekte TV.

19 Jou bure dink jy is 'n speurder want die polisie bring jou altyd huis toe

20 Jy skree vir die SHARKS!!!!!

MEDEMENSLIKHEID.

2009-02-02T05:44:00.000-08:00

Beste Vriende

So 'n paar dae gelede het ek in die pad afgestap, besig met my eie dinge. Voor my was een van daardie mense wat jy so baie in die stad sien deesdae.

Die persoon het geskeurde klere gehad en twee plastiek sakke seker vol 'n paar persoonlike besittingkies.

My hart het uitgegaan na die persoon. Sommige mense het verby gestap en gestaar, maar ander wat saam hulle vrouens en meisies was het verby gestap asof hulle niks sien nie.

Toe onthou ek my Christelike opbrengs, en onthou dat ek moet uitreik, omgee, en kos gee vir die wat dit nodig het. Ek het net gevoel dat ek moet uitreik na die mens.

Dit is waar dat sommige mense nie verby die geskeurde klere kan kyk nie maar ek het, en ek het die beeldskoonheid raak gesien. Terwyl ek gestap het en 'n stem binne my gesê....reik uit....reik uit.... en toe…… reik ek uit....

Die dokter sê ek sal weer eendag kan loop, ek moet net baie oefen, maar tot dan stuur maar 'n kaartjie, of kom kuier te minste... Groete,

EPOL (A TALL TALE)

2009-01-14T05:25:00.000-08:00

Nou die dag gaan koop ek 'n sak E_POL hondekos by Pick 'n Pay en terwyl ek so in die ry staan, vra 'n vrou agter my of ek 'n hond het.
Sommer aspris, sê ek vir haar: Nee, ek het nie 'n hond nie - ek begin weer met die E_POL diëet.

Ek sien sy kyk my so snaaks aan, maar ek gaan aan: "Eintlik weet ek dat ek nie weer op die diëet moet gaan nie, want laaskeer het ek in die hospitaal beland - wakker geword in die intensiewe eenheid met pype wat uit elke gaaitjie in my lyf kom . Maar ek het 22kg verloor voor en dit was die moeite werd."

Ek vertel haar dat die E_POL diëet eintlik volledig voedsaam is met al die vitamienes en minerale wat mens nodig het. En dis so maklik! Al wat jy doen is om jou broeksakke vol te maak met EPOL nuggets en jy eet een of twee wanneer jy ookal honger voel.

Teen hierdie tyd luister al wat 'n persoon is na my storie - veral die ou wat agter die vrou staan.
Heel geskok vra die vrou my toe of ek in die hospitaal beland het van voedselvergifting.

Ek antwoord toe: "Nee, ek het in die straat gesit en my privaatdele gesit en lek, toe 'n kar my raakry!"

EK DOG DIE OU AGTER HAAR KRY 'N HARTAANVAL VAN DIE LAG!
SIMPEL KOEI - VIR WIE HET SY GEDINK KOOP EK DIE HONDEKOS???????????/!!!!!!!

12-01-2009

2009-01-13T01:51:00.000-08:00

YESTERDAY I LOST MY FRIEND CARL THE BIG “C”.

I AM STILL IN SHOCK I DID NOT EXCPECT IT.

I AM GOING TO MISS YOU DUDE.

I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE NIGHTS YOU CAME AND SAT WITH ME WHILE I WORKED ON YOUR PAINTING.

YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH, I AM GOING TO MISS TEACHING YOU HOW TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS OR JUST SITTING AT YOUR HOUSE HAVING A DRINK AND SOLVING THE WORLDS PROBLEMS AFTER A FEW GLASSES OF JACKS WHILE LED ZEPPELIN PLAYED IN THE BACKGROUND.

I GUESS NOW YOU KNOW THE ANSWERS TO THE THINGS WE SOMETIMES SPOKE ABOUT.

R.I.P. MY FRIEND.

PS. FRASER MISSIS YOU THE MOST.

2009

2009-01-06T02:00:00.000-08:00

2009
Another year
I am on the road looking for my Gypsy,
In 2008 I lost her along the way…
I miss her soul next to me,
I miss her hand in mine,
I miss her arms around me when we raced
down the hill on my bicycle,
I miss her sms to me during the day,
I miss the long e-mails that she sent to me,
I miss you…
I miss…
I …

THE WATCHMAN.

2008-12-04T05:25:00.000-08:00

I was 14 years old when my father got a job, to be a farm manager of De Ridders drift. De Ridders drift was 1 of 3 farms in an area I will not mention, and belonged to a wealthy farmer in that district. I have never been back there again, after our brief stay there of 6 weeks it may be 8 I can’t remember. It has been 23 years since I was there yet, I can still remember it as if it had happened yesterday.

But let me start from the beginning. The man my dad got the job from I shall call Jones, he was one of the richest farmers in our country, and he offered my dad a huge salary per month to run De Ridders drift one of his wheat farms. We had a huge and beautiful old farm house to live in and the area around the house was a lush garden and tree’s all around, I remember my dad saying that the farm was so big it takes a full 2 days just to drive the perimeter in his bakkie. We moved there during the December holidays, and I would be enrolled in the boarding school located about 350km to the nearest town. I did not like the idea about not living with my mom and dad fulltime but understood why my dad took the job.

Now about Jones, from the first day I met the man he was strange to me almost weird as if he did not belong here on earth. Don’t get me wrong here Jones was a very friendly and open man always a smile on his face, but I saw something else in him, and for the life of me I could never understand why my Folks could not see it. From the second I laid eyes on him, I felt a sense of peace and only later in my life it dawned on me that, that weird feeling towards Jones was my 14 year old mind telling me that Jones had a very big secret in his life that he was hiding. Never the less I liked him.

On the far north side on the border of De Ridder drift, lay a bank of hills and at the foot of these hills was a large dam surround by tree’s mainly willows and a few berry bushes and other exotic plant life. My first week on the farm I asked dad if I could take the 50cc dirt bike and explore that hillside and dam. Dad said yes and after pleading with my mom she agreed reluctantly, I remember packing my rucksack with food and water and of I went on my great adventure.
It took me a good 2 hours to reach the edge of the tree’s among them I could see the calm blue water of the dam and on the other side the hills rising up to the sky. And here I spent the rest of the day exploring among the tree’s, around the dam and partly up one side of the hill witch rather looked more like a mountain once you stood by its foot.

On my way back home, driving on the side of the wheat fields which seem to go on and on with no end, I decided my next trip to the dam would be for fishing. I imagined myself walking into the house with a nice big catch, but at 14 it did not cross my mind what type of fish or even if there was any fish in that dam, all I could see in my mind’s eye was 2 or 3 huge fishes and the surprise and happiness on my parent’s faces.

The next week or few weeks that followed I helped my mom and dad on the farm and by the end of the last few days on the farm before we left for good I had a free day to myself and I decided to go and do some fishing. A few days before I had taken my fishing gear and I had hidden it at the side of the wheat field among some bushes because I wanted my big catch to be a surprise for my parents. So of I went early that morning during past the lush yellow wheat fields softly blowing in the wind.

Once there I stopped the dirt bike at the line of trees from there it was about a 400meter walk through the trees before you reached the dam. I remember as I got of the bike that the air around me was deadly silent. There was no bird chatter in the trees no noises of a light wind or the buzz of insects, all around me was silent to the point that I felt a tinge of fear in my belly. I looked back and about 100 meters away the wheat was still swaying in the wind, looking back at and up the trees all was frozen not a leave or branch moved.

That’s when I heard a noise, like a splash in the water, I slowly started walking towards the dam, forgetting why I was there in the first place. Moving among the trees I felt the deathly silence around me, slowly the view of the dam started opening up and then I stopped dead in my tracks. To my left I saw Jones on his knees arms in the air, wearing a funny white robe, he was at the edge of the water. He was loudly chanting in some weird language. After a few minutes the water started to ripple and then rise in front of Jones, and from the centre of the dam something was rising out of the water. And at this point my jaw dropped to the ground. Rising out of the water was what appeared to be 2 giant men also in white robes they hovered above the water, and then slowly moved towards Jones. At the edge of the water they crossed to the ground. At this point Jones was up and walking to them he stopped in front of them. All 3 then held their right hands up in the air almost like a Nazi salute they took turns mumbling in that strange language Jones was saying earlier. The 2 was men big and very tall at least 10meters high and the color of their skin were white like milk they both had long white hair down to almost their hips. One had what looked like a beard but I was too far away to make out any facial features. Then Jones himself started to shimmer and blur and in seconds he looked just like the 2 men.

At this point I let out a soft yelp in fear and all 3 the giants looked in my direction and all I could do was turn and run for all my life’s worth. Reaching the bike I jumped on and as I started it they came running out the trees towards me and could now clearly see their faces, big blue eyes and one had a beard. Hey boy stop one shouted in a loud voice. But fear took me beyond reason and I sped off at top speed on the bike, how I got home I could not remember, but my parents found me lying curled up in a ball at the front door mumbling insanely and when my dad picked me up I wet myself and screamed like a mad man.

I was catatonic for at least 2 days and when I came round mom dad and the local district doctor was sitting by my bed, when I told them what I saw the doctor raised his eyebrows and looked at my father, they both left the room and I never saw the doctor again. The next day dad was in the wheat fields, and mom was busy outside in the vegetable garden at the back of the house. As I was lying in bed the events at the dam ran in my head like a movie and I was wondering if I did not imagine it, and until now neither of my parents seem to believe me.

A soft knock on my door brought me back to reality and as the door opened in stepped Jones. As I opened my mouth to scream he jumped on the bed and tightly placed his hand over my mouth. Be silent my son I will take my hand away but if you so much as make a peep I will disappear before your mommy can reach the door, do you understand me. I slowly nodded yes. As he removed his hand I kept my lips tightly closed staring up at him. But now I felt peace and calmness welling up in me like a thunder storm. Then Jones reached into his pocket and took out a small white feather. Now, said Jones I am not going to hurt you I am going to say a prayer that will make you forget what you saw the other day, you might feel a little sleepy but that’s all. He must have read my mind because he answered exactly what I was thinking. What am I, he said, well I might as well tell you before I pray for you, I am not from this world son but from a far far away a place, your little mind won,t understand. And we are not here to kill and eat you we are here to observe the human race, we are watchers. It saddens us to see how you humans are destroying not just your self’s but also this beautiful planet you live on. I am sorry mister, I whispered softly, but I won’t hurt the world please don’t make me forget, please I beg you, I promise I won’t say a word. At this point Jones closed his eyes and softly mumbled, then as if getting an answer he nodded his head and looked at me with a smile, my master says you may remember, I wanted you to forget because I don’t like it when little children gets scared of us. Oh it happens you know people, fear us because we are so huge, or as you think, like giants.
You see my son you may remember because my master says that one day this will be your testimony to other people and that you are going to do a lot of good things in his name.
Jones smiled at me and then he said, but for now this must remain a secret until you turn 21, can you promise me and your master to do that.

Who is the master I asked? Oh, the one you and your mom and dad pray to every night he is the almighty God who made the heavens and earth, he who sent his only son Jesus to die for your sins. He, our master is lord Yahweh the one and only god from the heavens and earth.

I was stunned into silence and tears was running down my cheeks, and the only thing I felt was heart sore and a terrible sadness. What’s wrong my child Jones asked me? Can you tell Jesus something for me please, tell him I am sorry the people hurt and killed him, tell him I read all his deeds in the bible and I think he was a good and kind man, could you please tell him I love him and our great Father very much. Jones smiled and again closed his eyes after a few seconds he looked at me and said, Jesus and our Father says they love you very much, and that his host of angels shall look after you and your mom and dad. God also says to remember this day and that you must always follow his way for one day you must carry his word across the world.
I will I promise, I said.

That’s a good boy now I must go, but before I leave in a few days you and your parents will move away to the city for I need your father to work for me there, and their you will meet a preacher who will lead you in the ways of God, do you understand that my son.
I just nodded yes, then Jones leaned over me and kissed my forehead, he got up and walked out and slowly closed the door behind him.

This happened 23 years ago and I never saw the angel, Jones after that. But about a year ago as I was doing the closing prayer for a group of converted Christians in Moscow Russia, I looked across the room and Jones was standing at the door with a huge smile on his face he turned and walked out slowly closing the door behind him like that day when I was 14, and I felt great peace and love in my heart.

THE EVIL THAT MEN DO.

2008-12-01T21:12:00.000-08:00

Love is a razor and I walked the line
On that silver blade
Slept in the dust with his daughter
Her eyes red with
The slaughter of innocence
And I will pray for her
I will call her name out loud
I would bleed for her
If I could only see her now

Living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge
You know, You know

The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...

Circle of fire my baptism of joy and at an end it seems
The seventh lamb slain
The book of life opens before me
And I will pray for you
Some day I may return
Don´t you cry for me
Beyond is where I learn

Living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge
You know, you know

The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...

Living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge and
You know, you know

The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...

The evil, the evil, the evil that men do...
The evil, the evil, the evil that men do...

ARTISTS. IRON MAIDEN

PICTURES OF YOU.

2008-11-26T04:04:00.000-08:00

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as I ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close
how I always held close in your fear
remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage to let it all go

remembering you falling into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white so delicate
lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering you how you used to be
slow drowned
you were angels
so much more than everything
hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes
but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
all my pictures of you

looking so long at these pictures of you
but I never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart
all my pictures of you.

ARTISTS: THE CURE.

SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS.

2008-11-24T03:44:00.000-08:00

The sea's evaporating
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the line

Hush
It's okay
Dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Cause soulmates never die

This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What good's religion
When it's each other we despise
Damn the government
Damn their killing
Damn their lies

Hush
It's okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die

Soulmates never die
Never die
Soulmates never die
Never die...
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die

ARTISTS: PLACEBO

ALBASTERS DEUR CORNE GRUNDLING (SAUK JOERNALIS)

2008-11-18T01:47:00.000-08:00

“Hoe ouer ek word, hoe meer geniet ek saterdagoggende. Miskien is dit die stil alleenheid wat daarmee kom om eerste op te staan of meskien die uitbundige vreugde om nie werk toe te gaan nie. Hoe dit ook al sy, die eerste paar ure op n saterdagoggend is die lekkerste.

N paar weke gelede was ek oppad na die motorhuis met n stomende koppie koffie in die een hand en die oggenkoerant in die ander hand. Wat as n tipiese saterdag begin het sou draai in een van daardie lesse wat die lewe van tyd tot tyd vir n mens gee. Laat ek jou hiervan vertel.

Ek is n radio amateur en het my ontvangstoestel ingeskakel op die telefoniese band om na die saterdagoggend gesprekke te luister. Met die luister op die na die gesprekke kom ek af op n man wat ouerig klink, met n sterk sein en n goue stem. Jy weet n stem wat klink of hy in die uitsaaiwese hoort. Hy was besig om te vertel, wie ookal wou luister van n ding met n duisend alabasters. Ek was skielik geinteresseerd en besluit om te luister na wat hy te se het.

Wel tom, dit klink sekerlik dat jy baie besig is met jou werk. Ek is seker dat hulle jou goed betaal, maar dit is hartseer dat jy soveel weg is van die huis en jou gesin. Dit is moeilik om te glo dat n jong man sestig tot sewentig uur n week moet werk om deur te kom. Dit is hartseer dat jy jou dogter se dansopvoering gemis het. Maar laat ek jou iets vertel wat my gehelp het om my prioriteite reg te hou.

Dit is toe wat die man sy teorie van n duisend alabasters verduidelik. Jy sien , ek het eendag gesit en n bietjie somme gemaak. Die gemiddelde person leef 75 jaar. Ek weet, sommige leef meer en sommige minder, maar gemiddeld, leef mense ongeveer 75 jaar.

Wat ek toe doen is om 75 te vermenigvuldig met 52 en ek het die getal 3900 gekry dit is die aantal saterdae wat die gemiddelde mens in sy hele leeftyd het. Hou nou net n bietjie uit Tom, ek kom nou by die belangrike deel. Ek het eers op die ouderdom van 55 jaar begin dink aan hierdie detail, en by daardie tyd het ek reeds deur meer as 2800 saterdae geleef. Ek het ongeveer n duisend saterdae oor om te geniet. So het ek na die speelgoedwinkels gegaan en al die alabasters in die winkel gekoop. Uiteindelik moes ek by nog twee speelgoedwinkels ingaan om by n 1000 albasters uit te kom. Ek het die alabasters huis toe geneem en hulle in n groot, helder deursigtige plastiese fles geplaas geplaas hier in my stoor kamer langs al my goed.

Van daardie dag af het ek elke saterdagoggend een alabaster uitgehaal en weggegooi. Ek het agtergekom soos ek die alabasters sien minder raak, ek al meer gefokus het op die regtige belangrike dinge in die lewe.

Daar is niks soos om te sien hoe jou tyd op die aarde besig is om uit te hardloop , om jou te help om jou prioriteite reg te kry nie.

Wel , laat ek jou vertel voordat ek van die lug afgaan om my lieflike vrou vir ete uit te neem. Vanoggend het ek die laaste alabaster uit die fles gehaal. Ek reken indien ek dit volgende saterdag maak, is ek n klein bietjie ekstra tyd gegun. En die een ding wat ons almal kan gebruik is n klein bietjie ekstra tyd.

Dit was lekker om te kon gesels, Tom, ek hoop jy spandeer meer tyd met jou gesin, en ek hoop ons ontmoet weer hier op die lug. Dit is n 75-jarige ou man, K9NZQ wat groet, oor en uit.
Jy kon n speld op die lug hoor val toe die man van die lug afgaan. Ek reken hy het vir ons almal iets gegee om oor na te dink. Ekself het beplan om die oggend te werk aan die antenna van my radio, en daarna was ek van plan om met n paar van die ander radioamateurs saam te werk aan ons klub se nuusbrief.

