Our dark BB future

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What happened to humankind? What happened to our strive for purpose? We live our dull lives, searching in vain for material gain. We desperately want and need something that our soul lingers for. It’s almost as if we linger for God, but in our useless efforts to find him – we resorted to finding the god inside ourselves.
We play god and name him Big Brother. We watch soaps, rich people with useless lives, called Bold & Beautiful. We enter this rat race, gathering our stuff. We gather without caring for anyone else anymore. We retreated into ourselves, trapped in this desperate search to find our unknown desires.
We travel the globe, visiting ill and war torn countries. We smile, and let the media take pictures of our precious cared for bodies, between the rotten truth that is Africa. We blog away, hoping our hits will go up and make us feel special inside.
We wait for something amazing to be done to correct all our problems. We all cry for a miracle while we seek the god inside ourselves. Our attention is scrambled all over Google. We pray for a country to unite by the symbol of a world cup trophy. We live in vain.
But my search for all that’s good will end on Monday morning. On that precious day, another type of BB will reign my life. All my desires will be fulfilled when my name is read as the winner of the BlackBerry Curve.  Technology beyond vain.
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You can have my car, then I'll have your head

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So, the government has disarmed the better part of society. But what have we seen since then? More criminals started hitting the street, not with panga’s anymore, with guns. We see the government shouting at each other in parlaiment, getting visibly fatter and fatter everytime we see them on tv traveling to some nation abroad. There they speak and laugh and joke and govern our nation.
We are being disceived, South Africans, wake up! We are being deceived by both our government and the useless scum, the criminals. Our policing is a farce, with that mentioned I believe the time has come for our revolution.
The time has come for each of us to not rely on the police for anything anymore. Let’s take this sick criminals on, head on. The world may call it vigilantism, but we’ll call it justice. I, for one, am lekker gatvol for all the senseless crime in South Africa and even more gatvol for the police and governments sad attempt to do anything. Their only focus is on money and who the next leader will be.
So, you bastards out there. Today I bought myself a gun. If you try to hurt anyone in my vicinity, I will shoot you. I will shoot you untill you fall to the ground. Then I will stand over you and empty the gun into your skull. Now, this might get me shot and even killed. But I refuse to live my life in fear. I’d rather have that sense of security of having a gun.
Sadly, our society have tumbled so far, that we won’t even feel sadden by taking a life. We will be happy when we let you die a horrible death.
This might sound terrible, but what is the alternative. Let the tsotsi’s control your life and govern your fear. Let them rape you, intimidate you, spit on you and hit you to the ground where they shoot you in the head. Or maybe you’ll even let them boil water in a kettle and throw it over your head? South Africans, it used to be the police’s job to protect us. Not anymore.
Take up your arms and start protecting yourself!  I'm sick of this government.  They don't do anything for us!  They just sit their, worrying about how they can enrich themselves, and keep their secrets secret!  It's time we get some justice in our country.  It's time those bastards and scum of South Africa fear to walk outside at night or day.  They must fear of being shot dead on the spot.  It is NOT us that should fear by simply living our lives, IT'S THEM!!!!!
I surely will protect myself, and all those that I possibly can around me!  The time has come for us to take South Africa back!!!!!!!! Come you scum, I’m ready for you. I will take my freedom back!
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BlackBerries, Womanly Curves and French VavaVoom!

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It's not inside, it's on top

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As I walked around campus today, I realised that my feet were actually on the physical ground. Now this might not sound like an epiphany moment to you; but it sure made me scream “Eureka!” to the surprise of the people around me. Luckilly I’m studying in SA, if I would’ve done this in the UK or even USA, the outcome might have been a bit different. Imagine walking on the cobble stone pathways in Cambridge University. Random dull faces so focussed on their destination, passing by. And there, I suddenly stop in the middle of my determined rhythmic walk, shouting: “Eureka!!!” They would certainly have employed the police. Shoot now, question later.
 
Western culture lacks something that the African culture has in abudance. Saying exactly what you are thinking. So many students and adults, totally loose their grasp on reality. Some even go on a killing rampage, shooting everything and everyone in their path. Unsuprisingly they usally end the blood bath, with one last bullet. With modern technology and self promotion playing such an important factor in our status in society, we hide our trueselves and sell this perfect image to the world. Everyone wants to be perfect. This once godly attribute became so easy to have. Simply fake it.
 
We keep so many truths from the world, because we’re afraid of what they might think of us, or that it might ruin our reputation of almighty stature. We lie even bigger lies, just to conceal the little bit of humanity we have left.
 
Anyway, as I walked further, I went up a high building. Suddenly I felt the unspoken call for help from society. The secret whisper grabbed my attention as I looked out of the 20th floor’s windows. It’s spring. It’s purple. My feet weren’t on the ground anymore, it was high in the air, overlooking a city so small beneath me.
 
