So, finally this issue has gone away.
For them who don't know the detail, scroll down and you will find the whole story. The summary is as follows:-
I went shopping for a TV and some associated stuff.. The salesman got abusive, threatened my son with "I will fuck you up"! When I confronted him, he made the same threat to me. After a bit of a to and fro, I landed a solid klap on his face.
He laid a charge of assault - Grievous Bodily Harm against me after getting some concocted doctors note re his injuries. Said I hit him with an unknown object! Yea right - my right hand is now a weapon of mass destruction!!!!
When the cops eventually came round to look for me, I wasn't home. Went down to the cop shop to see what they wanted and got myself arrested. Spent 13 hours in various cells, until GMan manged to pay some one ZAR3500 to get me bail, which cost another ZAR1000.
Appeared in court 2 days later.
Then got an attorney involved. Another court appearance cause the dumb arse public prosecutor didn't let us have the docket. Then a visit to the advocate for advice. The attorney had a few rounds with the public prosecutor, and showed him a copy of the CCTV recording from the incident. They agreed that there was no evidence of me ever actually hitting the guy, but there was visible evidence of the security guys shoving me around, as well as him, and he could have got injured then. Not sure what transpired between the video viewing and the court date, between the PP and the plaintiff, but suffice to say, it's now closed. Today I appeared in the court with my attorney, and the public prosecutor withdrew the charges.
End of saga. But not the end of this story I think.
Salagatle!
LIU - Look It Up!
Showing posts with label Kaffirs. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 08, 2012
R.I.P Brother....
Biker president killed in accident
Mr 'Evil' Erik Edeling, a father of two, was killed
in a motorcyle accident on Sunday afternoon on the R25 on his way home
to Kempton Park.
"We were travelling home from the Classic Motorcyle Club. A truck that did not stop at the stop street crossed over from the right hand side as we were approaching from under the Zuurfontein bridge," said Mr Hilton Labuschagne, who had known Mr Edeling for more than 10 years.
Mr Labuschagne recalls that he saw his friend swerve to try and avoid the collision. He fell off his bike and slid under the left back wheel.
"There was a lot of smoke when he braked," he said.
According to ER 24 spokesman, André Visser, Edeling died on the scene.
An avid lover of Kawasaki motorcycles, he was the national president of the Tudor Rebels Motorcycle Association for the past 27 years and a well-known member of the biker community. He was the owner of the popular motorcyle shop, Motorcyle Magic, on Long Street.
"He loved bikes and even opened a bike hospital on End Street in Joburg that sold second hand motorcyles," recalled Mr Labuschagne.
Terrible way to die - and that because a PDI (Read kaffir) didn't stop, and that, because the cops don't do their jobs!!!
Salagatle!
"We were travelling home from the Classic Motorcyle Club. A truck that did not stop at the stop street crossed over from the right hand side as we were approaching from under the Zuurfontein bridge," said Mr Hilton Labuschagne, who had known Mr Edeling for more than 10 years.
Mr Labuschagne recalls that he saw his friend swerve to try and avoid the collision. He fell off his bike and slid under the left back wheel.
"There was a lot of smoke when he braked," he said.
According to ER 24 spokesman, André Visser, Edeling died on the scene.
An avid lover of Kawasaki motorcycles, he was the national president of the Tudor Rebels Motorcycle Association for the past 27 years and a well-known member of the biker community. He was the owner of the popular motorcyle shop, Motorcyle Magic, on Long Street.
"He loved bikes and even opened a bike hospital on End Street in Joburg that sold second hand motorcyles," recalled Mr Labuschagne.
Terrible way to die - and that because a PDI (Read kaffir) didn't stop, and that, because the cops don't do their jobs!!!
Salagatle!
Friday, September 14, 2012
Update 3 - the hearing
Following my release, I got hold of another attorney, a friend of mine in fact, who I trust to look after my interests. He was not available the previous day, and that was why I called on the other "no show" lawyer.