Ek het egter instead daarvan om dit te doen die trappe opgeklim na ons slaapkamer en my vrou met n soen wakker gemaak. Komaan my vroutjie, ek neem vir jou en die kinders vir ontbyt. Sy het regop gesit met n glimlag: wat het gemaak om dit meet e bring? Ek na haar gekyk en gedink hoe gelukkig ek is. Ag wat, niks besonders nie, dit is slegs n lang tyd gelede dat ons n saterdagoggend saam met mekaar en met die kinders spandeer het. En terwyl ons nou uitgaan kan ons stop by die speelgoedwinkel? Ek het nodig om albasters te koop

JOKE

2008-11-17T02:05:00.000-08:00

SPIRIT IN BLACK

2008-11-11T04:14:00.000-08:00

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life
Just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present words to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end

Spirits damned to rot
Amidst the brimstone fireballs
Eyes of the dead
Watching from their living walls
Broken glass reflections
Show your flesh eaten away
Beyond the gates I 'll take you
Where the blood forever rains

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end

Afterlife confessions
Tell me who you used to be
Looking on in wonder
As I show you it was me
Burning from within
You know one spark is all it takes
Hear the piercing cries of all
Who found that hell awaits

Living nightmare can't you see
You really have no choice
Faded memories haunt you
Listen closely to my voice
Feed me all your hatred
Empty all your thoughts to me
I can fill your emptiness
With immortality

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream

ARTIST: SLAYER.

REVENGE.

2008-11-11T03:15:00.000-08:00

Stasen looked at the people around him. The club was packed tonight, loud music was booming in every corner of the place, masses of people rubbing shoulders, sweating body’s, booze was in every hand and every second person’s eyes betrayed the drugs they had taken for the night. Young men and woman dressed in the latest fashion, some attired in cloth that left little for the imagination. He noticed 2 young girls barely 18 swinging their hips seductively in front of him every now and then 1 of them would look at him and smile. The other 1 dragged on a smoke and then passed it to her friend. Stasen shook his head and walked to the dance floor. A mass of body’s swayed shook and jerked to the music almost like a mass of voodoo priests performing a ceremony. He won’t be here Stasen thought to himself, he turned and headed back to the bar at the top of the dance floor, and he ordered a can of cola and then went and stood in the corner of the room scanning the faces of the patrons.

At about 11:00 Stasen was losing hope, he won’t be coming tonight he thought. He was hoping he would because this is 1 of the biggest music festivals in the country, and it is exactly the type of place Alex would visit. Then Stasen saw him, he was slowly working his way to the bar, Stasen felt his stomach jump with excitement. Alex was a beautiful handsome man, with a smile that could melt any woman’s heart. At the bar Alex ordered a drink and smiled at a young woman standing next to him, and just as Stasen expected within 15min the girl was ready to have Alex’s children. This bothered Stasen he wanted Alex alone, all for himself he has dreamed of this night for the last 3 years. Stasen realized he must be careful the young woman could ruin his plans for Alex tonight. For 3 years he was every weekend at every club and bar in the hope of finding Alex and tonight was exactly as he had hoped, yes he had to find a way of getting Alex away from here and alone. He was going to take his time in squeezing every last drop of life out of his body, then, Stasen felt excited again, then he will take to him with his knife and slice him into bits and pieces.

Stasen noted that both Alex and the Girl were getting drunk fast, but Stasen also saw that Alex acted more drunk than what he really was. After about 2 hours Stasen saw Alex helping the drunk girl up, Alex had his arm around her and he guided her towards the a side door that went outside the club. Stasen got up and followed them when he got outside he saw he was at a side parking lot of the club he saw Alex and the girl swinging their way between the cars slowly Stasen started after them, being careful not to be seen. The lot was filled with cars and no people in sight, right at the bottom end of the lot Stasen stopped behind a car and peered at his victim through the cars window. It was clear that the girl had passed out. Stasen realized all he could do was to kill Alex and leave. He felt disappointed cause he really wanted to spend time cutting up Alex’s pretty face. But he would have to make do with a quick kill and then fade into the night. He saw Alex pick the girl up and roughly dumping her on the back seat. As Alex started to walk towards the driver’s door Stasen walked from behind the car, his razor sharp Spiderco knife hidden behind his back. “Alex!” Stasen called. Alex swung around fear etched on his face. “Who are you, what do you want?”

Stasen smiled at Alex. “Alex do you remember about 3 years ago at a college party in Hill town you did the same thing you did tonight, and I suspect have been doing ever since? “ “ What are you talking about, who are you? “ Alex replied. Stasen grinned again, “ I am talking about the young woman on your back seat, the one you drugged tonight, the one you are going to rape and then leave next to the side of the road, just like you did that night at the college party with my daughter Abigail.” “ Hey look mister, I don’t know what you are talking about” Alex said his voice now filled with raw fear.
“Oh I think you do Alex, you see they could never catch you, you wear a condom when you rape don’t you but, I sat with Abigail outside the college a few weeks after you had raped her, and she pointed you out to me, that was the day I swore I would find you and kill you.”
“Hey hey man hold on i….?”
Stasen jumped forward the knife flashing in the air. Alex fell to his knees clutching the side of his neck, the knife had caught his jugular and blood was pumping out between his fingers. He made a gargle sound and this time Stasen stabbed him in the chest, a death stroke right into his victims heart.

As Stasen pulled the knife out he wiped it on Alex’s shirt and whispered,” nobody rapes my daughter and gets away with it.” He turned around and slowly left the parking lot. At a public phone booth he made and anonymous call to the police. He didn’t want the young girl to be left alone on that dead pig’s backseat.

CLOUDBUSTING

2008-11-11T00:04:00.000-08:00

I still dream of Orgonon.
I wake up crying.
You're making rain,
And you're just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.

You're like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.

But every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.

I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can't hide you
From the government.
Oh, god, daddy--
I wont forget,

cause every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

The suns coming out.
Your sons coming out.

ARTIST: KATE BUSH.

THAT BLOODY SOFTWARE.

2008-11-10T20:35:00.000-08:00

INSOMNIA.

2008-11-06T04:52:00.000-08:00

twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….

…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..

twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..

AUTHER: UNKNOWN.

NOXIOUS (THE DEMON'S GAME)

2008-11-06T00:16:00.000-08:00

A Sign Is All She Wants
The Brand New Game Is Up To Come
A Sign Is All She Wants
Give Me The Power
A Laugh Is All I Need
To Use The Finger That Makes Her Bleed
The Laugh Of Adoration
Give Me The Power
Her Fear Is All I Care
To Start The Disgust We Must Share
A State Of No Salvation
Give Me The Power
Her Lips Is All I Feel
To Make Her Body Shake An Thrill
I Love The Darkest Passion
Give Me The Power
When The Vices Go To Hellway,I Bring Up My Wine And Go There Again, Go There Again
An The Flames Around My Neck Burn My Soul In The Demons Game, The Demons Game
The Strangest Disease Comes To My Head, Get Out And Get Out Of Here
Noxious Pleasures Run In My Hands, Give Me The Power

The Game Has Now Begun
A Dirty Damage In Our Fall
A Road With No Direction
Give Me The Power
The Fright Is All I Read
Written On Her Dying Skin
The Joy Of Malediction
Give Me The Power
The Worst Is All We Search
To Build The Hate, The New Empire
A House Of Desperation
Give Me The Power
The Madness In Arms
Will Never Tear Our Hearts Apart
Our Love The Devils Passion
Give Me The Power
When The Vices Go To Hellway,I Bring Up My Wine And Go There Again, Go There Again
An The Flames Around My Neck Burn My Soul In The Demons Game, The Demons Game
The Strangest Disease Comes To My Head, Get Out And Get Out Of Here
NO xious Pleasures Run In My Hands, I Break The Empire

ARTISTS: Corpus Delicti

UNDER THE GUN.

2008-11-06T00:06:00.000-08:00

you don't have to say you're sorry
to look on further down the line
into the sun
too close at heaven
love is fine
but you can't hold it like a ...

two worlds apart and two together
into that good night kiss away
one takes the hard
one the other
kiss a way

are you living for love?
are you living for love?
when the road gets too tough
is your love strong enough?

(are you living?)
(are you living for love?)

do you feel your head is full of thunder?
questions never end?
empty nights alone? no wonder
it all comes back again

are you living for love?
are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've ...

(one, two, three, four ...)
forget the many steps to heaven
it never happened and it ain't so hard
happiness is a loaded weapon and a
short cut is better by far
explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
at a million miles an hour
abrasive wheels and molten metals
it's a semi-automatic, get in the car
corrosive heart and frozen heat
we're worlds apart where we could meet
where the street fold round and the motors start
and the idiot wields the power
where the chosen hold the highest card
on the field of honour where the ground is hard
so the highest hand is joking wild
and the house soon fold and no-one stand
I put my finger on and dialled
the tower, the moon, the gun, and
nine nine nine, singer down
cloudburst and all around
the first are last, the blessed get wired
the best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
heat-seeking, out of the sun
you can set the controls for the heart or the knees
and the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
everything under the gun

ARTISTS: THE SISTERS OF MERCY.

WHEN DEATH COMES.

2008-11-05T05:51:00.000-08:00

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world

By: Mary Oliver.

THE GYPSY AND THE SCARECROW III

2008-11-03T02:44:00.001-08:00

RATEL.

2008-10-30T23:41:00.000-07:00

Ek sit alleen bo op my Ratel. Ek is alleen vandag, my mede soldate is almal weg vir n dag se rus en om te ontvlug van die konstante opleiding. Ek was nie lus om saam te gaan nie, ek wou net alleen wees. Net een dag van rus en vrede saam met myself. Ek vat n diep teug van my siggaret en knyp die kooltjie dood en sit die stompie in my sak ,en tuur oor die stil winterveld uit. N ligte bries waai en die gras ritsel saam. Alles in die Gods verlate plek is grys en dood. Winter hier is nie speletjies nie, dink ek. Maar vandag is perfek, dis koud maar nie vriesend nie. My aapjas hou my lekker warm.

“Chappie!” ruk n stem my tot realiteit. Dit was Majoor Brand, of Majoor Chappies soos ons hom noem. “Klim af en kom hier se hy in n diep stem!” Terwyl ek afklim tref dit my, geen soldaat mag bo op n Ratel sit of staan nie, great ek gaan n opvok kry op my dag af.
Ek draf na die Majoor toe en halt voor hom en salueer. “More Majoor !” se ek en wag vir die donderstorm om los te bars. “Wat rook jy Chappie ?” “Menthol Majoor, craven a menthols,” antwoord ek.” Nou laat ons rook se die spook,” se die Majoor en hy glimlag vir my. My hand bewe toe ek die siggaret en aansteker na hom uithou.

Majoor Chappies is nie iemand met wie jy speel nie, hy is al diep in die veertigs met diep donker bruin oe wat al te veel van die lewe gesien het. Die rede hoekom ons hom Majoor Chappies noem is omdat hy altyd na die troepe en range laer as syne verwys as Chappie, ek het hom nog nooit hoor verwys na n troep as n roof of rower of slangkak of enige van die kleurvolle name wat die korporale mee kon opkom nie. Ons was net Chappie of Chaps en dit was dit. “Majoor ek, ek… is jammer ek het bo die ratel gesit… ek het…” “Relax Chappie ek kon sien jy was ver weg en elk geval ons is ver weg van vyandelike gebied, it stays between us.” Se hy en knipoog vir my. Ek staan egter agterdogtig nog op aandag en weet nie wat om te se nie. Die man was tog op n stadium n bevelvoerder in Angola, hy was in die hitte van Ops Protea en ander operasies waarvan n nat agter die ore Ratel drywer net kan droom. “Kom Chappie stap saam my.”

Met dit draai hy om en begin stadig na my Ratel toe stap. “Ek het jou al dop gehou Chappie, Beukes is mos jou van, is ek reg?” Vir n oomblik is ek sprakeloos, ek is een van agthonderd Ratel drywers in die eenheid en hy ken wragtig my van, “ja Majoor” se ek. “Ek ken al jul name my Chappie,” en hy gee weer n glimlag. “Ek is mos verantwoordelik vir julle opleiding ek is mos die baas van die plaas as dit kom by die, en hy klap sy hand teen my Ratel se wand, moordmasjiene!”

“Moenie so verbaas wees nie Chappie, dis presies wat die Ratels is, ja julle jong laaities sien die goed as cool en awesome, maar as jy dit kon sien soos ek dit al gesien het sal jy anders voel.” Ek skuifel ongemaklik rond en steek toe maar nog n siggaret aan. “Ek het jou al dop gehou Beukes jy is altyd eenkant meng nie somer met die ander nie, jou Ratel is altyd skoon en met staalperades is jy en jou Chappies altyd die enigste wat nie n opvok kry nie, glo my ek het al gesoek vir foute met inspeksies maar ek kan sien jy kyk na jou Ratel. En dis wat die ander nie besef nie, dis daai dissepline wat lewens red.”

Weet jy wat ons Ratels in Angola genoem het?” “Nee Majoor.”se ek nou meer op my gemak.
“Bliksnyers Chappie, bliksnyers…” “Hoekom Majoor?” Die Majoor neem n diep sug en gaan sit stadig met sy rug teen die Ratel se agterwiel, “gee my nog n smoke dan vertel ek jou kom, kom sit hier langs my.” Ek gaan sit langs die Majoor en gee hom my pakkie en aansteker nadat hy n siggaret aan gesteek het sit hy die pakkie tussen ons op die grond neer maar hy speel stadig met my aansteker en tuur voor hom uit, ek kan sien die man se gedagtes begin ver terug gaan in tyd.

“Ons was in n geveg betrokke met n groep terroriste hulle het van ons manne vas geskiet met russiese tenks, toe roep ons die Ratels in, hulle was die naaste aan die konflik, ek het daai dag gesien hoe jong seuns soos jy n russiese panser tenk uitskiet met net n 20mm kanon en n brownie in die toring.” “ Dit was asof die duiwel himself in ons troepe was daai dag, hulle het een van ons Ratels uit gehaal met n 90mm kanon op een van hul T56 tenks.” “ Die troepe was swaar gewond en verbrand, vier was dood, die rondte het die voertuig in die middel getref, toe die drywer sien almal is uit insluitend die dooies het hy eenvoudig sy voet neer gesien en teen topspoed op daai russiese tenk af gejaag.” “Nou die skerp punt neus van die Ratel het daai tenk teen seker maklik 70km/ph getref en het daai tenk soos n blik sardines oop geruk van voor tot reg in die middel, daar was een moerse ontploffing en die Ratel en die tenk was in vlamme gehul.” “ Wat daai klomp terroriste gedink het weet ek nie maar hulle het net daar stert tussen die bene gevlug, vandaar die naam bliksnyer, my Chappie.”

“Bliksem Majoor!” is al wat ek kon se. “Ja Chappie as jy enige tenk reg tref met n Ratel se neus sny jy hom oop soos n blik sardines, weet jy hoekom noem ek julle manne Chappies?” vra hy onverwags.
“Nee Majoor, ek weet nie.” “Hmmm nou kom ek vertel jou, dit was op daai selfde dag na die konflik, ons was op pad terug na die basis in konfooi, ek was saam met n drywer skutter Chapman heel agter in die konfooi, my Ratel was ook buite aksie, ons het in n ou Bedford met voorraad in gery toe begin die trok te ruk en pluk en proes en gaan staan net daar met ons langs die pad.” “Die konfooi wag nie vir n man nie so toe spring ons uit en ek en Chappies dit was Chapman se bynaam begin toe soek na die fout. Maar die heel donerse tyd is die troepie in my pad as ek oor die enjin leun dan le die seun omtrent bo op my as ek onder die trok is dan is hy weer daar omtrent bo op my.”

“Ek het my later so vervies dat ek los gebars het op die mannetjie, vokkof onder my voete uit troep het ek gegil hoe de donner moet ek die trok reg maak met jou die heel tyd in my pad. En daar slat daai man my asem weg, en hoe ek na julle manne kyk vir die res van my lewe.”

“Luitenat , dit was my rang toe, het hy kalm gese, ek het gehoor hoe praat die manne vandag van jou, ek het gehoor hoe jy hulle gelei het in die geveg. Ek het gehoor hoe se hulle as dit nie vir jou was nie sou hulle al ons manne uit gewis het, ek het gehoor hoe jy openlik voor die ander begin huil het oor Anderson wat sy lewe op gegee het en in daai russe se tenk vas gejaag het. Jy gee om vir jou manne luitenant, die weermag het mense soos jy nodig. Ek Luitenant is net n drywer ek het in n weeshuis groot geword, ek het niemand in my lewe nie, en ek was nie in die pad nie Luitenant, ek wou jou maar net beskerm. Ek het gedink as die vyand skielik hier aankom dan kan hulle my eerste raak skiet, en dit kan Luitenat n kans gee om weg te kom.”

Ek was sprakeloos en kon aan niks dink om te se vir Majoor Brand nie. Hy het stadig op gestaan en af gekyk na my,” dit is hoekom ek julle Chappies noem, julle is die wiel wat die oorlogs masjien laat draai ons range is net n bietjie olie om dinge glad te hou, maar ek het na daai dag nooit weer sleg van of met n troep gepraat nie julle boys is my Chappies.”

Ek het op gestaan en my hand na die Majoor uit gehou hy het my n ferm handskud gegee.” Vandag bly tussen my en jou Beukes?” “Dis reg so Majoor,” en ek het op aandag gekom en hom met trots gesalueer. Hy het my terug gesalueer om gedraai en stadig weg gestap. Ek was alleen tussen al die Ratels en moordmasjiene. In die stilte het ek die gekraak en steun van die metal gehoor. En skielik het ek gewens ek was eerder saam my ander Chappies op dorps pas.

TEARJERKER. FOR THE DESERT ROSE.

2008-10-30T06:42:00.000-07:00

Well I wish there was someone
Well I wish there was someone
To love me

When I used to be someone
And I knew there was someone
That loved me

As I sit here frozen alone
Even ghosts get tired and go home
As they crawl back under the stones

And I wish there was something
Please tell me there's something better
And I wish there was something more than this
Saturated loneliness

And I wish I could feel it
And I wish I could steal it
Abduct it, corrupt it, but I never can
it's just saturated loneliness

Does the silence get lonely?
Does the silence get lonely?
Who knows?
I've been hearing it tell me
I've been hearing it tell me
Go home

Cause the freaks are playing tonight
They packed up and turned out the lights

And I wish there was something
Please tell me there's something better
And I wish there was something more than this
Saturated loneliness

And I wish I could feel it
And I wish I could steal it
Abduct it, corrupt it, but I never can
It's just saturated loneliness

And the bath waters cold
And this life's getting old

And I wish I could feel it
And I wish I could feel it
And I wish I could steal it
Abduct it, corrupt it
And I wish I could feel it
And I wish I could steal it
And I wish I could feel it
Abduct it, corrupt it
But I never can
I never can
Never Can
Never Can
Never Can

ARTIST: KORN.

SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE.

BELOVED

2008-10-29T05:18:00.000-07:00

it's colder than before
the seasons took all they had come for
now winter dances here
it seems so fitting don't you think?
to dress the ground in white
and grey

it's so quiet I can hear
my thoughts touching every second
that I spent waiting for you
circumstances afford me
no second chance to tell you
how much I've missed you

my beloved do you know
when the warm wind comes again
another year will start to pass
and please don't ask me why I'm here
something deeper brought me
than a need to remember

we were once young and blessed with wings
no heights could keeps us from their reach
no sacred place we did not soar
still greater things burned within us
I don't regret the choices that I've made
I know you feel the same

my beloved do you know
how many times I stared at clouds
thinking that I saw you there
these are feelings that do not pass so easily
I can't forget what we claimed was ours

moments lost though time remains
I am so proud of what we were
no pain remains, no feeling
eternity awaits
grant me wings that I might fly
my restless soul is longing
no pain remains, no feeling
eternity awaits

Artist: VNV Nation.

SAB.

2008-10-23T04:41:00.000-07:00

At a world brewing convention in the States, the CEOs of various brewing organizations retire to the bar at the end of the day.
Bruce, CEO of Fosters, shouts to the barman: 'In Australia, we make the best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a Fosters, mate.'
Bob, CEO of Budweiser, calls out next: 'In the States, we brew the king of them all - gimme a Bud.'
Hans steps up next: 'In Germany ve invented beer. Give me un Helles, ze REAL King of beers.'
Jan, chief executive of Grolsch, follows by stating that Grolsch is the ultimate beer and asks for one with two fingers of foam on top.
Norman, chairman of SAB, is next: 'Barman, give me a diet Coke with ice and lemon please.'
The other four stare at him in stunned silence, then Bruce asks: 'Aren't you going to have a Castle, Norm?'
Norman replies 'Well, if you guys aren't drinking beer, then neither am I.'

THE PEOPLE I MISS MOST TODAY

2008-10-15T01:31:00.000-07:00

DAD: 27/01/1931-21/08/2006
MOM: 15/10/1935-22/02/2007

All that we needed, was right
The threshold is breaking, tonight

Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me

Focus on everything better today
All that I needed I never could say
Hold on to people they're slipping away
Hold on to this while it's slipping away

All that we needed, tonight
Are people who love us, and life
I know how it feels to need
Oh when we leave here, you'll see

Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me

Focus on everything better today
All that I needed I never could say
Hold on to people they're slipping away
Hold on to this while it's slipping away

So long
So long

Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it's all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can't really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me

Focus on everything better today
All that I needed I never could say

Hold on to people they're slipping away

ARTIST: MOBY - HOTEL-SLIPPING AWAYI WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU, LOVE YOUR SON.

WALKING AWAY.

2008-10-09T02:06:00.000-07:00

WALKING AWAY FROM ALL THIS PAIN I FEEL, THE CONSTANT AWARENESS THAT DRIVES ME MAD
WALKING AWAY FROM THIS HATE FILLED WORLD, THE AWARENESS THAT DRIVES ME INSANE
WALKING AWAY FROM THE PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD, THEY BREAK MY HEART EVERY DAY
WALKING AWAY FROM THE LUST AND GREED, A DISEASE THAT IS SPAWNED BY US
WALKING AWAY FROM THE VIOLENCE AND ANGER OF THIS GENERATION
WALKING AWAY FROM THE SEXUAL PEVERSIONS OF MANKIND
WALKING AWAY FROM THE LIES AND DECEIT OF US
WALKING AWAY FROM THE LACK OF TRUST
WALKING AWAY FROM THE NEW ORDER
WALKING AWAY FROM THE THEM
WALKING AWAY FROM YOU
WALKING AWAY FROM ME
WALKING AWAY
WALKING
GONE

THE FRAGILE (AN ODE TO THE DESERT ROSE).

2008-10-08T01:26:00.000-07:00

She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
Fragile
She doesnt see her beauty
She tries
To get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart

She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone will see
If I could fix myself I'd...
But it's too late for me

I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart

We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
We'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
But they keep waiting and picking
And picking

It's something I have to do (I won't let you fall apart)
I was there, too (I won't let you fall apart)
Before everything else (I won't let you fall apart)
I was like you (I won't let you fall apart)

ARTIST: NINE INCH NAILS.

DANTE'S PRAYER.

2008-10-07T01:01:00.000-07:00

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me

ARTIST: Loreena McKennitt

FOR MY GYPSY WITH THE RESTLESS SOUL.

2008-10-06T22:35:00.000-07:00

It must be summer the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful
All the flowers and all the trees
Make Me feel like they're inside of Me
I'm holding My friend’s hand
While we're walking in this land
It's all but a dream

My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness, someone is calling
I can feel the cold, it's all around Me
I know it's not a dream, No no no

Someone is in My room
Standing at the end of My bed
Must be a visit from a restless soul

Now I see her figure, her face against the glass
And there's no reflection, she's in the mirror
Could it really be, has she returned?
My dearest gypsy

My dearest gypsy will you tell me
You know we don't have no secrets
Must be a visit from a restless soul
"I will send You a dream...”

Adapted from a visit from the dead by King Diamond.

THE STORY OF ABUSE AGAINST WOMAN.

2008-10-02T05:09:00.000-07:00

2008-10-01T22:58:00.000-07:00

WIE ONTHOU NOG DIE KERELS?

2008-09-30T04:08:00.000-07:00

REUNIE FOTO SIGBAAR BY RSG WEBTUISTE.

SCARECROW II.

2008-09-30T03:44:00.001-07:00

SCARECROW.

2008-09-29T02:27:00.000-07:00

staring in the face of condemnation
laughter fills the sky instead of rain

live my life alone in resignation
arms outstretched for those who cannot say

scarecrow

crucified and left in isolation
pictures of our lost morality

scarecrow

eyeless stares invite this whole damnation
rotting corpse of inhumanity

scarecrow

ARTIST:MINISTRY

CROP CIRCLES

2008-09-23T01:34:00.000-07:00

IEMAND WIE EK KEN.

2008-09-23T00:31:00.001-07:00

GISTER NA WERK, RY EK IN N BAIE GOEIE GEMOED HUIS TOE, MY DAG BY DIE WERK HET RUSTIG VERLOOP VIR N MAANDAG. EK BESLUIT TOE OM N KOUE BIER TE GAAN DRINK BY DIE LOCAL KROEG NABY MY HUIS, N GESELIGE PLEKKIE GENAAMD WOODSTOCK PUB EN GRILL. DAAR GEKOM MERK EK IETS IS VERKEERD, DIE VRIENDELIKE ATMOSFEER ONTBREEK DIE MUSIEK IS SKAARS HOORBAAR IN DIE AGTERGROND EN MY GEWONE GROEP VRIENDE SE GESIGTE IS STRAK EN STIL. EK MERK 1 OF 2 MENSE WIE SE OE DUIDELIK WYS DAT TRANE IS GESTORT. EK HET DIE GEWONE HANDSKUD UIT GEDEEL EN AAN DIE EINDE VAN DIE KROEG GAAN SIT EN N BIER BESTEL WONDEREND WAT AAN DIE GANG IS MET MY VRIENDE.

MY VRIEND “LEGION” WAS DAAR EN HY HET LANGS MY KOM SIT, EN IN SY FRANSE AKSENT MAAR IN VLOT AFRIKAANS VIR MY GEVRA OF EK GEHOOR HET WAT MET EEN VAN ONS VRIENDE “BP” GEBEUR HET. EK NOEM HOM BP WANT EK WIL NIE SY NAAM OP DIE BLOG PLAAS NIE. NOU BP IS N VRIEND MET WIE EK AL LANK GESIT EN DEBATEER HET OOR MUSIEK, VAN LED ZEPPELIN TOT LINKIN PARK. NEE, WAT HET MET HOM GEBEUR, HET EK MY FRANSE VRIEND GEVRA? EN TOE SLAAT HY MY MET SY WOORDE BO VAN MY STOEL AF, BP SE 15MAANDE OUE SEUN HET SONDAG VERDRINK. HOE EN WAT GEBEUR HET WEET EK NIE WANT EK WOU NIE VRA NIE. DIE BIER HET BITTER EN SLEG IN MY KEEL AF GESPOEL, EN EK KON DIE TRANE VOEL OPDAM IN MY OE.

EN SO HET ONS GROEPIE IN STILTE GESIT EN TREUR VIR N VRIEND SE TRAGIESE VERLIES. BP ONS DINK AAN JOU EN JOU VROU IN DIE TYD VAN VERLIES, EK KAN NIE DIE WOORDE VIND OM TE SE HOE JAMMER EK VOEL VIR JULLE NIE, MAAR WEET NET HY IS NOU OP SY EIE “STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN” VEILIG IN DIE ARMS VAN ONS VADER. EK ONTHOU HOE EK EN MY VRIENDIN HOM EENKEER YOGHURT GEVOER HET, EN EK KAN DIE TRANE NIE MEER KEER NIE, DIS NET TE VEEL VIR MY.

IAM VOS ES TUTUS INTELUM OF DEUS, AMEN!

DIE GROOT "C".

2008-09-15T05:37:00.001-07:00

MY VRIEND SE VROU BEGIN MORE HAAR EERSTE CHEMO SESSIE VIR KANKER MY HART BREEK AAN N DUISEND STUKKE TOE HY MET TRANE IN SY OE VIR MY SE HY IS SO BANG HY VERLOOR SY MAAT VAN 26 JAAR. VANAAND SAL EK BID NIE VIR GENESING EN WONDERWERKE NIE MAAR DAT EK GOD SE PLAN MET HULLE AANVAAR EN DAT HY MY MAAT EN SY VROU KRAG SAL GEE OM DEUR DIE DING TE KOM. SY IS 6 WEKE TERUG MET KLIER EN BORS KANKER GEDIAGNOSEER.

PRICELESS.

2008-09-15T05:37:00.000-07:00

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after the night at a business
function.

He forces himself to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is a
couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table.

And, next to them, a single red rose!

Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and
pressed.

Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order,
spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring
back at him in the bathroom mirror and notices a note on the table:

"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping - Love
you!!"

Also the morning paper is open at the sport section next to his breakfast.

His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks,

"Son...what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 am,
drunk and out of your mind.

You broke the coffee table, puked in the hallway and got that black
eye when you ran into the door."

"So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose
and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh, THAT!...Mom dragged you to the bedroom and when
she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone,
b*tch, I'm married!!!".

Broken table - R585.26

Hot breakfast - R42.20

Red Rose bud - R35.00

Two aspirins - R8.00

Saying the right thing, at the right time... Priceless!!!

Why is chocolate better than sex?

2008-09-15T01:37:00.000-07:00

1. You can GET chocolate.

2. Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.

3. You can have chocolate even in front of your mother.

4. If you bite the nuts too hard the chocolate won't mind.

5. Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names.

6. The word "commitment" doesn't scare off chocolate.

7. You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped.

8. With chocolate there's no need to fake it.

9. Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant.

6. You are never too young or too old for chocolate.

10. With chocolate size doesn't matter.

VIR ELF.

2008-09-09T22:36:00.000-07:00

SHERLOCK HOLMES.

2008-09-08T03:23:00.000-07:00

STRANGER IN THE NIGHT. (PART 2)

2008-09-05T04:58:00.000-07:00

3 YEARS HAS PASSED SINCE THAT NIGHT THE STRANGER CAME TO MY GRANDMOTHER ANNES HOUSE, WHO AT THE TIME WAS 16YEARS OLD. NOW I SHALL TELL YOU THE SECOND PART OF THIS STRANGE AND WEIRD TALE.
MY GREAT GRAND PARENTS AND ALL THE CHILDREN WAS SPENDING THE WEEKEND AT LILLY’S BROTHER FRANK. FRANK WAS NEVER A WEALTHY MAN AND WORKED FOR OUPA JOHN ON HIS FARM ROOIBULT. BUT 3 YEARS AGO ALL THIS CHANGED WHEN FRANK SUDDENLY ANOUNCED THAT HE HAD SAVED ENOUGH MONEY OVER THE YEARS TO BUY HIS OWN FARM IN THE CHLOORKOP DISTRICT OUTSIDE KEMPTON PARK. BOTH MY GREAT GRANDPARENTS OUPA JOHN AND OUMA LILLY SWALLOWED HARD AT THIS BUT THEY ACCEPTED IT AND WAS GLAD FOR FRANKS SAKE. IN THEIR HEARTS THEY BOTH NEW THAT FRANK WAS THE LAZY ONE IN THE FAMILY NEVER WITH MUCH AMBITION IN HIS LIFE, AND THAT HE NEVER SAVED A DIME OF THE MONEY HE MADE, BUT SOMEHOW HE MANAGED TO GET MONEY AND A LOT OF IT FROM SOMEWHERE TO BUY NOOITGEDAG. AND ON TOP OF THAT HE FIXED UP AND REFURBISHED THE WHOLE FARM HOUSE AND SURRONDING BUILDINGS. IN ADDITION TO THIS HE PURCHASED A NEW TRACTER AND A HERD OF 500 CATTLE. THIS MONEY HE CLAIMED TO OUPA JOHN HE BORROWED FROM THE BANK. THIS WAS A LIE CAUSE OUPA WAS FRIENDS WITH MANIE BODENSTYEN THE BANK MANAGER WHO LATER TOLD OUPA JOHN THAT FRANK NEVER APPLIED FOR A LONE BUT HIS BANK ACCOUNT DID GREW BY A HUGE AMOUNT OF ALMOST 200 000 POUNDS OVERNIGHT ABOUT 3 YEARS AGO.
THEY COULD NEVER FIND OUT WHO GAVE FRANK THIS MONEY BUT IT WAS TRANSFERD FROM A BANK IN THE MULDERSDRIFT DISTRICT INTO FRANKS.

AND NOW TO THE STORY, FRANK HAD MET POLLIE DU TOIT ABOUT A YEAR AGO AND THEY WHERE TO BE MARRIED ON NOOITGEDAG HENCE THE REASON WHY EVERYBODY WAS AT FRANKS FARM FOR THE WEEKEND. FAMILY CAME FROM FAR AND WIDE EVEN FAMILY FROM AS FAR AS SOUTH WEST AFRICA ATTENDED THE WEDDING. WHEN OUMA ANNE TOLD ME THIS STORY SHE SAID THERE MUST HAVE BEEN CLOSE TO 300 PEOPLE AT THE WEDDING.
THE SERVICE TOOK PLACE AT 3 IN THE AFTER NOON ON THE HUGE STOEP FRANK HAD ADDED TO THE FARM HOUSE CHAIRS WAS PLACED IN FRONT FOR THE GUESTS TO BE SEATED, AND FROM THERE EVERYBODY WENT FOR THE PARTY THAT WAS HELD IN THE BIG BARN A FEW HUNDRED METERS FROM THE FARM HOUSE. TABLES WERE LAID OUT WITH VARIOUS FOODS AND OUMA LILLYS COUSIN ANTON WAS THE BARMAN. AN OLD OSSEWA WAS CONVERTED FOR THIS AND ANTON SERVED DRINKS FROM THE BACK OF THE OSSEWA TO THE GUESTS.
A LOCAL BOERE ORKES CALLED DIE KORINGLANDERS PROVIDED THE MUSIC SCORE FOR THE PARTY.
AT ABOUT 7 IN THE EVENING THE PARTY WAS IN FULL SWING AND COUPLES WAS DANCING, DRINKS WAS FLOWING AND THE FESTIVE MOOD COULD BE FELT BY EVERYBODY. OUMA LILLY SAID SHE WAS BUSY TALKING TO OUMA LILLY WHEN SHE NOTICED A MAN STANDING IN THE ENTRANCE TO THE BARN NEXT TO THE OSSEWA. ANNE FELT A CHILL RUN DOWN HER SPINE WHEN SHE REALISED IT WAS THE STRANGE MAN FROM 3 YEARS AGO SHE TUCKED LILLYS SLEEVE, MA LOOK IT’S HIM SHE SAID AND AS LILLY LOOKED SHE SAW THE MAN LOUIE, SHE COULD NOT REMEMBER HIS SURNAME, WAS TALKING TO ANTON, WHO WAS POINTING AT THE PEOPLE DANCING. AS THE STRANGER STARTED TOWARDS THE COUPLES DANCING HE PASSED LILLY AND ANNE AND SMILED AT THEM TOUCHING THE RIM OF HIS HAT AS HE PASSED. ANNE WATCHED THE MAN AS HE WAVED TO FRANK WHO WHEN HE SAW THE MAN WENT DEATHLY PALE IN HIS FACE.

OUMA TOLD ME IT LOOKED AS IF A BUCKET OF WHITE PAINT WAS DUMPED INTO FRANKS FACE.THE MAN SAID SOMETHING TO FRANK WHO JUST NODDED AND THEN THEY BOTH HEADED TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE BARN.AS FRANK PASSED LILLY SHE ASKED HIM, FRANK WHO IS THAT AND WERE ARE YOU GOING? FRANK STOPPED AND WITH A NERVOUS VOICE REPLIED, AG LILLY IT’S AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE WE ARE GOING TO MY STUDY, I NEED TO GIVE HIM SOME DOCUMENTS I WONT BE LONG.
AND BEFORE LILLY COULD SAY ANYTHING FRANK WAS OUT AND AFTER THE STRANGE MAN.
OUMA ANNE TOLD ME FOR SOME STRANGE REASON AS FRANK AND THE MAN LEFT THE BARN BOTH HER AND OUMA LILLY FORGOT THAT FRANK AND THE MAN HAD LEFT THE PARTY.AT AROUND 11 AS PEOPLE WANTED TO RETIRE FOR THE NIGHT POLLIE CAME UP TO LILLY AND ASKED IF SHE KNEW WHERE FRANK WAS.LILLY TOLD HER HE LEFT WITH A MAN ABOUT 2 HOURS AGO TO HIS STUDY.