We think; I want to be someone, therefore I must be blind to injustice. I want to succeed, therefore I cannot fail. I want to be perfect, therefore I have no imperfections. But truth is, we are all liars. We are in a constant battle with our own thoughts. Denying our humanity and all the failures it brings with it. We are afraid to discuss our deepest fear or sorrow with the one’s we love most. We fear they’ll reject us, so we stick to the constant war inside our souls.
 
How many people have committed suicide because they were too afraid to tell their loving parents about their sexual orientation? How many fathers felt like a failure in life because the big bucks didn’t show, and killed themselves?
 
We are all useless piles of carbon and water that will eventually rot away with all the other crap on earth. Our souls though, they’ll live on. Why do we put ourselves through this personal war just to impress and fit in with a world that will eventually pass away? We strive for the skies and even the universe. Hoora! I say. But we’ll never reach that godlyhood that we so strive to reach.
 
As I came down the lift, I counted all the things I’ve lied about the present myself as flawless. When I started, I couldn’t stop. I was genuinely going down in more than one way. As the doors opened and my feat were firmly on the ground again, I realised we can all have the perfect society – if only we admitted we are crappy gods.
 
Go ahead and live a human life. If your pure truth is rejected by your loved ones, give them this blog article, as they probably still believe that only animals pee and poo.
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Afrikaners wanted to turn Yank

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Afrikaners, in their millions (we are only about 3 million) are desperately wanted by the Republicans of America. They aim to offer us dual citizenship in their country they describe as the new Eden. Does it sound to good to be true? Chance is, it is.

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Mamma Whale, bring back Africa

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Hybrid Airship, Dynalifter - said to take over Africa in 5 years. This is probably the best solution to so many problems we face: Global Warming, Congested Roads, Pot holes, Prostitution with truckers and the spreading of Aids, hungry kiddies in Africa... The list goes on and on. Do yourself a favor and visit Dynalifter's website and visit Airships Africa's website to see the project plan for Africa and the in depth South Africa plan.

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Microsoft Surface - Coffee anyone?

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Microsoft Surface, a coffee table that blends reallity with Vista.

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Diagnosis: Green Fever

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I went to the doctor earlier today; he told me that I had a severe case of Green-goo-o-typus. Whatever that means. ‘An immense interest in everything green’ the doctor proclaimed. This wasn’t my regular doctor and he had a beard. I never could get myself to trust doctors with beards. But I found myself driving home listening to radio 702 Talk when the most annoying ad I ever heard came on. It’s about a guy selling photo copiers. He sings in a jolly utter annoying tone, about his success in selling nationwide thanks to Kulula’s new cheap flights from Lanseria airport. Immediately this green and purple plane materialised in my thoughts. Kulula.com have really come a long way in setting up their brand name since they started. When and if I need to go see the iceberg near Cape St. Francis, I will fly Kulula via Lanseria airport as the flights are only about 200 bucks one way. Beat that you orange kwaks!
Could this be coincedince? Was I really infected with a rare disease causing my obsession with all things green? Naaa…
Well, to get back to the topic of the week I’ll need to go to France. Yes, what a rugby shocker it was to see New Zealand and Australia fall out of this battle for the Ellis trophy. The first half of South Africa’s match against Fiji is possibly what caused me to go see the doctor. We won the match, and all congrats on the guys for doing so. But if we have to stand against Argentina, France or England with those boots, I’d rather not watch. France had one of the most displined games against New Zealand, truly playing on a standard of international rugby. England, heaven knows how, pulled out all the stops to beat Australia. Even though South Africa won by a large margin, it didn’t feel that convincing as you’d expect from possible world cup winners. Maybe it’s just because they’re the guys I’m shouting for. The green and gold fans will always have some kind of unsatisfied desire I guess.
I’m not really that into politics anymore, since the only team on the field are the All Blacks. Something did get my attention though as I watched the doctored SABC news. What’s all this about Africa getting a central bank with one currency!? We’ve seen it being done in Europe, and the main question really is: on which note will Mugabe’s face be? And will it be in green? In all fairness, this could have tremendous advantages; it’s just hard letting go of the old world order.
So many South Africans are already building lives around the world, and the same goes for other nations’ citizens. Even Nick Mallet will have a go at coaching the cocky Italians. Will we possibly one day lose this thing called nations altogether? Except for the United States of America, of course. Those people are living on their own little planet called, The United States of America. Globalisation is happening as we speak, and with all the pro's and con's that it brings with it I wonder what the effect will be on sport fans. Will the baby born to South African parents in London cry or smile when we sing Shozoloza around the world. Will he like green? Having all the countries filled with people of the world could create a lot of challenges, but ultimately I think it would be good for humanity to realise that: Whether we are black, look through eyes that just won’t open all the way, or even have green poo; where all just human. Except for the United States of Americans. They aren’t.
But for now, I like my obsession with green. Not an old crap green, a South African green.
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God inspired god I believe

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A whole new world is waiting for humankind as we enter the golden age.  I believe we will one day look back and wonder why we denied ourselves to advance into the realms of the unknown.  Let the journey begin!