Anyway, he was still in Cape Town. All he said was to appear in court, and tell the magistrate that my council was attending to matters in Cape Town, and respectfully requests a postponement for 3 weeks for "discovery". LuckyL and I arrived at the court before 8am. The doors / gates only open at 8.30 or 9! The lawyer who was involved with arranging my release turned up, as I had requested his attendance to do the request for postponement. Anyway, he said the roll would only come up around 11.30, and he had something to attend to in Randburg, so would be back. I said that he didn't have to worry, as I was confident enough to address the magistrate with the request myself. Done, he left, and we waited. And we waited a long, longtime. These clowns have fuckall else to do other then collect the dockets for hearing, and enter them onto a list to put up on the board, so that everyone knows which court they need to appear in. That came out at 11.30. It's no wonder our courts are overflowing with cases, they work a fucking half day. As it was, I heard that there was a braai arranged for the afternoon, so the courts would close by 1pm! WTF! Start after 11.30, and stop by 1!!!!
Anyway, we found my name, went to the relevant court room, and sat and waited to be called up. Eventually it was my turn, I went up onto the dock, made my statement, and he agreed to postpone for 3 weeks - next court date is the 21 September.
Next Tuesday I had a meeting with my attorney. I gave him the whole run down, information, contact names, and the authority to gather information. His opinion is that with the video evidence, this could probably be withdrawn. I sure hope so.
He copied me in on an email he sent to the Risk Manager at the store, the guy who gave me his card, asking for any / all information he might have. The response came back - with their internal investigation, he was unable to get even one statement. Not one - with all those morons who can be seen on the video actually being involved? Well, obviously none of them want to confirm that their colleague threatened me, so they rather say nothing. Which is great as far as I can see. If they couldn't give their employers a statement, then how can they be called as witnesses in the court? And if they cant, then it's his word against mine and LuckyL's! If anyone does come to be a witness, I am going to advise my attorney to ask them for a copy of the statement they gave to their employers. Thing is, if they "didn't" see anything then, they cant testify now, or, they were lying to their employer, so, whats to say they not lying now??
So, first prize will be if the advocate that we are going to chat to, who has a very good relationship with the Chief Public Prosecutor, can get them to withdraw the charges. If that does notwork, the video footage, and the fact that he has no witnesses basically means he has no case. So, we will see where this goes.
Salagatle!
Anyway, he was still in Cape Town. All he said was to appear in court, and tell the magistrate that my council was attending to matters in Cape Town, and respectfully requests a postponement for 3 weeks for "discovery". LuckyL and I arrived at the court before 8am. The doors / gates only open at 8.30 or 9! The lawyer who was involved with arranging my release turned up, as I had requested his attendance to do the request for postponement. Anyway, he said the roll would only come up around 11.30, and he had something to attend to in Randburg, so would be back. I said that he didn't have to worry, as I was confident enough to address the magistrate with the request myself. Done, he left, and we waited. And we waited a long, longtime. These clowns have fuckall else to do other then collect the dockets for hearing, and enter them onto a list to put up on the board, so that everyone knows which court they need to appear in. That came out at 11.30. It's no wonder our courts are overflowing with cases, they work a fucking half day. As it was, I heard that there was a braai arranged for the afternoon, so the courts would close by 1pm! WTF! Start after 11.30, and stop by 1!!!!
Anyway, we found my name, went to the relevant court room, and sat and waited to be called up. Eventually it was my turn, I went up onto the dock, made my statement, and he agreed to postpone for 3 weeks - next court date is the 21 September.
Next Tuesday I had a meeting with my attorney. I gave him the whole run down, information, contact names, and the authority to gather information. His opinion is that with the video evidence, this could probably be withdrawn. I sure hope so.