LILLY AT THIS POINT FELT A CHILL DOWN HER BACK AND SHE KNEW SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAD HAPPENED TO HER BROTHER.
LILLY AND ANNE RAN OUT TO THE FARMHOUSE FOLLOWED BY POLLIE WHO KEPT ASKING WHATS WRONG.INSIDE THEY FOUND THE STUDY DOOR WAS LOCKED, LILLY BANGED ON THE DOOR CALLING FRANK REPEATEDLY, BUT ALL WAS SILENT BEHIND THE STUDY DOOR ANNE TRIED TOOK PEEK INTO THE KEYHOLE BUT THE KEY INSIDE BLOCKED THE VIEW, AND ANNE SAID SHE SMELLED THAT SAME SULFER ODOUR AGAIN THAT NIGHT SHE SMELLED 3 YEARS AGO.
TO CONCLUDE THIS TALE, OUPA JOHN AND A FRIEND HAD TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR, INSIDE THEY FOUND THAT THE STUDY WAS EMPTY.

OUMA ANNE TOLD ME, THE CHAIR BEHIND FRANKS DESK WAS TURNED OVER, THERE WAS A FEW DROPS OF BLOOD SPATTERD AGAINST THE WALL BEHIND THE DESK, FRANKS PIPE WAS BROKEN 2, AND THERE WAS A HUGE HOLE IN THE CEILING RIGHT THROUGH THE ROOF LOOKING UP YOU COULD SEE THE STARS. THE STRANGEST THING ABOUT THE HOLE IS THAT NO DEBRIS WAS VISIBLE ANYWARE, A NEAT HOLE BIG ENOUGH FOR 2 PEOPLE TO FIT THROUGH IT. OUMA ANNE SAID IT WAS AS IF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING HAD SIMPLY WAVED A WAND AND POOF THERE WAS A PERFECT HOLE.

WELL NEEDLESS TO SAY FRANK WAS GONE THE WHOLE HOUSE ALL THE BUILDINGS AND THE REST OF THE FARM WAS SEARCHED FROM TOP TO BOTTOM FRANK AND THE STRANGER HAD VANISHED THAT NIGHT. THE LOCAL POLICE MAN SGT.FRIK VANSTADEN CAME TO THE FARM THE NEXT DAY TO TAKE STATEMENTS AND INVESTIGATE THE SCENE, AND HE FLATLY REFUSED TO PUT ON PAPER WHAT EVERYONE TOLD HIM. HE LATER FILED A REPORT THAT FRANK WENT MISSING WHILE DRIVING TO TOWN BUT THE HOLE WAS NOT MENTIONED. AFTER 2 YEARS POLLIE AND OUMA LILLY HAD FRANK DECLARED DEAD AND A SMALL SERVICE WAS HELD FOR HIM ON THE FARM NOOITGEDAG WHERE POLLIE STAYED TILL HER DYING DAY. OUMA LILLY TOLD OUPA JOHN A FEW WEEKS LATER ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HER AND ANNE THAT NIGHT THE STRANGER CAME LOOKING FOR FRANK. OUPA THEN TOOK OUMA AND ANNE ASIDE AND ALL HE SAID WAS THIS.
I KNOW ABOUT FRANK AND HIS INVOLVEMENT WITH A MAN NAMED LOUIE VAN DEN BERG WHO HE IS WHERE HE CAME FROM I DON’T KNOW, WHAT I DO KNOW I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU BUT HEAR ME NOW I NEVER EVER WANT TO HEAR THE 2 OF YOU SPEAK ABOUT THIS AGAIN, FRANK SOLD HIS SOUL AND THE DEVIL CAME TO COLLECT, AND WITH THAT OUPA JOHN TURNED AND WALKED AWAY OUT OF THIS TALE.

WHEN OUMA ANNE TOLD ME THIS STORY IT WAS THE FIRST TIME IN 60 YEARS SHE SPOKE ABOUT THE STRANGER IN THE NIGHT.

STRANGER IN THE NIGHT. (PART 1)

2008-09-04T04:19:00.000-07:00

THE FOLLOWING WAS TOLD TO ME BY MY GRANDMOTHER. IT HAPPENED TO HER WHILE SHE WAS LIVING WITH HER MOTHER (MY GREAT GRAN). SHE WAS 16 THE NIGHT THE STRANGER CAME TO THEIR FARM “ROOIBULT” IN KEMPTON PARK WHEN IT WAS STILL FLUSHED WITH GREAT BIG FARMS AND THE TOWN IT SELF WAS BUT A SMEAR OF DIRT ON THE MAP.
NOW I DO NOT CARE WHAT PEOPLE WILL THINK. IF THIS STRANGE TAIL IS TRUE OR NOT, I BELIEVE IT TRUE, FOR STARTERS MY GRAN NEVER LIED IN HER LIFE AND SHE WAS A DOWN RIGHT SWEET GOOD NATURED WOMAN WITH HIGH CRISTIAN VALUES AND A DEEP RESPECT FOR GOD AND THE PEOPLE AROUND HER. SHE ALWAYS HAD SPACE FOR ANOTHER PERSON IN HER HEART. SHE CAME FROM A FAMILY OF 8 CHILDREN, 5 WAS MY GREAT GRANS OWN KIDS AND 3 WAS ADOPTED ALONG THE WAY. 1 OF THE ADOPTED 3, MY GREAT GRANDFATHER ACTUALLY FOUND ABANDONNED ON A TRAIN HEADING FOR PRIESKA.

MY GRANS DAD OUPA JOHN WAS AWAY FROM ROOIBULT FOR A FEW DAYS TO SEE HIS BROTHER FRANK IN VEREENIGING. SO TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT MY GRAN WAS CALLED ANNE AND MY GREAT GRAN WAS CALLED LILLY, AND HERE FOLLOWS THE TAIL OF THE STRANGE VISITOR.
LILLY HAD JUST FINISHED EVENING PRAIR AND ALL THE KIDS WAS SENT TO BED FOR THE EVENIG. IY WAS ABOUT 8:00 IN THE EVENING WHEN ANNE HEARD A CLEAR LOUD KNOCK ON THE FRONT DOOR OF THE FARM HOUSE. SINCE SHE WAS THE ELDEST OF THE CHILDREN SHE GOT UP TO SEE WHO IT WAS SO LATE AT NIGHT.
SHE MET HER MOTHER LILLY IN THE HALL ALSO ON HER WAY TO THE LIVING ROOM. MA, ANNE SAID WHO KNOCKS AT THIS OUR DOOR SO LATE AT NIGHT? I DON’T KNOW MY GIRL BUT LETS GO SEE MAYBE IT IS SOMEONE IN NEED OF HELP. WHO IS THERE LILLY ASKED AT THE CLOSED DOOR? I AM A FRIEND OF PETRUS JOUBERT MADAM, THE VOICE DEEP AND HUSKED REPLIED FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
PETRUS JOUBERT WAS LILLY’S OLDEST BROTHER WHO STAYED ON ROOIBULT BUT HE WAS AWAY IN PRETORIA TO MEET HIS BUSINESS PARTNER FOR THE DEED OF SALE ON A PIECE OF LAND IN THE CHLOORKOP AREA OUTSIDE KEMPTON PARK.
LILLY OPEND THE DOOR AND WAS GREETED BY THE STRANGE MAN. HIS ATIRE CONSISTED OF A BLACK PINSTRIPE SUIT, A WHITE SHIRT AND BLACK TIE, BLACK SHINY SHOES AND A BLACK BATTISBEE HAT. HE WAS CLEAN SHAVED AND HAD DEEP BLUE EYES. ANNE INSTANTLY DID NOT LIKE THE MAN WHO SHOOK LILLYS HAND INTRODUCED HIMSELF AS LOUIE VAN DEN BERG.
LILLY RECALLED PETRUS SAYING LOUIES NAME TO HER WHEN SHE ASKED PETRUS ABOUT THE PIECE OF LAND HE WANTED TO BUY. SO LILLY TOLD HIM THAT PETRUS WAS AWAY IN PRETORIA AND WOULD ONLY BE BACK IN 3 OR 4 DAYS TIME. INSTEAD OF DISAPOINTED THE STRANGER APPEARD TO SUPRESS ANGER AND ANNE COULD SWEAR FOR A FEW SECONDS HIS BLUE EYES TURNED PITCH BLACK. SINCE LILLY KNEW THERE WAS NO PLACE OF LODGE IN TOWN SHE OFFERD THE STRANGER A SPARE ROOM FOR THE NIGHT AND HE KINDLY ACCEPTED. LILLY ASKED HIM IF HE WOULD LIKE SOMETHING TO EAT AND DRINK AND THE STRANGER DECLINED LILLYS OFFER. SO LILLY SHOWED HIM TO THE GUEST BEDROOM AND RETIRED TO HER OWN BED AFTER 15 MINUTES ANNE HEARD HER MOTHER WHISPER HER NAME. ANNE MY GIRL COME TO THE KITCHEN WITH MAMMA. SILENTLY SHE FOLLOWED LILLY AND IN THE KITCHEN LILLY SAID TO ANNE, I DON’T WANT TO SCARE YOU BUT I DON’T LIKE OR TRUST THAT MAN WE MUST STAY AWAKE TONIGHT AND KEEP AND EYE ON HIM. ANNE CONFIRMED THE SAME FEARS TO LILLY AND SO THEY SAT UP THAT NIGHT WATCHING THE SPARE ROOMS DOOR.

AT BOUT 12 THAT NIGHT LILLY AND ANNE SAW LIGHT COMING FROM BENEATH THE BEDROOM DOOR AND SINCE THEY USED CANDELS LILLY STATRTED TO WORRY THAT MAYBE THE STRANGER FELL ASLEEP WITH CANDLE STILL BURNING. SO LILLY AND ANNE SNEAKED UP TO THE DOOR AND LILLY PEERD THROUGH THE KEY HOLE. AFTER A FEW SECONDS SHE BECOND TO ANNE TO LOOK AND THIS IS WHAT SHE SAW.

THE STRANGER WAS SITTING ON THE BED HIS HANDS RESTING ON HIS KNEES. IN THE DIM CANDLE LIGHT ANNE LATER TOLD ME THE MAN WAS STARRING STRAIGHT INFRONT OF HIM AT THE WALL NOT BATTING AN EYELID AFTER A WHILE HE SLOWLY TURNED HIS HEAD TOWARDS THE DOOR SMILED AND WINKED AS IF HE KNEW HE WAS BEING WATCHED. THEN THERE WAS A SLIGHT SIMMER OF LIGHT THE CANDLE FLICKERD ALMOST OUT AND WHEN THE FLAME STRUGGLED BACK TO LIFE THE STRANGER WAS GONE. MA HIS GONE POOF JUST LIKE THAT ANNE SAID IN A SHAKY VOICE. STAY HERE MY GIRL I AM GETTING DADDYS GUN ANNE REPLIED AND RAN TO HER BEDROOM AND HERE LILLY LOADED JOHNS SINGLE BARREL SHOTGUN AND STRODE DETERMENTLY BACK TO THE GUEST ROOM.
SHE TOLD ANNE TO OPEN THE DOOR AND STAND ASIDE, SO DONE LILLY STRODE INTO THE ROOM POINTING THE SHOTGUN FROM HER HIP.
BUT THE MAN WAS GONE THEY CHECKED UNDER THE BED IN THE CLOSET AND ALSO THE WINDOWS WAS SECURED SHUTT THE MAN HAD JUST VANISHED INTO THIN AIR.
LILLY ORDERD ANNE NEVER TO SAY A WORD ABOUT THAT NIGHT AND ANNE REMEBERD A STRONG SULFER SMELL IN THE ROOM. BUT THEIR PACT OF SILENCE WAS SHATTERD 3 YEARS LATER WHEN THE STRANGER APPEARED UNINVITED AT PETRUS JOUBERT'S WEDDING DAY ON HIS FARM NOOITGEDAG WHICH HE HAD PURCHASED A FEW YEARS BACK.

BUT THAT IS PART OF A WHOLE DIFFERENT TALE I SHALL WRITE ABOUT LATER IN A FOLLOW UP TO THIS STORY.

BALLADE VAN DIE RYLOPER.

2008-09-03T05:38:00.000-07:00

ALLEN OP DIE PAD,
SWERWER, ENKELING,
KARRE RY NET VERBY,
EN EK WONDER HOEKOM
NIEMAND MY WIL OP LAAI NIE...

AMAZING BODY ART.

2008-09-02T23:47:00.000-07:00

TOE EK NOG N KINDERS WAS.

2008-09-02T00:37:00.000-07:00

KINDERS MOET GEHOOR EN NIE GESIEN WORD NIE. WIE ONTHOU AS DAAR KUIER GASTE GEKOM HET EN DAAR WAS VIR JOU GESE JY KOM SIT NIE EN TEL DIE GROOT MENS SE TANDE NIE. JY MOES LEER GRAS SNY EN RANTE TRIM IN DIE TUIN, EN TOE EK N KIND WAS WAS DAAR NIE SO DING SOOS N WEED-EATER NIE. NEE WAT PAPPA DIE RANTE WAS AFGESPIT MET N GRAAF EN GESNY MET N SKAAPSKER.
MY PA HET SO OU VICTA TWO STROKE GRASSNYER GEHAD DIE TIPE WAAR AS JY TE VEEL OLIE SAAM MET DIE PETROL GEMENG HET DAN HET N BOL BLOU ROOK JOU DIE ERF VOL GEVOLG SOOS JY SNY.
SONDAE MIDDAE MOES JY SIT EN PA EN OUBOET SE SKOENE POLITOER VIR MAANDAG SE WERK EN SKOOL. ELKE OGGEND MOES JOU BED OP GEMAAK WEES EN JOU KAMER AAN DIE KANT. EN BEHOED JOU SIEL AS JOU KLEREKAS SOOS N VARKHOK GELYK HET.
MAAR KLOKSLAG ELKE 2DE SATERDAG VAN DIE MAAND WAS MY AF DAG EN PA EN MA HET MY ELK R5.00 IN DIE HAND GESTOP EN MY BEDANK VIR MY GOEIE HULP IN EN OM DIE HUIS. DAN HET EK EN MY NEEF DIE STRAATE IN GEVAAR AS RYK MENSE MET DIE WERELD AAN ONS VOETE.
EK ONTHOU EENDAG EN DIT IS DIE EEN INSIDENT AS KIND WAT IN MY KOP BLY VASSTEEK HET DEUR DIE JARE HEEN. EK WAS BESIG OM LEGGO TE BOU IN MY KAMER TOE MY MA MY GEROEP HET OM DIE VULLIS EMMER TE GAAN LEEG MAAK IN DIE KOMBUIS. EK WAS SO 13 OF 14 JAAR OUD EN SONDER OM TE DINK SKREEU EK EWE AROGANT TERUG VIR MY MA“ MAN EK KAN NIE NOU NIE EK IS BESIG!“

NOU LAAT EK NET DIT SE MY PA HET MY NET 2KEER IN MY LEWE N PAKSLAE GEGEE, EENKEER TOE EK DIE BUURMAN SE RUIT UIT GEGOOI HET NADAT EK EN BUURMAN SE SEUN GEWAARSKU WAS OM OP TE HOU MET ONS APOKOLIPTIESE KLONT GEVEG HEEN EN WEER OOR DIE HEINING. EN DIE 2DE KEER WAS DAAI DAG TOE EK MY MA SO AROGANT GEANTWOORD HET.
EK HET GEDINK EK LEGGO NOG TOE TRAP MY VOETE LUG SOOS MY PA MY SOMER SO AAN DIE NEK OPTEL EN MY GAT ROOIWARM LOOI MET DIE PLATHAND. NA WAT SOOS N EWIGHEID GEVOEL HET HY BY MY KOM SIT MET SY ARM OM MY SKOUER EN IN N SAGTE STEM VIR MY GESE, “MY SEUN PA IS BAIE LIEF VIR JOU MAAR JY SAL NOOIT OOIT WEER SO LELIK MET MAMMA OF ENIGE ANDER VROU PRAAT NIE, HET JY AL OOIT GEHOOR PAPPA PRAAT SO MET MAMMA?”
EK WEET NIE WAT WAS ERGER NIE DIE PAKSLAE OF DIE WOORDE VAN MY PA? MAAR NOOIT WEER HET EK SO MET MY MA GEPRAAT NIE. SELFS DEUR MY REBELSE FASES HET MY PA SE WOORDE IN MY KOP GEBLY.
EK WIL NET SE DANKIE PA DIT HET VAN MY BETER MENS GEMAAK.

NOU SO 2 WEKE GELEDE GAAN KUIER EK BY N VRIEND VAN MY EN SY VROU. EK WORD VRIENDELIK INGENOOI IN DIE „TV“ KAMER EN KOFFIE WORD BEDIEN. SY 2 SEUNS 1 IS 12 DIE ANDER IS 10 SIT KRUISBEEN VASGENAAL VOOR DIE „TV“ MET N PLAY STATION GAME. BUITE IN MY VRIEND SE ERF WAS N OU SWART MAN BESIG OM DIE GRAS TE SNY. IN DIE 2 URE WAT EK DAAR GEKUIER HET WAS EK GELUKKIG AS EK MEER AS 2 WOORDE UIT MY PEL SE MOND GEHOOR HET. HY WAS TE BESIG OM PLAY STATION SAAM MET SY 2 SEUNS TE SPEEL. AL 2 SY SEUNS IS STEWIGE VET POTJIE ROLLE EN MA HET SOMER DIE VORIGE AAND SE LEFT OVER „KFC“ WARM GEMAAK VIR LUNCH. SY VROU HET GEMERK EK IS ONGEMAKLIK EN HET MAAR TOE N GESPREK MET MY GEVOER OOR HAAR SCRAP BOOKING BESIGHEID EN DIE MISLIKE SKINDERBEK BITCH BY DIE HAARSALON. TUSSEN DIT DEUR HET MY VRIEND HARD VOOR SY SEUNS GELAG EN GESE “JA DAAI VOKEN TEEF IS GIF HOOR.“
LUIDKEELS GIL SY OUDSTE SEUN AG VOK TOE HY VERLOOR OP SY GAME EN MY VRIEND LAG EN SE KOM GEE PA N TRY. JENNY SO SPREEK DIE KINDERS MY VRIEND SE VROU AAN,“ GAAN GOOI VIR MY COKE IN,“ SE DIE JONGSTE TERWYL HY OOPBEK SIT EN STAAR NA DIE SKERM. EN GEDWEE GAAN DOEN SY SOOS HY BEVEEL EN TOE SY DIT BRING SE DIE ANDER SEUN „EK SOEK OOK N GLAS.“
WEL DIT WAS MY LAASTE KUIER BY MY VRIEND SE HUIS VIR N BAIE LANG TYD. EN SOOS EK WEGRY TERUG NA MY HUIS TOE DINK EK AAN MY KINDERDAE EN ONTHOU EK MY PA SE WOORDE…. EN IN MY TRU SPIEEL SIEN EK DIE OU TUIN WERKER BESIG OM DIE SYPAAIDJIE RANTE TE TRIM MET MY VRIEND SE WEE-EATER.