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Life, bread and all things Student

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Eendag as ek groot is, sal ek wonder wat van hom geword het.
Tussen al die boeke; geskryf deur wyse manne, van Albert tot Newton, sit Gustav en skryf klomp kak in ‘n standaard A4 grootte Counter Book. Jy weet, die een met 288 bladsye. Hoeveel wyshede sal in soveel bladsye vasgevang kan word as die skrywer maar net ‘n bietjie minder en ‘n bietjie meer grys hare gehad het. Terwyl die radio eenkant voor blerts en gemors aan die wereld verkoop, kook die ketel soos ‘n stoomtrein op die grond. Daar is nie werklik ‘n rede waarom die ketel op die grond moet staan nie, behalwe dat daar nie ‘n tafeltjie daarvoor is nie, en dat hy ook nie ‘n exstension kabel het sodat die ketel op die non-existing tafel kan staan nie. “Soveel woorde,” dink Gustav by homself, “soveel donnerse woorde om ‘n ketel te beskryf”. Gustav frons in sy alleen-bestaan-kommune in Menlo Park vir die destruktiewe sinne, heimlik wens hy dat hy eerder ‘n passie vir skilder kon besit.
Sy kamer is vol van kennis; Chemie, Fisika, Analitiese Wiskunde en allerhande shit maak sy mure vol. Daar is next-to-fokkol vloerspasie. Vas oortuig dat al die kennis eerder in die materiele wereld moet wees, as in jou kop. Kyk maar na Einstein, absoluut fokken briljant. Genie. Maar in essence was sy siel gefok. Almal was in sy oe morone, idiote en selfs ‘n bietjie down-sindroom-erig. Al daai wonderlike breinselle het hom fisies ook gefok. Met geen vloerspasie in sy skedel het al die data selletjies sy haar follikels aanhou uitstoot en uitstoot. Sekerlik was Albert nie net die wereld se slimste man nie, maar tog ook die oudste man met ‘n volledige stel hare op sy kop. Hoe depressing. Hier op kampus loop studente met agterstallige universiteits-rekeninge en receding hairlines. Selfs Charles Darwin raak die harige konsep aan in sy ‘Natural Selection – Origin of Species’ waar hy subtiel beskryf hoe sekere homo-sapiens ‘n totaal tekort aan data-breinselle het, dat hul skedel eintlik in skuld leef. Sodoende word die haar follikels in spite erg gefriz. Sielkundiges redeneer egter dat hare friz en verhard onder erge stresvolle toestande. Moontlik. ‘n Meer relevante verduideliking mag miskien die regering sin wees. “Blame it on Apartheid. Blame it all on Apartheid!” ‘n Algmene filosofie dat die haarstyl skuld toewys aan wette wat skaamteloos selfs by haarkapper en barbershops hardop verklaar is. Be they gay, lesbian of net plain high, luidkeels is met pienk wangetjie, stywe spiere en soete-dagga-walms geskree: “Whites only, darling!”
Die radio is vanaand op RSG. Dit help met writer’s block vind ek. Dit is letterlik SONDER GRENSE. Sondae-aande speel daar gewoonlik gewilde pols-kou, ritmiese-selfmoord musiek. Dit stuur my in ‘n trans sodat ek besef ek skryf nie meer uit ‘n derdepersoons perspektief nie. No boundaries. Vanmiddag se oorskiet kos word teen ‘n snelle pas deur die getroue batiljonne van die Pretoria-Oos-Menlo-Park-Swart-Ninja-Miere-korps gereduseer en vervoer na die bomb shelters hier iewers in die back yard. Dit vang my, well en Gustav seker ook, dat mense wat hier kom kuier so gatvol kan raak vir die hardwerkende swart Ninja’s. Hierdie miere het al in my ma se beskuit bak nes gemaak en al die beskuit binngeval. Die offisiele verklaring was dat hulle opsoek was na WOMAD (Weapons of Mass Ant Destruction). Min het hulle geweet van die DOOM (Do Oll Miere) wat in my half geverfte staalkas in die hoek staan. Met rooi dop en lekker kak grafika van miere en motte wat fucked op hule rue le. Lorelei het dit hier aangebring nadat sy hoogs geskok met ‘n beskuit in die hand en koffie in die mond, alles, met spesiale-regime-eenheid-een-ninja-korps en al, in my gesig uitgespoeg het. Hierdie ‘Wonder Gas’ was my 21ste geskenk. “Spuit bietjie jou lewe in order” het sy vir my gese terwyl ek haar hare moes vashou bo die toilet. Min sal Gustav weet dat die woorde van Lorelei hom so sal pla in die toekoms, dit sal hom laat wonder oor dejavu, en allerhande mistiese versreels. Heroine was nog nie in sy lewe, en nog minder in sy are. Maar dit alles gebeur miskien eers heelwat later. Miskien.
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