He copied me in on an email he sent to the Risk Manager at the store, the guy who gave me his card, asking for any / all information he might have. The response came back - with their internal investigation, he was unable to get even one statement. Not one - with all those morons who can be seen on the video actually being involved? Well, obviously none of them want to confirm that their colleague threatened me, so they rather say nothing. Which is great as far as I can see. If they couldn't give their employers a statement, then how can they be called as witnesses in the court? And if they cant, then it's his word against mine and LuckyL's! If anyone does come to be a witness, I am going to advise my attorney to ask them for a copy of the statement they gave to their employers. Thing is, if they "didn't" see anything then, they cant testify now, or, they were lying to their employer, so, whats to say they not lying now??
So, first prize will be if the advocate that we are going to chat to, who has a very good relationship with the Chief Public Prosecutor, can get them to withdraw the charges. If that does notwork, the video footage, and the fact that he has no witnesses basically means he has no case. So, we will see where this goes.
Salagatle!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Service Please!
Every now and then I get into a store where the service just does not meet my expectations. Don't get me wrong, I know the limitations of our Previously Disadvantaged Individuals, so my expectations from them is quite low, but hey, is it my fault that the Limpopo province Education department decided to throw all the school text books away, instead of delivering them to the schools? Is it my fault that in 18 years the ANC Regime has been unable to deliver a reasonable level of education? Is it my fault that the PDI's have the mentality, and attitude of people born to beg? Be beaten? Be really stupid?
No.
So, I can be your best customer, or, if you wish I will be the customer from hell. I leave the decision to you as the service provider, salesman, customer facing person.
Saturday, 14 July 2012. LuckyL and I go into the local Makro store (LIU). We are on a mission here to procure, at the best possible price, with the minimum disruption a 30" flat screen TV, a DSTV decoder, and a wall bracket to mount the TV on the wall. All of the above items to be procured are for installation in the Matriarchs home.
We had done our on-line investigation before leaving home, and found what we wanted, at what store, and for how much. This should be a quick in and out excursion into the realms of the retail world.
A requirement here in sunny South Africa when you want to buy a TV, is that you must produce a valid TV license. It's stupid really, because a) The license fees go to the State owned (and run) broadcaster - SABC, and even though you might never ever watch any of the boring, politically incorrect, and grammatically challenged channels that they broadcast, you have to have a license to get a TV. OK, so we have one in the family. It happens to be on the Princess's name, but it's OUR FAMILY TV LICENSE!
So, armed with the TV license, my ID Document, credit card, debit card, and cheque book (you never know), the two of enter the bellows of the Makro monster, where people are spending money they don't have, salesmen are either non-existent, or un-knowledgeable, (or both) and the queues are not for the feint hearted.
We quickly move over to the area where we know the good we want to buy are displayed. We find a salesman - yup, PDI, but then today you don't find too many sales people in this kind of environment that are not PDI's. I have a very low expectation of / from him. "Do you have stock of this TV product that's on special?" "yes." "OK, get me one." And I need a DSTV Decoder, and a wall bracket. We get the wall bracket, look at the DSTV decoders, and don't find the model we want, so park that, we will get it elsewhere. OK, go get me a TV from the stock room. At this point he needs my TV License, and ID Document. The names don't match. License is on the Princesses name, and it's my ID. "Sorry, we can't do that", he says. I explain that I bought a TV from another retail this way a few month previously. All they need is to make a copy of the license, my ID document, then enter the Princesses ID number into the system to verify that the License is current and paid up.
Blank look. This is not how it's written on the blackboard which doubles up as his brain. "Call me a manager please, and we can resolve this," I say. Expecting that the manager might have a blackboard with side notes that would explain this deviation from the process, and take us through the next steps without hiccups.
Ah, I have too much faith in my fellow earth dwellers, and give too much credit where it's oh, so not due! I should in fact have asked for "Get me a white manager!", that may have been better, but I was not in the mood to insult the salesperson, yet. The PDI manager arrives. (How did he become a manager I have to ask myself? Is it because he's been with the company for the longest of all the other salespeople? Is it natural progression based on sales achievements. or, and I suspect this is the reason, it's the Makro way of getting BEE points! (BEE - LIU)
Anyway, I explain the situation to him. He says we can't do that, we need the ID book of the person named on the TV License. I know that's crap, but decide I'll take my business elsewhere. I really was not going to get into this with these cretins at this time.