NIE WEER NIE.

2008-09-01T03:10:00.000-07:00

SHINE.

2008-09-01T01:21:00.000-07:00

"We'll always be together. Forever"
"Sweet dreams."

Mirror, Mirror
This is the place
Where love is broken down
I'm barely free
As I want you now
Misery - seems so cold out
Misery - am I dead now

Shine - enlighten me - shine
Shine - awaken me - shine
Shine - for all your suffering - shine
Shine - she's mine

My face now pressed against the glass
The winter here it seems to last
Mirror, what they see
Misery in me

Shine - enlighten me - shine
Shine - awaken me - shine
Shine - for all your suffering - shine
Shine

Malachi

"Shine like a mirror reflecting, like the sun shines -- something that comes from above, when all that remains falls below."

Bow before Hecate
Man of fortune
Man of shame
She's gonna reach for
The hearts of all of you
And I know her eyes are true

In a fatal world,
They're afraid of what she brings
In an unknown world
There are fears of nothing

And I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid

I will bring her down
Lord I'm barely human
I could raise her now
But I can't bear to lose her

I'm not afraid

I'm freezing, I'm waiting
All winter, her season
Asleep now I wait here
Awaken
I can't let go

The winter - the winter - the winter
She's here again
Is this the end
Here there's nothing left
Laid to rest now
Can't look away
I keep holding her
Winter without me seems so beautiful

Be not afraid of the ways she brings
No, I'm not afraid of the way she shines

ARTIST CARL MACOY FROM THE ALBUM ZOON UNDER THE NEPHILIM BAND .

NYMPHETAMINE.

2008-08-29T04:25:00.000-07:00

Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V'' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again?

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

ARTISTS:CRADLE OF FILTH.

JULLE VERSTAAN NIE HOE STOUT HULLE IS NIE.

2008-08-29T04:13:00.000-07:00

THANK YOU MR. EASTWOOD

2008-08-29T04:12:00.000-07:00

IMPRESSIVE.

2008-08-28T02:12:00.000-07:00

THE RESTLESS SOUL.

2008-08-27T06:40:00.000-07:00

2008-08-22T01:13:00.001-07:00

And i miss you too.....

CSI MIAMI.

2008-08-22T00:59:00.000-07:00

WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF SOUTH AFRICA IS ATTACKED in a 9/11 style attack?

2008-08-21T05:37:00.000-07:00

WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF SOUTH AFRICA IS ATTACKED in a 9/11 style attack?
Well.... if that happens, there can be no comparison whatsoever.
That's because in S.A we are much better prepared for these kinds of attacks.
No. 1. We do not construct exaggerated elevated high-rise buildings these days;squatter camps and duplexes are the order of the day.
No 2. We ALL get stuck in traffic in the morning, so at 8.45am the buildingswould still be empty.
No. 3. Our prestigious fire fighters and police officers will do their utmostnot to get to the spot in time, and will arrive loud and clear just aftereverything is over, so there will be no casualties amongst them.
No. 4. Johannesburg International Airport would surely have fouled up theterrorist's plans by delaying the planes.
No. 5. A South African would never let a terrorist hijack a plane. He would tellhim "Jou ma se p..", beat him up, rob him and the word would spread about howbad he got it, quicker than a CNN/BBC broadcast. (later, he will also be usedfor police dog training).
No. 6. A South African would not have used his cell phone to call home (NOWAYS); more efficiently he will rather send a "Please call me". A cell phone isused to defend oneself. A REAL South African would have hit the terrorist overthe head with it...then steal his terrorist weapons and sell it for dagga money.
AND FINALLY:
If a terrorist ever lived in South Africa for one year and one year only, hewould have been robbed and molested so many times that he would have given upand gone back home a long time ago...then get shot in the taxi, get robbed ofhis passport and credit cards, attempt to flee the gunfire, and get arrested bythe cops later for vagrancy.
You see in South Africa, we are well prepared.
We are proudly South African!

ONE DAY IN IRELAND.

2008-08-20T23:41:00.000-07:00

THIS ONE IS FOR DARK RAVEN.

EN NOU TYD VIR N GRAPPIE.

2008-08-20T03:16:00.000-07:00

An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return,her Father cussed her.'Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not evena line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer oldMother thru?'
The girl, crying, replied, 'Sniff, sniff....Dad....I became aprostitute...'
'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgraceto this Catholic family.'
'OK, Dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious furcoat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savingscertificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye Daddy,the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parkedoutside plus a membership to the country club.........................(takes a breath)............. and an invitation for ye all to spend NewYears Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera and... ...'
'Now what was it ye said ye had become?' says Dad.
Girl, crying again, 'Sniff, sniff.....a prostitute Daddy! Sniff, sniff.'
'Glory! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said aProtestant.Come here and give yer old Dad a hug.'

BEWARE THE MUSIC.

2008-08-20T02:03:00.000-07:00

Toe ek in 1987 in standerd 6 of 7 was, het ons ook na Heavy Metal musiek geluister.
Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Guns & Roses, Wasp net om n paar te noem. Ten minste 1 keer elke 2 jaar het oom Rodney Seal n draai kom maak en dan vir 2 ure lank gepreek oor die dieper verskuilde euwels wat agter die Metal lirieke skuil.
Dan was ons projector skyfies gewys van die groepe se posters veral Iron Maiden het erg hier deur geloop weens hul posters wat altyd hul mascot Eddie vertoon het. Dan het hy vir ons langspeel plate agter uit gespeel met sataniese boodskappe in. Ek onthou veral een van Pink Floyed se lp’s waar as jy dit “backward mask” dan hoor jy hoe se die sanger take dots and get high just before you die, ag en ander goed soos kill kill kill.

Wel ek het daai middag 2 naalde op my Hi-Fi op gevok soos ek die versteekte lirieke probeer hoor het.
En tot vandag al wat ek kon hoor was “hummm blush inmp daasgoret”, maar not n vok versteekte lirieke nie.

Toe in standerd 8 tref die Goth era ons en raai wat, al wat n leerling begin skielik swart dra en luister na Sisters of Mercy, Fields of the Nephilim, Alien sex fiend en hordes ander groepe uit europa wat die Suid Afrikaanse jeug soos n kak storm getref het.

Swart stove pipe jeans swart t-hemde en dock martin skoene was die mode saam met silwer kruise en skedels as versiering van ons het soos kersbome op acid gelyk.
Moolhas in Jozi het miljoene gemaak uit die docks wat hy aan ons gesmous het, van 8up to 12up dock martin boots en pryse was tussen R899.00 tot R2500.00.

Naweke was n helse ding want van ons het die Metal en Goth gemeng met docks en Metal hemde. Ons het skelm by plekke soos The Doors, Alcatraz, Alice-D en Le Club in gekom en geparty tot in die vroeg oggend ure. 8uur op n sondag oggend as jy in jou swart gewaad huis toe sluip staar kerk gangers jou aan asof jy deur die hel uit gespoeg was. Dit was lekker jare sorgloos en vry. En ja daar was fights elke dan en wan en twis tusen vriende.Maar nooit het 1 van ons die gedrag geopenbaar wat in Krugersdorp plaas gevind het nie. Ons het nie met Samurai swaarde en jou favorite band se klere aan vriende en mede leerlinge se kele afgesny en die skuld op satanisme gepak nie. En my punt is don’t blame the fucking music for what that child did „cause that is what he is, a child“. So wie blameer jy die duiwel en sy demone, groepsdruk, of dalk die gebrek aan reels en regulasies of gebrek aan lyfstraf in skole. Wel ek dink die vraag moet in die ouer huise geuiter word waar die kind se vormings fondasie le. Ek pak nie die skuld op die ouers nie want ek ken n paar wonderlike ouers met kinders wat so ongoddelik optree dat jy soms die urge kry om hulle met n bliksemse swaard by te kom.

Maar daar sien ek dan myself op 17, n regte rebel.
Ons het Metal en Goth geluister want dit het jou ouers af gepis, dit het die onderwysers af gepis, en die Dominie van wat ook al kerk jy in was ten minste 5 strokes n week gegee. En waarom almal afpis, wel jy was n culture shock, almal het vir jou gekyk en jy het hope aandag ontvang met jou rebelse gedrag. En jy was deel van die anti-establishment the odd one out. Fok die feit dat jy 100 maats het wat presies dieselfde aantrek, jy was gesien as anders en ons as jeug het geblom op die aandag van groter gesag soos die skool en jou ouers.Dit breek my hart dat daai aandag verskyf het na moord en doodslag, en ek sal self nie n defnetiewe antwoord kan gee oor hoekom daai seun so jong lewe geneem het nie meskien was hy n satanis soos Charles Manson, of dalk was hy demonies besete of selfs net plain vokken MAL.

Maar om n Metal band Slipknot in die geval te blameer maak vir my geen sin nie. As lesers antwoorde kan gee wees welkom want ek dink nie net in ons land nie maar reg oor die wereld is daar iets groot fout met van die mense op aarde.

RULES OF THE ROAD.

2008-08-20T00:34:00.000-07:00

Traffic Question

Most men will get this right!

Q: You are driving along a narrow two lane road with a NO PASSING FOR 2 MILES sign posted, and you come upon a bicycle rider. Do you:

(a) Follow this slow-moving bicycle rider for the next 2 miles, or

(b) Do you break the law and pass?

Which is the correct choice?

A: Why take unnecessary risks and get a ticket?

BEWARE THE TAZER!!!

2008-08-20T00:21:00.000-07:00

Not too long ago, I saw something at the gun shop that sparked my interest.
The occasion was our 10th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety. Needless to say, this was way too cool. Cut a long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the thing and pushed the button. fokall! I was so disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get a blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to my wife what that burn spot is on the face of her LG convection oven.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right? Yah. There I sat in my recliner, my cat looking on intently, the trusting little soul, while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Kitty for a fraction of a second, but thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat and, as most of you already know, hell hath no fury like a cat pissed off. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and my Blue Bulls supporter jersey, with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries thinking to myself "no flippin' way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. I'm sitting there alone, the cat looking on with her head tilted to one side as if to say, "don't do it, you stupid man," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thingy couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER OF @@@!!!!, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION, CRAP ON A STICK, @&$ ME GEORGE!!!!! I'm pretty sure THE CHEETAHS TEAM ran in through the side door, picked me up, body slammed me on the carpet over and over and over again and then slammed the recliner over my head as a just for fun.
I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet smelling like piss, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and pins and needles in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, do it again you stupid dwis!"

Please take this from the voice of experience - there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself!!!!. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! Three second burst would be considered conservative. A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent and forlorn reading glasses were hanging miserably on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and judging by how my jaw hung listlessly, my bottom lip must have weighed 50 kiloS

By the way, at this point my testicles, feeling like they withdrew into my body somewhere around my ribcage, are still waiting for the all clear signal to emerge from the bomb shelter. Now I know how Tom Hanks' character felt when he had to go search for Private Ryan. I felt like I should offer a significant reward for their safe return. Even now, I experience shrinkage when I plug anything into the socket.
So if you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a tazer to test it, take my advice!
Repeat after me...here, kitty kitty ....

MET BETREKKING TO "FOK"

2008-08-15T05:00:00.000-07:00

Aan almal wat in verre, vreemde lande sit en smag na Afrikaans, en vir almal by die "huis" Geniet dit! die pennevrug van prof. Johan Combrinck, voormalige Voorsitter van die Taalkommissie van die S.A. Akademie vir Wetenskap en Kuns:

DIE UNIEKE AFRIKAANSE "FOK"
Een van die interessantste, kleurvolste woorde in Afrikaans, is die leenwoord fok en sy familie. Dis 'n towerwoord wat, bloot deur sy klank, vreugde of pyn, liefde of haat, ontdekking of frustrasie kan weergee. Fok is een van die min woorde wat die funksie van byna alle woordsoorte kan vervul. Dit word as oorganklike werkwoord gebruik (Fok die hele spul), en as onoorganklike werkwoord (Ag fok), as bevel (Fok dit!), in die bedrywende vorm (Dit het my gefok), sowel as die lydende vorm (Nou is jy heeltemal gefok), as die hoofelement in 'n hele reeks skeibare werkwoorde (aanfok,opfok, uitfok, toefok, voortfok, byfok, agteroorfok, agternafok), ens of as stam van 'n werkwoord (Nou het jy die hele ding befok). As abstrakte selfstandige naamwoord (Ek gee nie 'n fok om nie), of as persoonsnaam (Het jy gesien wat die fokker probeer doen?), as nabepaling by 'n vraagwoord (Hoe de fok, wie de fok, hoekom de fok, wanneer de fok,ens.), as byvoeglike naamwoord (Waar moet ek die fokken tyd vandaankry?), as bywoord (Dis nou 'n fokken mooi grap), en as uitroep (O fok!). Selfs ook as invoegsel (Onge-fokken-looflik). Dit kan ook in homself ingevoeg word (Nou is jy be-fokken-fok). Hierdie Afrikaanse woord kan gebruik word om wyd uiteenlopende situasies te beskryf: Verrassing: Hoe de fok gaan dit met jou? Bedrog: Die motorhawe het my befok. Ontsteltenis: Ag fokkit! Moeilikheid: Nou is ek in my moer in gefok. Aggressie: Fok jou! Meer Aggressie: Ek gaan jou opfok! Moedeloosheid: Hoe de fok moet ek dit regkry? Walging: Fok my! Plesier: Fok my nog! Wanbegrip: Ek fokken verstaan nie. Inkompetensie: Hy fok alles op. Gesag: Wat de fok dink jy doen jy? Verdwaal: Nou weet ek not 'n fok waar ek is nie. Oortuiging: Onge-fokken-twyfeld. Dit kan horlosietyd beskryf (Presies half-fokken-vyf), of omstandighede (Hoe het ek in hierdie fokken job beland?), of persone (Jan Fokken Smuts), of dinge (Kyk hoe lyk jou fokken skoene!), of plekke (Tot in fokken Durban ), of dit kan die siel van 'n uitnodiging wees wat van hartlikheid drup (Fok u!). Fok is in Afrikaans onge-fokken-ewenaard!

THE POWER OF PEOPLES LOVE.

2008-08-15T03:55:00.000-07:00

This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way of knowing who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office at the Post Office.

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith , ' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love, God

DIE ENGELSEBOER.

2008-08-12T03:38:00.000-07:00

This Radio Talk Show was about the reasons why Malcolm Wren - EngelseBoer walked 158 miles across England to raise awareness about the plight of the Boers. Not all of this was spoken, but this was the sketch Malcolm worked from when he chatted to Radio Pretoria. So here it is in its entirety.
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Eerstens wil ek vir al die luisteraars wat my aangemoedig en steun verleen het bedank; elke brief , elke gebed, is hoog op prys gestel. Ook wil ek aan die wat die staptog promotiveer het dankie sê, veral Dr. Philip du Toit, maar ook die ander; Adriana Stuit van Censorbugbear en Keith Knott, van Crimebusters of SAs – asook Boer van Realitietnuus, en ook die TLU. Daar is dan ook Marietjie Louw van Die Beeld en Kobus vd Walt van Raport en News24. Ook wil ek Ds. Gideon Grobelaar en Die Verkennersbeweging bedank vir die enorme eer wat hulle my toegestaan het, en ook u die luisteraars, veral Peet Wessels, vir sy gedig “Wreed Die Wroeging” – wat die situasie in SA, en die staptog so goed saamsmelt en uitwys. Ek voel nie daartoe eerwardig nie; en my woorde kan nooit die dank aantoon wat hart ken nie.
Ek is 'n engels-speekende Suid-Afrikaner, kind van ‘n wonderlikke Boeretannie. In SA is meeste van my vriende (en die waarvoor ek die liefste is) Afrikaans. Selfs daar was ek Engelse Boer genoem, en hier noem ek myself EngelseBoer. Ek het 'n Engelse meisie getrou, en na tien jaar se geweier, tog naderhand Engeland toe getrek, dit vyf jaar gelede. Dus, tans vind ek my in Engeland, maar al het ek SA vir 'n tyd verlaat - het ek julle nie "gedrop" nie, soos baie/alle emigrante van uit SA beskuldig word. Ek is wel hier, en hier het ek vir julle nog meer lief geword as toe ek daar was... Daar het ek maar net soos ander met my eie lewe aangegaan, Hier sien ek julle worsting meer raak deur die internet, juis omdat ek daar uit is en omdat ek huistoe verlang - en dus soek en kyk ek, en sien ek veel meer raak, soos deur 'n mikroskoop.... Daar kan ek niks uitrig nie... Hier kan ek darem 'n klein stemmetjie vir julle word. Ek is bereid om my lewe vir julle op te offer... al is ek bang daarvoor. Julle is deur propaganda die wereld oor belieg en misverstaan, ek ken julle beter; ek is lief vir julle – Julle is my anngenome volk en ek treur diep vir julle - jul hartstog en smart, die onregverdigeid teenoor julle die propaganda - die aanvalle - die verminking - verkragting en moord. Selfs Mandela het van julle gesê; “Die Boere is goeie mense, misgelei deur hul regering; Nou wil ek die vraag dan vra; Hoekom moet die Boervolk die doodstraf kry, oor die gulsigheid van politisie eue gelede, die voute van hul regering dekades gelede, en die laksheid en veronagting van die regering van vandag? Die persoon wat ek is, is nie ‘n aktiwis nie; Ek sal eerder dat ander mense dinge doen, tog, in die afwesigheid van sulkes, pak ek dan maar dinge aan, soos nou. Met als wat ek deur die internet waargeneem het, raakgesien het, het ek saam met u getreur en gerou. Toe sien ‘n berig wat sê; “Terwyl volksmoord in SA plaasvind, bly die wereld koddig stil”. Ek kan nie langer ydel bystaan en toekyk wat onder u gebeur nie. Dit is my mening dat die wereld stillbly omdat hulle onwetend is, en hulle is onwetend omdat ons nie genoeg doen om hulle wys te maak nie. Ek wil nie langer aan daardie skuld skudig staan nie. Daarom het ek met ‘n positiewe uitsig gevra “wat kan een man doen?” my antwoord, “een man kan stap en hopenlik so die pers aanlok” Dus het ek gestap.Vir my is dit nie held-dadig nie, en al wat ek vewag het, was ‘n bietjie steun en ‘n paar dankies…Maar mense soos Ds Grobbelaar en Peet Wessels, asook ander luisteraars, het my veel meer eer gegee as dit… meer as wat my toekom. My wonderlikke Boere-Moeder het my met die volgende woorde grootgemaak, en in die vele tye van self-minagting, met hulle gesus… “Wees maar die minste my kind” Dit is ‘n les wat ek dalk TE goed geleer het; Ek is ‘n nederigge persoon, en weet nie mooi hoe om u eer aan my te verwerk nie…Die woord “dankie” is te klein om my opregte dankbaarheid aantedui, ook kan ek nie beskyf hoe my hartjie voel nie… Ek is gin "Emily Hobhouse" nie ------ ek is gin held ------Al wat ek is, is een met 'n diepe roering vir julle..en dus sal ek praat - uitwys – bekendstel ----- al vat dit my laste asem. Ek is 22 jaar getruod; My vrou ken my, en ken my hart, sy tjank elke keer wat ek dit sê - want sy weet ek bedoel dit met erens. Ek is U dienaar - Malcolm Wren - Die Verboerde - EngelseBoer
Ek vededig julle baie maal, u taal, u herkoms, u reg om u’self “Boer” te noem; Ek moes weer onlangs so maak teen ‘n vrou wat op die internet gesê het dat ons nie die term “Boer” moet gebruik nie; dit is ‘n “verbrokkelende term”… My antwoord daarop was… Dit maak aan my nie saak hoe verbrokkelend die term ookal mag wees, Diè Volk was minstens drie keer in die geskiedenis so erken deur die Britse Koningryk, en word nou steed so erken deur die Vereenigde Nasies wat aangedui is deur die liggaam wat hul gestig het, “Geonocide Watch”. As ons die term Boer (die volk) verwyder, is dit ‘n groot veronagsaaming van die volk wat verkies om hulself so bekend te maak – dit is hul identiteit, en ek weier om hulle dit te ontsê. Die ANC sal graag elke sweem van hierdie volk verdelg, soos tesiene is deur hul aanslag op hul taal, kultuur, en herkoms, asook in hul totale verontagting van die volksmoord waana die Boere staar. Om die term Boer te gebruik in verband met die plaas aanvalle ontken geensins die aanvalle op ander etniese-Europeërs, nog die op ander volkere en mense in SA. Die linte wat ek in Engeland geplaas het, en die 1500 kruise wat in SA geplant is, was vir ALLE vermoorde siele in die plaas-aanvalle, maar die hoofdoel van my staptog was om die volsmoord op die Boerevolk uit te wys –dit neem niks van die stryd van alle volkere in SA weg nie. As iemand een hulpfonds ondersteun, bedoel dit nie dat hul die benodighede van ander hupfondse nie erken nie – al wat dit doen is wys die hulpvonds van hul keuse uit, die een wat naaste aan hul hart is, vir watter rede ookal. Ek is ‘n 8de geslag Suid-Afrikaner, hoofsaaklik van Engelse herkoms, maar ek sal geen deel aan die verwoesting van die Boere nie; in teendeel, ek is bereid om my lewe vir hulle te gee. Hulle, as ‘n volk, is die mees gasvry mense wat ek nog teëgekom het. Ja, hulle het hul voute, wie het nie? Hulle is beskuldig, misbruik, verdraai en misverstaan. In die verlede was daar vir die uitroeing van die Boere gevra, weens die gulsigheid en polietiese gesindhede van ‘n paar bose mans. Dit is nou hoe dit weer is. Tog is hulle goeie mense; In al hul vele oorloë, het die Boere hulself verdedig, nooit het hulle eerste aangeval nie. Hulle het Afrika inbeweeg met gewere, asook die Word van God, nie soos ander elders, wat net met gewere ‘n land inbeweeg het nie. Weens hul ingebore goedheid, het die swart volkere vermenigvuldig, nie soos in ander lande waar daar steeds redelikke klein hoeveelheide tans is van vroeëre groot getaale mense. Om die term “Boer” te ontken, ontken hulle identiteid, soos genoem, moet ons dan ook die terme, Zulu, Shangaan, Tswana… of ander ontken, en hul almal swartes noem? Ons wat Engels-spreekende Suid-Afrikaners is, het ons identited verloor; want ons hoort aan geen Volk; Ons Land is Suid-Afrika, waar vir alle mense van SA – maar elk het hul onderskeidende taal, kultuur en geskiedenis. Ons het nie; en dit is ons verlies. Vele mense praat ook Afrikaans in Suid-Afrika, maar weinig sal hulself Boer noem. Ek vereer hulle wat dit wel doen – Hulle het ‘n krag en vasbeslotenheid wat ons (Engels-spreekende SA’s) kortkom. Weereens, ek sal geen deel aan die verwoesting van hierdie volk, Die Boerevolk, se herkoms hê nie: So van herkoms gepraat, ek is trots op u herkoms. Ek het iets op die internet gevind, getiteld – “Who are the Boers”. Dit het ek tot Afrikaans vertaal, en het dit ook by-titels gegee…Dit stuur ek dan aan ander web-werwe waar paslik - graag wil ek dit aan u lees;
Teen die Vals Propaganda Een van die mees gloende getuienisse tot die karakter van die Boer en sy agtergrond, was deur Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, geskryf; skrywer van "The Great Boer War", en bekend gemaak deur sy "Sherlock Holmes" reeks. Doyle, wie met die Britse weermag vir ‘n goeie deel van die oorlog was, skryf in ‘n taamlik dramatise styl oor die onderwerp, maar sy aanhaling dien wel om die ander sy van die Boer se karakter, noggal welsprekend, te illumineer. In die geloof dat die oorlog binnekort klaar sal wees, het hy geskryf, “En dus het ons aan die einde van ‘n lang pad gekom, verby die stryd van die penne en die struweling van tonge, tot die arbitrasie van die Lee-Metford en die Mauser. Dit was jammerlik dat dit tot diè moes kom. Hierdie mense was so na ‘n stamverwant aan ons as enige ander ras wat nie ons eie is nie. Hulle was van die selfde Friesian wortelstok wat ons mense ook deël. In gewoontes, gemoed, geloof, respek vir die gereg, was hulle soos onsself. Braaf ook, was hulle, en gasvry, met die sportiewe instinkte wat so na aan die Anglo-Celtise ras is. Daar was nooit so volk ter wereld met meer kwaliteite wat ons mag admireer, en nie die minste van die, was hul liefde vir onafhanklikheid wat ons trotste spog is en wat ons ook in ander aanmoedig en ook onsself uitgeoefen het. Hulle was ‘n geselskap van Hollanders van die soort wat hulself teen al die mag van Spanje, destyds die grootste mag ter wereld, verdedig het. Hulle was gemeng met ‘n geslag van daairdie onversetlikke Franse Hugenote wat hul tuiste en rykdom prysgegee het en hul land vir ewig verlaat het. Die produk van diè kombinasie moet noodwendig een van die mees stoer, fors, onoorwinbare rasse ooit op aarde tesienne wees. Neem hierdie gedugde volk en lei hulle vir sewe geslagte op, in aanhoudende oorlöe teen toestande waaronder g’n swakkeling kan oorlewe nie, plaas hulle so dat hulle besonder kundigheid met wapens en ruiterkuns verwerf, gee hulle ‘n land wat uiters gepas tot die taktikke van die jagter en ruiter is. Ten einde, sit ‘n fyner stemming op hul militêre kwaliteite deur ‘n streng fatalistiese Ou Testament godsdiens en ‘n vurigge en verterende patriotisme. Meng al hierdie einskappe en al hierdie impulse in een indiwidu en jy kry die moderne Boer – Die mees besonder teenstander wie Keiserlikke Brittanje ooit teëgekom het…” In diè sentiment, was Doyle deur president Theodore Roosevelt aaneengevoeg, wie in sy boek “African Game Trails” – ‘n verslag van die Afrika swerwery van ‘n Amerikanse Jagter-Naturalis – geskryf het, “Die Boere het hulself bewys as te hard ‘n neut te kraak vir selfs Groot Brittanje met al haar mag. Vyf jaar na ‘n verwoestende oorlog is hulle weer in die oorwig. Hulle kan nie onderdruk word nie! Hulle is bestem om ‘n vermaande nasie te word want hulle besit die drie noodsaaklikke qualiteite vir die maak van ‘n vermaande nasie: ‘Hulle is goeie vaders, goeie vegters en goeie Christene’.” (bl. 19-21)Vertaal Deur EngelseBoer
Op sulke maniere staan ek die Boere en Afrikaners by. Ek het menigge vertaalings gedoen, wat begin het as ‘n manier op my Afrikaans in stand te hou, want hier verlep dit sleg. Ek het ander deur e-pos probeer help om Afrikaans te leer, en moes my eie vorm van foneties alfabet ontwerp, en ek het by verskei internet gesels groepe aangesluit. Dit is op die manier dat ek nuus uit SA ontvang, en so sien ek meer raak as baie mense in SA; want u is nie die waarheid gegun nie. Wel ek het hier, met die stap-tog, nie die verwensde pers gelok nie, maar ek het darem die woord uitgekry, en die suksesse wat ek wel behaal het is steeds alles goed. Ek dink een van die grootste verrigtinge is die eenheid wat ek onder julle sien vorm, en die 1500 kruise wat daar geplant is het die media daar gelok, en dus is die woord daar ook uit, die moord syfers en die feit dat Volksmoord wel daar aan die gang is, word aan julle wat die statistieke ontsê word, bekend gemaak, asook aan die wat in weiering leef. Nog ‘n by-produk van die stap, is dat ander ook nou van hulself vra – “wat kan ek doen” – en waneer dit met ‘n positiewe denk prosess gevra word, dan gebeur dinge, soos ook aangedui is deur die kruise; en dit is vir my veel meer waardevol. Dit is goed om te verneem dat ons meer proaktief beginne word. Toe Nelson Mandela nog in bewind was, het hy gesê dat ons nie erinstig omtrent ons ongesteldhede is nie, want ons betoog nie. Vir my beboel dit dan dat as ons nie protess maak nie, sal ons nie as ernstig aanskou word nie. Ons is nie ‘n nasie van protesteerders nie, maar ons het nodig om dit aan te leer. Vir my is daar geen betere aardse doel, as om vir die Boere te staan nie. Ek het die woord uitgekry, en dit versprei. Die linte is op, en sal vir maande lank steeds leesbaar wees. Die nuus van my stap-tog en die rede daaragter, word van een werf na die ander versprei; Een sulke werf argief hulle poste een maal ‘n week, op wat hul “ticker-tape” noem, en hul “ticker-tape” spog ‘n slan-syfer van 4 miljoen per maand. Dus, in die afwesigheid van die media, dra ander die fakkel. Daar word van my gevra – “wat volg die stap-tog”? Dit weet ek nog nie; maar ek is van een ding oortuig, daar is meer vonke nodig voor die ding goed vlam vat – soos Mnr. Miguel Mitras dit so goed uitgespreek het. EK het na die ontkenning van soms geskimp. Baie is steeds van die roosagtigge denke dat dinge sal verbeter. Vanselfspreekend het ek oor die jare beter insig tot SA gekry. Ek is dus verstom om die omslag van die ontkenning van mense, varal wanneer die mense Boere plaasboere is. Een boer het ‘n soort veld-skrywe op sy plaas gevind. Dit behels ‘n oppgevlekte dier wat op die plaas omheining gehang is. Naby die dier is stene gelê wat presies die hoeveelhied en ligging van die plaas struktiere aantoon. ‘n Pyl van gras is gevorm, en dui die plaashuis aan, asook die presiese rigting na waar dit geleë is.Die boer het geweir om sy vrou en twee klein dogters na veiligge herberg te stuur; want hy wil hul lewens nie uiteenspad nie. Dit maak nie vir my sin nie. Plaas aanvallers het dit duidelik gemaak dat hulle baie bereid is om lewens grusaam uiteen te skeur. Maar iets wat my nog meer treurig maak, is iets wat ek onlangs van bewus geword het, en dit is dat die oorlewende plaas-aanval slagoffers deur hul bure verstoot word. Die argument is dat hulle iets verkeerd moes gedoen het om die aanval te verdien. Diè argument, wat uit kweselary gebore is, is dat “God jou straf”. Hoe uiters treurig. Dit mag wel so wees dat God die Boere Nasie veroordeel, op die selwde wyse dat Hy Israel veroordeel in tye wanneer hulle as ‘n nasie hul rug op hom gedraai het; en dit is dalk iets om oor na te dink; maar dat die induvidiële slagoffer deur ons so veroordeel en geblaam word, is iets van ‘n heel ander aardt. Wat kon hulle gedoen het wat so erg is dat hulle die doods vonnis verdien – of die ander wreedhede.
In die vorm van veroordeling, wonder ek wat gesê sal word in die volgende geval. Dit is aan my deur Suid-Afrikanse sendelinge in Japan gestuur… Een van ons dierbarste vriende, ‘n jong Boer in sy dertig’s, Gerrit Steenkamp, was ‘n Miellie-boer naby Bothaville. Hy was ‘n wonderlikke christen wat jaarliks op sy plaas evangelie dienste gehou het vir die plaaswerkers van die hele wyk. Hy was 13de Augustus 1997 op die mees grusame manier vermoor. Die rede; omdat ‘n toordokter die teelballe van ‘n ryk, wit, ongehude man, wat nooit ‘n vrou geken het, benodig het om sy mooty te maak. Sy teelballe moes uitgehaal word terwyl hy nog lewe.Dink net aan die aakligheid van dit als, voor sy nek gebreek is deur hom op die ken met ‘n baksteen te slaan.
In Matteus 7:1 & 2 - Sê dit moenie beoordeel nie, dat jy ook nie beoordeel word nie want tot die mate dat jy veroordeel, sal jy ook veroordeel word. Toe Jesus op aarde was, het hy weinig veroordeel, en ek kan aan net twee keer dink. Een, waar hy ‘n sweep geneem het tot diè wat Sy Vaders-huis ‘n den van diewe gemaak het. Die ander keer verg taamlik beskouing, maar voor ek daarby uitkom, wil ek na ander antwoorde van Jesus beskou.Lukas 7: 36-50toe ‘n vrou van die stad, ‘n sondaar, verneem het dat Jesus by die tuiste van ‘n pharaseër aan tafel was, het sy ‘n albaster fles salf gebring sy het agter Jesus, by Sy foete gaan staan, en huilend het sy Jesus se voete met haar trane begin natmaak, en met haar hare afgedroog, en sy het Sy voete gesoen, en met die salf gesmeer. Toe sê die pharaseër aan homself, As diè Man ‘n Profeet was, sou hy geweet het watter soort vrou dit is wat aan hom raak, sy is ‘n sondaar. v47 – Jesus se toe vir Simon, haar sondes, al is hulle baie, is vergewe, want sy het baie liefde, maar hy wat min vergewe is, het min liefde toe sê Hy vir die vrou, “jou sondes is vergewe v50 - jou geloof het jou gered… gaan in vrede. In Johannes 8: 3-11 het die skrywers en Pharaseërs ‘n vrou wat op heder daad van egbreuk betrap was, na Jesus gebring hul vra toe van Hom wat hul met haar moet maak Jesus het geantwoord… laat die wat sonder sonde is, die eerste steen gooi Een vir een het hulle weggedraai tot Jesus en die vrou alleen staan. Jesus kyk to na die vrou en vra “waar is jou beskuldigers? Het selfs nie een jou veroordeel nie? Sy antwoord “niemand nie Here” waarop Jesus geantwoord het, “Ek veroordeel jou ook nie”
Matteus 23:13-33 Maar ellende aan jou, huigellars, skrywers pharaseërsjul sluit die hemelse koningryk vir ander; Omdat julle self nie in gaan nie, gee jul ook nie toegang aan die wat graag wil ingaan nie. Ellende aan jou, huigellars, skrywers pharaseërs, julle is soos witgewasde grafstene, mooi buite maar binne is doeie-mans bene en alle onsuiwerhede Buite lyk julle opreg, maar binne is julle vol skeinheiligheid en sonde v33 - jul slange, jul broeisel adders, hoe gaan julle die vonnis tot die hel ontsnap. My dierbare vriende, geliefde Volk, die punt wat ek wil maak is dat ‘n onversoenlikke houding veel erger is as sonde. Jesus het gesterf en die pryse van ons sondes betaal, en Hy kan hul vergewe, en doen dit inderdaad, maar so Allemagtig soos Hy is, is daar min wat hy met ‘n hart van steen kan doen. Die tyd het aangebreek om ons verskille opsy te plaas. Ons kan steeds ons indiwidualiteit behou. My diepste begeerte is dat u mekaar sal omhels, en jul verskille vir ‘n tyd aansy sit, saam sal trek, saam sal staan, en daaraan werk om u eie tuisland te verkry, u Volktaat. Daar is so veel in jul geskiedenis wat julle uitmekaar verskeur het, en is vandag steeds so… I admireer innig die wat hulself Boere noem. Die wat hul identiteit oor ‘n paar eue behou het; maar dit hoort nie ten koste van jul broeders wees nie, die wat hulself Afrikaners noem. Ek verstaan die geskiedenis daaragter, tog grief dit my. Vandag is Die Belofte van Sarel Cilliers by Bloodrevier deur julle almal onthou en herdenk, Boer en Afrikaner gelyk. Soos met christelikke kerke en denominasies, Elk het sy eie style van aanbidding, tog dien almal die selwde God. Party klap hande, ander nie, party dans voor die Here, ander frons daarop; en so kan ons ‘n lys maak. Tog, ten einde, is dit Jesus Christus, ons Saligmaker, wat almal saam bind. Hy pleid elke iddere een van ons se saak voor die troon van God, Sy Vader. In tye van groot nood, nasionalle ramp, kan ons saamkom vanuit verskeie denominasies, vir kollektiewe gebed, versoeking en aanbidding; Ons het al van tevore, en dit is weer benodig. Ons beskou tans van die mees afskuwwelikke tye nog in die geskiedenis van die Boerevolk.
Ek smeek julle, behou jul identiteit, jul politiese neigings, ens.. maar vind die gelyke grond wat julle saambind, staan op, en staan saam. Die God van Bloedrevier (jou Verlosser) sal terug kom wanneer die manne van Bloedrevier (die Sarel Cilliers) aan hulle God terugkeer. Iemand het onlangs vir my gesê dat Die here my gebruik om Sy liefde aan julle te toon; indien dit waar is, is dit ‘n onsaglikke verantwoordlikheid. Al wat ek weet, is dat ek wel ‘n baie groot, diepe liefde vir julle het, wat andersins nie sin maak nie.My lewe het ander paaie gevolg as die van my susters, en dus verstaan hulle nie my diepe emosies vir die Boere nie; die hoekoms en waaroms… Van hulle verstaan ek ook nie mooi nie, wat my tot die beslissing bring dat ek hiernatoe gelei is; dat dit ‘n roeping op my lewe is. Hoe waar dit ookal mag wees sal ek nie weet nie. Wat ek wel weet is dat my emosies baie eg is. Al wie ek is, is iemand wat julle groot pyn en leiding raak gesien het, en wat deur die innig geroer is, tot die punt dat ek nie langer kan still bly nie. Dit is al wie ek is; Niks meer nie; Net ‘n nederigge dienaar van die Afrikaner/Boer. U DienaarEngelseBoer.
Twee jaar gelede het ek ‘n volkslied gesryf wat my hart toon, maar ek hoop sal ook help om julle saam te trek. Getiteld :Beste VierkleurO Beste Vierkleur, wanneer mag ons - weer vir jou sien waaiIn 'n staat van jou eie - van Orania tot in Lamberts BaaiVir die volk Afrikaner, en tog ietwat anderWat steeds op jou roepstem sal gee wat jy vra.Jy lê gevou nou, maar hier is van ons - wat vurig op die dag wagOm jou weer te hys, ja - in eer vir die nuut vierkleur vlagVan die volk Afrikaner, en tog ietwat anderWat steeds op jou roepstem sal gee wat jy vra.Die Bloodreviertog is lank verby - en so hoort dit te blyMaar ons sal weer staan, ja - teen die dag van die eie regeerVan die volk Afrikaner, en tog ietwat anderWat steeds op jou roepstem sal gee wat jy vra.Jy lê gevou nou, maar hier is van ons - wat vurig op die dag wagOm jou weer te hys, ja - in eer vir die nuut vierkleur vlag...O Beste Vierkleur, wanneer mag ons - weer vir jou sien waaiIn 'n staat van jou eie - van Orania tot in Lamberts BaaiVir die volk Afrikaner, en tog ietwat anderWat steeds op jou roepstem sal gee wat jy vra.Ja wat steeds op jou roepstem sal gee wat jy vra.Ja wat steeds op jou roepstem sal gee als wat jy vra.
© EngelseBoer 2004 - 2008