My parting comment was "Ah, that's bullshit!", and I start to turn to go. His comeback to me was "Maybe you must take your bullshit somewhere else!" I heard it, but didn't react, well, not immediately anyway. LuckyL, who had been standing by all this time, went ballistic straight off the blasting pad. Calm to suicidal murderer in one second. "Come outside and I'll teach you about bullshit!" he says to the PDI manager. I spin around to check for reactions, and this fucking moron - who is a manager - and is standing with one of his salespeople - comes back with - "We go outside and I will fuck you up!"
That was my cue - ballistic in 1 second - I reach out for him with the sole intention to rip his head off, shit on his lungs through the now open cavity, and then report him for having bad breath! I intended to rip his arm off, and beat him with the bloody end. I really pictured how I would put his head through the front of a 40" HD LCD flat screen TV. But before I could deliver the 'coup de grace", we were surrounded by more PDI sales people than I ever imagined worked at this place!!!! I challenged him, a few times, he kept giving me lip, so at the first opportunity I had that I got within reach of him, I gave him what is affectionately referred to in South Africa as a solid POES KLAP!
The level of surprise on his face was priceless. The efforts of them who were trying to keep us apart increased tenfold. I was mad. This mother was going down! It took a few minutes for a white manager to turn up, take control. At this time - he who had the stinging face was telling the others not to let us leave - was on his phone, apparently to phone the police! Good idea I told him, then they can fuck you up as well!
The white guy (Risk Manager) calmed things down some, asked what was going on, got a bit of the story from me, and asked me for my details. "What for?" I asked, and he just gave me his card and said, thought I could maybe of help to you, but here's my card, you can contact me if need be. At this point I calmly said, tell that fuck to let me leave, before I really get pissed off. And that was that!!!! One of the security / salespeople (not sure what he was other then PDI) seemed to follow us out. Probably to get my registration number. No problem.
Yesterday I went onto the Makro website, and sent them this email:-
Makro StrubensValley
On Saturday morning I went to the above store with my son. We went to buy a TV, a DSTV decoder and a wall mounting bracket. I had the family TV license (on my wife's name) and my ID Book. I had previously bought a TV this way, so thought it would be OK, as the TV license gets verified online with the wife's ID number anyway. One of your salesmen told me it could not be done, as, according to him, the process had changed. I asked for a manager - some guy came over and said that's how it is, the rules had changed. My response was "That's bullshit"!(I accept that maybe it's not the way TV license checks are done, but that's a different discussion.) His response to me was "Take your bullshit and go somewhere else!" At this point I did not react, but my son called him out "Come outside and I'll teach you bullshit", or words to this effect. The salesman's response was "I'll fuck you up!" That put me on tilt, and I took him on. There were several Makro employees stepping between us, with him continuing to bait me, till I slapped him. Then he was all about calling the police, refusing to let us leave, etc. Eventually, the Risk Manager introduced himself, calmed the situation, gave me his card, and allowed us to leave. Well Done Mr. R/Manager - however, if this is the way your sales people talk to their clients, well, suffice to say I have cut up my card and will never be back. I am disgusted, and he's lucky to have got away with just a slap! Once outside I noticed one of the security people had followed us out, and probably made a note of my registration number. I don't have a problem with that either way, not too sure what he thinks he can do with a registration number. However, I trust that Makro will, at the very least, make sure their staff know how to talk to the clients! Interested to hear your response in this matter.
Mr. X Xxxxxx - ex Client.
We went to another store, and bought what we wanted, with no problem. Methinks that kaffir was having a bad day, and I just gave him a reason to have a worse one!
Salagatle!
No.
So, I can be your best customer, or, if you wish I will be the customer from hell. I leave the decision to you as the service provider, salesman, customer facing person.
Saturday, 14 July 2012. LuckyL and I go into the local Makro store (LIU). We are on a mission here to procure, at the best possible price, with the minimum disruption a 30" flat screen TV, a DSTV decoder, and a wall bracket to mount the TV on the wall. All of the above items to be procured are for installation in the Matriarchs home.
We had done our on-line investigation before leaving home, and found what we wanted, at what store, and for how much. This should be a quick in and out excursion into the realms of the retail world.
A requirement here in sunny South Africa when you want to buy a TV, is that you must produce a valid TV license. It's stupid really, because a) The license fees go to the State owned (and run) broadcaster - SABC, and even though you might never ever watch any of the boring, politically incorrect, and grammatically challenged channels that they broadcast, you have to have a license to get a TV. OK, so we have one in the family. It happens to be on the Princess's name, but it's OUR FAMILY TV LICENSE!
So, armed with the TV license, my ID Document, credit card, debit card, and cheque book (you never know), the two of enter the bellows of the Makro monster, where people are spending money they don't have, salesmen are either non-existent, or un-knowledgeable, (or both) and the queues are not for the feint hearted.
We quickly move over to the area where we know the good we want to buy are displayed. We find a salesman - yup, PDI, but then today you don't find too many sales people in this kind of environment that are not PDI's. I have a very low expectation of / from him. "Do you have stock of this TV product that's on special?" "yes." "OK, get me one." And I need a DSTV Decoder, and a wall bracket. We get the wall bracket, look at the DSTV decoders, and don't find the model we want, so park that, we will get it elsewhere. OK, go get me a TV from the stock room. At this point he needs my TV License, and ID Document. The names don't match. License is on the Princesses name, and it's my ID. "Sorry, we can't do that", he says. I explain that I bought a TV from another retail this way a few month previously. All they need is to make a copy of the license, my ID document, then enter the Princesses ID number into the system to verify that the License is current and paid up.
Blank look. This is not how it's written on the blackboard which doubles up as his brain. "Call me a manager please, and we can resolve this," I say. Expecting that the manager might have a blackboard with side notes that would explain this deviation from the process, and take us through the next steps without hiccups.
Ah, I have too much faith in my fellow earth dwellers, and give too much credit where it's oh, so not due! I should in fact have asked for "Get me a white manager!", that may have been better, but I was not in the mood to insult the salesperson, yet. The PDI manager arrives. (How did he become a manager I have to ask myself? Is it because he's been with the company for the longest of all the other salespeople? Is it natural progression based on sales achievements. or, and I suspect this is the reason, it's the Makro way of getting BEE points! (BEE - LIU)
Anyway, I explain the situation to him. He says we can't do that, we need the ID book of the person named on the TV License. I know that's crap, but decide I'll take my business elsewhere. I really was not going to get into this with these cretins at this time.
My parting comment was "Ah, that's bullshit!", and I start to turn to go. His comeback to me was "Maybe you must take your bullshit somewhere else!" I heard it, but didn't react, well, not immediately anyway. LuckyL, who had been standing by all this time, went ballistic straight off the blasting pad. Calm to suicidal murderer in one second. "Come outside and I'll teach you about bullshit!" he says to the PDI manager. I spin around to check for reactions, and this fucking moron - who is a manager - and is standing with one of his salespeople - comes back with - "We go outside and I will fuck you up!"
That was my cue - ballistic in 1 second - I reach out for him with the sole intention to rip his head off, shit on his lungs through the now open cavity, and then report him for having bad breath! I intended to rip his arm off, and beat him with the bloody end. I really pictured how I would put his head through the front of a 40" HD LCD flat screen TV. But before I could deliver the 'coup de grace", we were surrounded by more PDI sales people than I ever imagined worked at this place!!!! I challenged him, a few times, he kept giving me lip, so at the first opportunity I had that I got within reach of him, I gave him what is affectionately referred to in South Africa as a solid POES KLAP!
The level of surprise on his face was priceless. The efforts of them who were trying to keep us apart increased tenfold. I was mad. This mother was going down! It took a few minutes for a white manager to turn up, take control. At this time - he who had the stinging face was telling the others not to let us leave - was on his phone, apparently to phone the police! Good idea I told him, then they can fuck you up as well!