http://www.stopboergenocide.com/91453.html

NOW THEY HAVE DONE IT.

2008-08-11T06:32:00.000-07:00

FUNNY STUFF!

2008-08-11T06:01:00.000-07:00

HUMOR.

2008-08-11T05:18:00.000-07:00

Die eend loop by die kroeg in en vra die kroegman: Het jy Brood?
Kroegman: Nee. Eend: Enige Brood?Kroegman: Nee !!Eend: Niks brood nie?Kroegman is nou lekker warm : Nee , Ons het geen bliksemse brood nie.!!!Eend: Nie eers ou brood nie?Kroegman: Is jy f@kken doof of wat? Ons het nie donnerse brood nie!! En as jy my nou weer vra vir brood, gaan ek jou f*%@n bek aan die kroegtoonbank vasspyker!!Eend: Het jy spykers?Kroegman: Nee !!!!!Eend: En brood...?

TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO ENJOYS WINE.

2008-08-08T00:08:00.000-07:00

To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine.. And those who don't.

As Ben Franklin said :
In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria. In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. Coli) - bacteria found in faeces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.
However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember : Water = Poop Wine = Health

Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk kak, than to drink water and be full of kak.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I'm doing this as a public service.

COMMITMENT.

2008-08-08T00:05:00.001-07:00

DIERE MANIERE.

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AMAZING ACCIDENT.

2008-08-07T05:25:00.000-07:00

If the guy driving this car didn't believe in God before this accident happened, he probably did afterwards!!!!Audi RS 6 S/wagon Twin turbo V8 @ 250km/h +
Driver got out, walked away and called emergency on his phone. Take note - this is one car not two!!!

NOTICE THE DRIVERS SEAT IS COMPLETELY UNTOUCHED.

GRAPPIE JULLE!!

2008-08-06T04:53:00.000-07:00

Afrikaans is bakgat!

Die Ma ry met die twee kleintjies (3 en 5) in die kar. Diekinders is onhebbelik en sy raas en raas, maar hulle wil nieluister nie, wat nog van stilsit. Haar moer koer en sy trek vandie pad af, wiks die twee goed, sit hulle terug in die kar en se:Nou wil ek nie weer 'n woord hoor nie.
Na so paar minute s? Die seuntjie: "Mamma ek wil iets sę"
Sy sę: " Net vinnig, want jy is veronderstel om stil te bly"
Sę hy: "Ek wil net vir Mamma sę, Jesus gaan hiervan hoor!"
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Toe ek ses maande verwagtend was met my derde enetjie kom mydriejarige ingeloop in die kamer toe ek net oppad stort toe is.
" Ma, jy is besig om vet te word" sę sy ondiplomaties.
"Dis reg my skat maar jy moet onthou mamma het 'n babatjie wat inmy maag groei" probeer ek skerm.
"Ek weet," sę sy '' . . Maar wat groei in mamma se boude?"
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Pieter wys sy seun hoe om die ritsluiter van die sweetpak toe tetrek.
"Die geheim is," sę hy " . . . Is om eers seker te maak dat diehakkie van die een kant mooi in die ander pas!"
Sy seuntjie kyk hom met 'n frons aan en vra "Hoekom moet dit 'ngeheim wees?"
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Dis Sondag en baie kerke gee deesdae MOS spesifieke Sondae voordie gewone diens 'n kort kinderdiens. Die dag vertel dominee vanDaniël in die leeukuil en al die kinders moet kom voor sit.Baie dramaties vertel diedominee:
"En die koning vat vir Daniël en GOOI hom in die leeukuil !"
Die kerk is tjoepstil en die een seuntjie het hom so ingeleef indie storie, hy haak kliphard af: "So 'n bliksem!"
[ Die dominee het blykbaar so gelag hy kon nie verder preek nie..Het een van die ouderlinge gevra om net af te sluit en na die tydvir die ouers gevra om asseblief nie die kind pak te gee nie wanthy was die enigste een wat regtig geluister het! ]
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My vriendin het aan haar kinders die feite van die lewe probeervertel toe sy haar derde enetjie verwag.
Sy sę toe dat pappa 'n saadjie in haar geplant het en dat diebabatjie uit daardie saadjie groei.
Met 'n vraagteken op haar voorkop vra die vyfjarige "Toe pappa mysaadjie geplant het - was my gesig op die pakkie saadjies?"

HUMOR.

2008-08-06T04:51:00.000-07:00

Nymphomaniac Convention

A man boarded an aircraft in New York and took his seat. As hesettledin, he noticed a very beautiful woman boarding the plane. He realizedshe was heading straight towards his seat. Bingo! She took the seatright beside him.Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted out, 'Business trip orvacation?' She turned, smiled enchantingly and said, 'Business. I'mgoing to the Annual Nymphomaniac Convention in France.'
He swallowed hard. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmlyasked, 'What's your business role at this convention?''Lecturer,' she responded. 'I use my experience to debunk some of thepopular myths about sexuality.'
'Really,' he smiled, 'What myths are those?'
'Well,' she explained, 'one popular my th is that African American menare the most well endowed when, in fact, it's the Native AmericanIndianwho is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is thatFrench men are the best lovers, when actually it is the men of Indiandescent. We have found that the best potential lovers in allcategoriesare the Afrikaners.'
Suddenly the woman became uncomfortable and blushed. 'I'm sorry,' shesaid, 'I really shouldn't be discussing this with you; I don't evenknowyour name.'
'Running Bear,' the man said....'Running Bear Moodley, but my friendscall me Frikkie.'

SPOOK STORIE

2008-08-06T01:12:00.000-07:00

Hierdie is een van my kort verhale wat n ruk gelede op radio sonder grense gelees was gedurende die spook uur op hul deurnag sessie ek hoop my blogg lesers geniet dit.

DIE SPOOK VAN PLOT 13.

Mnr Max Koops n ryk sakeman het op n dag erns in die midrand omgewing vir hom en sy vrou Nita n plot gekoop met n groot ou vervalle plaashuis op.
Die dag toe die koop deur is het Max die vorige eienaar Mnr Seeg De Vries op die perseel ontmoet om die plaashuis se sleutels te kry. Seeg was egter n vreemde karakter, Max het soos met vorige ontmoetings n snaakse gevoel gekry, veral; as hy Seeg se nat koue hand geskud het.

Die dag het Seeg egter n baie vreemde versoek aan Max gerig.
„Wel Mnr.Koops ek neem aan u, gaan bou en breek aan die huis?“
„Ja het Max geantwoord, Ek en Nita beplan om die ons aftree plekkie te maak, ek meen 6 slaapkamers, 4 badkamers, dit sal ook idiaal wees as die kinders en kleinkinders kom kuier met vakansies en so aan.“

Seeg het half ongemaklik n sigaret aan gesteek en verder gepraat.
„Ek verstaan Mnr.Koops ek wil egter n versoek rig, breuk en bou soos u wil. Maar moet asseblief nie enige bestaande deure toebou nie, en moet ook nie nuwe deure in bestaande mure inbou nie, dit geld ook vir die vensters.“

Half verergd draai Max sy rug op Seeg, en stap na die huis terwyl hy Seeg antwoord.
“Maggies kerel dit klink soos ou boere raad teen spoke en geeste, watse snert vrae jy my dis mos nou my plek die ek kan tog sekerlik doen soos ek wil?”
Toe Max nie n antwoord kry van Seeg nie draai hy terug om hom te konfronteer. Seeg was egter skoonveld, al wat Max kon kry was n brandende siggaret stompie op die grond waar Seeg gestaan het.

Max het die klein hoewe plat gestap maar Seeg was net weg, hy het net verdwyn. Selfs sy ou skedonk bakkie wat by die hek gestaan het was weg, en Max kon nie onthou dat hy die bakkie hoor ry het nie.

Later daardie aand het Max sy vrou vertel van Seeg se vreemde gedrag en versoek en, dat hy toe in n oogwink net verdwyn het.
„Ag my man ek wil tog nie in n huis vol spoke woon nie wat nou gemaak?“ het Nita gese.
„Wel, my vrou ek gaan vrydag n paar meubel stukke oorneem na die plot, ek beplan om daar te bly vir die naweek. Ek wil n opname maak van al die herstel en bou werk wat gedoen moet word. As daar iets fout is in daai huis, sal ek dit weet. Indien dit die geval is sit ons maar die plek weer in die mark, ek kan tog nie daai swernoot dagvaar omdat hy n huis vol geeste aan my vekoop het nie. Elk geval glo ek nie aan sulke snert nie, maar ek weet hoe jy oor sulke dinge voel, jy was ook mos soos jou ouma Griesel met die helmet gebore?“
„Hellem Max nie helmet nie man, moenie my spot oor n gawe wat ek nie kan help nie, het Nita verontwaardig terug gekap na haar man.“
„Goed goed, my skat ek trek net jou been.“

Ongeveer 14:00 die vrydag middag het Max die laaste goed in die ou plaashuis in gedra. 2 ou lakens het gedien as gordyne, 1 in die slaapkamer, en een in die televisie kamer. N kamp bed met n paar komberse en kussings vir slaap het hy in die slaapkamer geplaas. N kamp stoel en klein tv op n ou hout trommel wat hy in die stoorkamer buite gevind het, het hy in die toekomstige tv kamer geplaas.

Die stoel het hy n paar tree van die tv af in die middel van die vertrek geplaas, en toe vir hom n glas vrugte sap gaan skink in die kombuis.

Die eet gery met kos sal hy later kom uitpak terwyl hy aand ete gaan maak het Max by homself gedink. Toe neem Max sy nota boek en pen om die huis van buite te inspekteer, en notas te maak van enige herstel en bou werk, wat gedoen gaan moet word. Toe dit begin skemer raak het Max terug in die huis gegaan. Max se plan was om aandete te maak n bietjie tv te kyk en n paar sopies whiskey te geniet. Maar in die tv kamer op pad na die kombuis merk hy sy kamp stoel wat hy in die middel van die vertrek staan gemaak het, is geskuif en staan nou in die verste linker hoek van die vertrek.

„Wat de doner....? brom Max by homself en skuif die stoel terug na die middel van die vertrek. Max besluit om die stilte te verbreek deur die tv aan te skakel. Toe stap hy kombuis en daar tref n groot skrik hom. Die 2 karton dose vol eet gery en kos wat Max op die kombuis kas gelos, het verdwyn.

„Wie de hel speel so met my, Seeg is dit jy jou wetter? Bulder Max se stem deur die huis.
En al wat Max hoor is n doodse stilte. Toe onthou hy, hy het mos die tv aan geskakel. Terug in die tv kamer ontdek hy die tv af en sowaar sy kampstoel terug in die hoek geskuif.
„Swernoot, ek slat jou pap as ek jou in die hande kry, skreeu Max weer kliphard.“ Verwilderd begin Max die huis deursoek hy merk ook al die vensters is toe en die deure is gesluit, hy besef toe hy; is alleen in die huis.
Skielik voel Max nie meer so braaf nie en hy besef iets vreemd is hier aant gebeur. Terug in die kombuis vind Max al die goedere is netjies weg gepak in die kaste en sy bottel whiskey vind hy in die spens saam met die kos wat hy gebring.
Met n bewende hand maak hy die bottel oop en neem n groot sluk somer so uit die bottel, en met dit is daar n harde slag asof iemand sy hand hard teen die kombuis kas geklap het, en wraggies, duidelik hoor Max hoe die glase wat hy gebring het in die kombuis kas rattel.

„Wat soek jy?“ vrae Max sag, terwyl hy nog n sluk uit die bottel neem. Met dit rattel die glase weer teen mekaar in die kas.
Stadig maak Max die kas oop en neem n glas en gooi toe whiskey in, hy plaas die bottel terug in die spens en neem n slukkie uit die glas. Duidelik hoor Max die tv aan gaan. Hy stap terug na die tv kamer waar hy die tv aan vind..... en sy stoel terug geplaas waar hy dit oorspronlik gelos het.

Stadighet Max in sy kampstoel gaan sit en tv gekyk wonderend oor die aand, so het hy aan die slaap geraak en die volgende oggend waker geskrik net om te vind dat die tv was af geskakel en n kombers was oor hom getrek. Hy het ook ontdek dat sy glas gewas en weg gepak was in die kombuiskas.

So het Max en Nita hul intrek geneem in die huis saam met die spook wat daar woon. Met tyd het hulle geleer as sekere dinge gedoen word soos om die huis skoon te hou dan het die kalant hul nie gepla nie. Soms antwoord hy selfs die foon en neem boodskappe as niemand tuis is nie, dan vind Max en nita dit netjies neer geskryf in die nota boekie langs die foon. En saans as almal gaan slaap het, maak spook huis skoon.
Snaaks genoeg waneer Max en Nita se kleinkinders kom kuier het, het jy nie vir spook gesien of gehoor nie, behalwe snags waneer die kleintjies geslaap het dan het hy die kamervensters toe gemaak as iemand dit oop dalk vergeet het. Of soms, hul toegetrek as hulle hul self oop geskop het in die middel van die nag.

En dit liewe vriende is die verhaal van die spook van plot 13, als is waar wat ek hier vertel het,ek behoort te weet, want ek ken Max en Nita al meer as 8 jaar persoonlik, ek meen, ek woon tog by hulle. Selfs n spook wil nie alleen in so groot plaashuis woon nie, of wat se ek als?

Groete tot volgende keer jul vriend
Seeg (spook) de vries.

Skrywer G.A.Beukes. 10-04-2008 kopie reg (c) word voorbehou.

MOTHER SHIPTON

2008-08-06T00:09:00.000-07:00

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Mother Shipton's Prophecies
Mother Shipton was born Ursula Sontheil in 1488 in a cave beside the river Nidd in North Yorkshire, England. Close by was an ancient well with supposeded mystical powers.

The Famous Petrifying Well
The woman who came to tend to her 15 years old mother, Agatha, spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born mishapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and supposedly went to live in a convent for the rest of her life.
Mother Shipton exhibited prophetic and psychic abilities from an early age. Many feared her and her powers mystical powers, which she always used to help people.
She wrote her prophecies about events to come in the form of poems.
She lived in the time of Henry VIII of England predicted his victory over France in 1513 --"Battle of the Spurs". She prophesized the Dissolution of the Monasteries. This led to the redistribution of the wealth and land held by the monasteries to the emerging middle class and the existing noble families.
At 24 she married Toby Shipton, a carpenter. They had no children. She eventually became known as Mother Shipton a woman helped many people.
Her home town was in Knaresborough England. Her power to see into the future made her well known not only in her home town but throughout England.
Her legend was passed on through oral traditions sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her propheices.
Many of her visions came true within her own lifetime and in subsequent centuries.
Mother Shipton predicted important historical events many years ahead of their time - the Great Fire of London in 1666, the defeat of the Spanish Armada in 1588 - as well as the advent of modern technology. She even forecast her own death in 1561. Today her prophecies are still proving uncannily accurate.
She wrote her prophecies like poems.
She died in 1561.

MOTHER SHIPTON PROPHECIES
And now a word, in uncouth rhyme
Of what shall be in future time
Then upside down the world shall be
And gold found at the root of tree
All England's sons that plough the land
Shall oft be seen with Book in hand
The poor shall now great wisdom know
Great houses stand in farflung vale
All covered o'er with snow and hail
A carriage without horse will go
Disaster fill the world with woe.
In London, Primrose Hill shall be
In centre hold a Bishop's See
Around the world men's thoughts will fly
Quick as the twinkling of an eye.
And water shall great wonders do
How strange. And yet it shall come true.
Through towering hills proud men shall ride
No horse or ass move by his side.
Beneath the water, men shall walk
Shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk.
And in the air men shall be seen
In white and black and even green
A great man then, shall come and go
For prophecy declares it so.
In water, iron, then shall float
As easy as a wooden boat
Gold shall be seen in stream and stone
In land that is yet unknown.
And England shall admit a Jew
You think this strange, but it is true
The Jew that once ws held in scorn
Shall of a Christian then be born.
A house of glass shall come to pass
In England. But Alas, alas
A war will follow with the work
Where dwells the Pagan and the Turk
These states will lock in fiercest strife
And seek to take each others life.
When North shall thus divide the south
And Eagle build in Lions mouth
Then tax and blood and cruel war
Shall come to every humble door.
Three times shall lovely sunny France
Be led to play a bloody dance
Before the people shall be free
Three tyrant rulers shall she see.
Three rulers in succession be
Each springs from different dynasty.
Then when the fiercest strife is done
England and France shall be as one.
The British olive shall next then twine
In marriage with a german vine.
Men walk beneath and over streams
Fulfilled shall be their wondrous dreams.
For in those wondrous far off days
The women shall adopt a craze
To dress like men, and trousers wear
And to cut off their locks of hair
They'll ride astride with brazen brow
As witches do on broomstick now.
And roaring monsters with man atop
Does seem to eat the verdant crop
And men shall fly as birds do now
And give away the horse and plough.
There'll be a sign for all to see
Be sure that it will certain be.
Then love shall die and marriage cease
And nations wane as babes decrease
And wives shall fondle cats and dogs
And men live much the same as hogs.
In nineteen hundred and twenty six
Build houses light of straw and sticks.
For then shall mighty wars be planned
And fire and sword shall sweep the land.
When pictures seem alive with movements free
When boats like fishes swim beneath the sea,
When men like birds shall scour the sky
Then half the world, deep drenched in blood shall die.
For those who live the century through
In fear and trembling this shall do.
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To bog and forest and wild fens.
For storms will rage and oceans roar
When Gabriel stands on sea and shore
And as he blows his wondrous horn
Old worlds die and new be born.
A fiery dragon will cross the sky
Six times before this earth shall die
Mankind will tremble and frightened be
for the sixth heralds in this prophecy.
For seven days and seven nights
Man will watch this awesome sight.
The tides will rise beyond their ken
To bite away the shores and then
The mountains will begin to roar
And earthquakes split the plain to shore.
And flooding waters, rushing in
Will flood the lands with such a din
That mankind cowers in muddy fen
And snarls about his fellow men.
He bares his teeth and fights and kills
And secrets food in secret hills
And ugly in his fear, he lies
To kill marauders, thieves and spies.
Man flees in terror from the floods
And kills, and rapes and lies in blood
And spilling blood by mankinds hands
Will stain and bitter many lands
And when the dragon's tail is gone,
Man forgets, and smiles, and carries on
To apply himself - too late, too late
For mankind has earned deserved fate.
His masked smile - his false grandeur,
Will serve the Gods their anger stir.
And they will send the Dragon back
To light the sky - his tail will crack
Upon the earth and rend the earth
And man shall flee, King, Lord, and serf.
But slowly they are routed out
To seek diminishing water spout
And men will die of thirst before
The oceans rise to mount the shore.
And lands will crack and rend anew
You think it strange. It will come true.
And in some far off distant land
Some men - oh such a tiny band
Will have to leave their solid mount
And span the earth, those few to count,
Who survives this (unreadable) and then
Begin the human race again.
But not on land already there
But on ocean beds, stark, dry and bare
Not every soul on Earth will die
As the Dragons tail goes sweeping by.
Not every land on earth will sink
But these will wallow in stench and stink
Of rotting bodies of beast and man
Of vegetation crisped on land.
But the land that rises from the sea
Will be dry and clean and soft and free
Of mankinds dirt and therefore be
The source of man's new dynasty.
And those that live will ever fear
The dragons tail for many year
But time erases memory
You think it strange. But it will be.
And before the race is built anew
A silver serpent comes to view
And spew out men of like unknown
To mingle with the earth now grown
Cold from its heat and these men can
Enlighten the minds of future man.
To intermingle and show them how
To live and love and thus endow
The children with the second sight.
A natural thing so that they might
Grow graceful, humble and when they do
The Golden Age will start anew.
The dragon's tail is but a sign
For mankind's fall and man's decline.
And before this prophecy is done
I shall be burned at the stake, at one
My body singed and my soul set free
You think I utter blasphemy
You're wrong. These things have come to me
This prophecy will come to be.
These verses were on the outer wrapping of the scrolls
I know I go - I know I'm free
I know that this will come to be.
Secreted this - for this will be
Found by later dynasty
A dairy maid, a bonny lass
Shall kick this stone as she does pass
And five generations she shall breed
Before one male child does learn to read.
This is then held year by year
Till an iron monster trembling fear
eats parchment, words and quill and ink
And mankind is given time to think.
And only when this comes to be
Will mankind read this prophecy
But one mans sweets anothers bane
So I shall not have burned in vain.
This section was kept apart from the other and it appears
to have been written together yet was in a separate jar...
The signs will be there for all to read
When man shall do most heinous deed
Man will ruin kinder lives
By taking them as to their wives.
And murder foul and brutal deed
When man will only think of greed.
And man shall walk as if asleep
He does not look - he many not peep
And iron men the tail shall do
And iron cart and carriage too.
The kings shall false promise make
And talk just for talkings sake
And nations plan horrific war
The like as never seen before
And taxes rise and lively down
And nations wear perpetual frown.
Yet greater sign there be to see
As man nears latter century
Three sleeping mountains gather breath
And spew out mud, and ice and death.
And earthquakes swallow town and town,
In lands as yet to me unknown.
And christian one fights christian two
And nations sigh, yet nothing do
And yellow men great power gain
From mighty bear with whom they've lain.
These mighty tyrants will fail to do
They fail to split the world in two.
But from their acts a danger bred
An ague - leaving many dead.
And physics find no remedy
For this is worse than leprosy.
Oh many signs for all to see

The truth of this true prophecy.
It is now generally acknowledged that Mother Shipton was largely a myth, and that many of her prophecies were composed by others after her death, and after the events they 'predicted'. Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.

http://www.crystalinks.com/mother_shipton.html

BILLY CONNOLLY SAYS.

2008-08-06T00:01:00.000-07:00

I think my securities far outweigh my insecurities. I am not nearly as afraid of myself and my imagination as I used to be.
In Scotland, there is no such thing as bad weather - only the wrong clothes.
Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that who cares?...He's a mile away and you've got his shoes!
Beauty is only skin deep but ugly goes right to the f***ing bone
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's on the outside of your ass?
Scottish-Americans tell you that if you want to identify tartans, it's easy - you look under the kilt, and if it's a quarter-pounder, you know it's a McDonald's.
A woman's mind is as complex as the contents of her handbag; even when you get to the bottom of it, there is ALWAYS something at the bottom to surprise you!
My parents used to take me to Lewis' department store in Glasgow. They were skinflints, they used to take me to the pet department and tell me it was the zoo. Never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a tea cozy, doesn't try it on. Save the Trees?...Trees are the main cause of Forest Fires! American sex shops are the most bizarre. They sell these inflatable dolls, but they also sell just the head - supposedly for people to drive along the freeway with.
I don't know why I should have to learn Algebra... I'm never likely to go there.
I have been made redundant before and it is a terrible blow; redundant is a rotten word because it makes you think you are useless.
I loved Japan. I used to read a lot about it when I was a child. And I always wanted to go. And it was delightful. I absolutely loved it. What a smashing place.
I've always wanted to go to Switzerland to see what the army does with those wee red knives.
Who discovered we could get milk from cows, and what did he THINK he was doing at the time?

DIERE MANIERE 2.

2008-07-30T05:44:00.001-07:00

POOR OLD KENNY.

2008-07-30T04:13:00.001-07:00

FAMILY GUY.

2008-07-30T03:57:00.000-07:00

GRAPPIE JULLE.

2008-07-29T06:16:00.000-07:00

Jannie is in Gr.1 en sy Engelsjuffrou het probleme met hom.
Jannie meen hy's te slim vir Gr.1 en wil na Gr.3 oorgeplaas word.
Sy suster is in Gr.3 en Jannie reken hy is baie slimmer as sy.
Die juffrou het genoeg gehad en vat hom na die skoolhoof.
Die hoof sê hy gaan Jannie toets.As hy druip,bly hy in Gr.1.
Hoof:"Wat is 3x3?" Jannie :"9"
Hoof:"Wat is 6x6?' Jannie :"36"
So gaan dit aan totdat die juffrou die hoof vra of sy nie
maar vir Jannie `n paar vrae in Engels kan vra nie
Juffrou:"What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?" Jannie :"Legs"
Juffrou:"What do you have in you pants that I don't have?"
Jannie :"Pockets"
Juffrou:"What starts with a c and ends with a t, is hairy,oval,delicious and contains a thin,whitish liquid?"
Die hoof vee die sweet van sy voorkop af
Jannie :"Coconut"
Juffrou:"What goes in hard and pink and comes out soft and sticky?" Jannie :"Bubblegum"
Juffrou:"What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting downand a dog does on three legs?" Jannie :"Shake hands"
Juffrou:"Now I'll ask some 'Who am I sort of questions, okay?" Jannie :"Yup"
Juffrou:You stick your pole inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you. Jannie :"A tent"
Juffrou: A finger goes into me.You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first
Die hoof lyk baie gespanne.
Jannie :"wedding ring"
Juffrou: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well I drip. When you blow me you feel good. Jannie :"Nose"
Juffrou:I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver. Jannie :"Arrow"
Juffrou: What starts with a F ends with a K that means a lot of excitement? Jannie :"firetruck Die hoof sê: Sit die klein bliksem in Gr.5 Ek het die laaste 10 antwoorde verkeerd gehad!!!!!!!

WIE ONTHOU NOG VIR LIEWE HEKSIE?

2008-07-29T05:26:00.000-07:00

RAGE

2008-07-29T05:21:00.000-07:00

SHE CARRYS LOVE INSIDE HER OF THE LIKES HE COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND. SHE CARRYS RAGE INSIDE HER OF THE LIKES HE CAN NEVER BEGAN TO GRASP. SO IF SHE CANT SATISFY THE ONE SHE WILL INDULGE IN THE OTHER.

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.

2008-07-25T04:49:00.000-07:00

THANKS BART.

2008-07-25T04:19:00.000-07:00

HUMOR.

2008-07-23T00:38:00.000-07:00

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1940's, 50's, 60's and early 70's !
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Subway or Nandos.
Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.ï¿½ï¿½
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY, no video/dvd films, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were noLawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!
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We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully'sï¿½always ruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TODEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Facts about Africa Part2

2008-07-21T04:51:00.000-07:00

Facts about Africa
Part II

As I visited or stayed in various countries in Africa, I worked and mingled with all kind of people but of course the best results are acquired when relaxing around a beer…
That’s where you learn about your surrounding, safety issues, the dos and don’t, what the culture around you is all about and most of all, what the political climate is. I will go through a couple of African countries so you can get a grasp of what is really happening out there.

I’ll start with Burundi; Burundi is an amazing small country, 27834 km² a bit smaller than Belgium and slightly smaller than Maryland, with about 8 700 00ha. You will find there wonderful people, but do me a favour if you happen to go there, DO NOT TALK ABOUT POLITICS, you say the wrong thing at the wrong time, you will be faced by 24 hour law…. Which means you will have 24 hours to leave the country by any means, so be advised.
The people will welcome you with an open heart. The customs like in most places in Africa, like to talk to you at arrival and ask you where you coming from, purpose of visit and what are all the gimmicks and gadget in your bag and what they are for etc…. I think you get the idea.
Another tip for the traveller, avoid short hair, like an army crew cut, wearing army cargo pants or similar clothing, I don’t think you want to be mistaken for a mercenary, that could land you in a lot of trouble.
When you through all this, there is a lot of places of different interest to go to, welcome to Burundi…
You can hang out by the Marina by the Lake Tanganyika, enjoy the sundowner, meet new people and exchange information. The golf course and the equestrian club are also good spots to meet people.
The locals of any race back grounds are very friendly and always willing to help you in any way in your journey.
The country is very rich in nickel, uranium, rare earth oxides, peat, cobalt, copper, platinum, vanadium, arable land, hydropower, niobium, tantalum, gold, tin, tungsten, kaolin and limestone.
I’m sure you all heard about the “genocide” which took place in Burundi and Rwanda. As a lot of countries in Africa there are some conflicts happening from time to time. In Burundi like in Rwanda a conflicts happens every ± 20 years. The reason for this is simple, not like the media tend to say and show, but when the population density is for example, 680 ha/km² and increases over the years to 1300 ha/km² in rural areas, bear in mind there’s no multi storey flats in those areas, you will face frictions and tensions which will sometimes lead to a “Coup d’Etat”, as the people will have the impression that the President is not doing his job, _ “ yeah, I’m sure some of you will think that way, but trust me it’s not always the case.”_, but surely it will result in some type of violence.
Whatever the President’s tribe origin is you will have Hutus and Tutsies taking on each other.
Just to tickle your brain a bit now, what about the people born from a mix family Hutu/Tutsi, the half casts? Where do they stand? Which side are they going to take if they take any? (Comments welcomed)
Rwanda is very similar to Burundi, in the colonial times it was called Rwarundi because the two countries were in fact one. But the difference came in after the 90’s genocide where people had to flee to neighbouring countries like Uganda, Tanzania, Kenya, Zambia, DRC and even as far as RSA, Botswana and Namibia.
Now if you go to Rwanda which at the origin was a French speaking country is in fact bi lingual, French and English. It’s really the first country in Africa I know that changed from one language to two over a period of five years. The people are also friendly but you can still see the pain they endured during the genocide.

To be continued......

ARE YOU DRUNK?

2008-07-21T01:07:00.000-07:00

WEN RESEP.

2008-07-21T00:44:00.001-07:00

WARNING TO ALL MEN!!!

2008-07-21T00:31:00.000-07:00

Subject: Beer
Police warn all single men, party-goers and unsuspecting pub regulars to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman. A new date rape drug on the market called "beer" is used by many females to target unsuspecting men.
The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available anywhere. "Beer" is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them.
Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of "beer" and then simply ask him home for no-strings-attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several "beers" men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted.
After drinking "beer" men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that something bad occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings in a familiar scam known as "a relationship."
Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after "beer" is administered and sex is offered by the predatory female.
Please! Forward this warning to every male you know.
to forward this warning to a friend of yours!However, if you fall victim to this insidious "beer" and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups with venues in every town where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open and frank manner with similarly affected, like minded guys.
For the support group nearest you, just look up "Golf Courses" in the Yellow pages.

DIERE MANIERE.

2008-07-18T00:50:00.000-07:00

DIE MUIS WOU SELFMOORD PLEEG.

2008-07-18T00:31:00.001-07:00

IN MEMORY OF MIKE.

2008-07-15T22:22:00.000-07:00

Former South African heavyweight boxing champion, Mike "The Tank" Schutte (57) passed away in Vanderbijlpark on Monday morning.
He had been ill with cancer for some time, it was confirmed by boxing publicist Terry Pettifer.
Schutte, who was trained by the late Alan Toweel, will mostly be remembered for his epic fights with fellow South Africans Jimmy Richards, Kallie Knoetze and Gerrie Coetzee.
He was an underrated heavyweight who came within a whisker of fighting the inimitable Muhammad Ali during the mid-seventies.
He won the SA heavyweight title from Richards in 1975 and lost the title to Coetzee the following year. Schutte also fought and beat the likes of Cookie Wallace, Chuck Wepener, Joe "King" Roman, Obie English, Terry Hinke, Pat Duncan, Neil Malpass, Bill Carlson and Rudi Lubbers.
Schutte made his professional debut in May 1971 when he stopped Doug de Wet and remained undefeated in his next 13 fights before losing on a disqualification to Johnny Britz.
His five-fight series with Richards were like wars. In 1972, Schutte outpointed Richards twice but lost to him in April 1974 and February 1975 when challenging for the national heavyweight title.
On 13 September 1975, in another memorable fight, he again beat Richards on points to become the champion.
In April 1977, in arguably the dirtiest fight ever seen in a South African ring, Schutte lost his SA title to a young Coetzee when he was disqualified in the sixth round.
In a return match in April 1977, he was outpointed over 12 rounds and in August the same year he was knocked out in the second round by Knoetze.
After outpointing Neil Malpass from England on 18 June 1979, Schutte announced his retirement from the ring to finish with a record of 38 fights, nine defeats, two draws and 28 wins.
He later turned to professional wrestling and added to his fan base as a musical entertainer. He also appeared in television adverts as well as a few comedy films.
No funeral details have been released.

http://sport.iafrica.com/news/1026501.htm

NicknameThe Tank Schutte "Big" Mike Schutte
Height6' 5" (1.96 m)
Trivia
Heavyweight boxing contender from South Africa in the 1970s.
Defeated heavyweight contender Chuck Wepner.
Defeated heavyweight contender Jose "King" Roman.
Knocked out by heavyweight contender Duane Bobick.
Fought professionally from 1971 to 1979.
Had a boxing record of 38-9-2 with 28 knockout wins.
In 1976 retired after defeating Neil Malpass.
Scored 9 first round knockout victories.
Undefeated in his first 14 bouts. South African Heavyweight Champion from September 1975 to August 1976.