The white guy (Risk Manager) calmed things down some, asked what was going on, got a bit of the story from me, and asked me for my details. "What for?" I asked, and he just gave me his card and said, thought I could maybe of help to you, but here's my card, you can contact me if need be. At this point I calmly said, tell that fuck to let me leave, before I really get pissed off. And that was that!!!! One of the security / salespeople (not sure what he was other then PDI) seemed to follow us out. Probably to get my registration number. No problem.
Yesterday I went onto the Makro website, and sent them this email:-
Makro StrubensValley
On Saturday morning I went to the above store with my son. We went to buy a TV, a DSTV decoder and a wall mounting bracket. I had the family TV license (on my wife's name) and my ID Book. I had previously bought a TV this way, so thought it would be OK, as the TV license gets verified online with the wife's ID number anyway. One of your salesmen told me it could not be done, as, according to him, the process had changed. I asked for a manager - some guy came over and said that's how it is, the rules had changed. My response was "That's bullshit"!(I accept that maybe it's not the way TV license checks are done, but that's a different discussion.) His response to me was "Take your bullshit and go somewhere else!" At this point I did not react, but my son called him out "Come outside and I'll teach you bullshit", or words to this effect. The salesman's response was "I'll fuck you up!" That put me on tilt, and I took him on. There were several Makro employees stepping between us, with him continuing to bait me, till I slapped him. Then he was all about calling the police, refusing to let us leave, etc. Eventually, the Risk Manager introduced himself, calmed the situation, gave me his card, and allowed us to leave. Well Done Mr. R/Manager - however, if this is the way your sales people talk to their clients, well, suffice to say I have cut up my card and will never be back. I am disgusted, and he's lucky to have got away with just a slap! Once outside I noticed one of the security people had followed us out, and probably made a note of my registration number. I don't have a problem with that either way, not too sure what he thinks he can do with a registration number. However, I trust that Makro will, at the very least, make sure their staff know how to talk to the clients! Interested to hear your response in this matter.
Mr. X Xxxxxx - ex Client.
We went to another store, and bought what we wanted, with no problem. Methinks that kaffir was having a bad day, and I just gave him a reason to have a worse one!
Salagatle!
Monday, May 07, 2012
Blog Update
I really don't like the new look of the blog "back office" stuff. That's this page where we go to when e want to write and post a new blog. It's not user friendly, I can't find half the stuff I want to, and it looks like a predecessor of the ark. Really backward stuff. Some things are best left alone, and this was one of them.
That said, there has been a whole lot going on here.
Matriarch, is settling in well in her apartment, and you can see improvement everyday in her walking and use of her arm. Added to that, she has started complaining about stupid little things again, so we know she's getting better.
Queenie is unchanged. Still drives me up the wall with her querkie things she does, but that's just who she is. I suppose we can't all be "normal"! Not that's she's abnormal, but she has "habits" which are just crazy. We think she's a bit OCD - and that explains a lot of why she does these little things she does!
GMan has decided he's going to the UK. Initially I thought it was a good thing, a) It would get him out of this bad environment he has got himself entrenched into, and away from the whole poker scene, and loan sharks, etc., b) It would get him away from the "girlfriend". Every other day he's telling us she's moving out, they have broken up, etc., but she's still there, still around.
So a) is on the button, b) is way off the mark. The girlfriends mom lives in the UK, with the new husband, and she's going to be going over to stay with them, and look for a job as well, and apply for a work permit / study permit / residency on the basis that her family are now resident in the UK. SO, instead of getting away from her, they going together. Ah well, it's his choice and his life. He plans to work as a dealer in the more legal gambling dens in London, London area. Apparently they pay quite well, and he will be staying (so he says) with another dealer friend who comes from there. Will see how that pans out. Ultimately, I think he's wasting his time, and hope he will find a real job once he's there.
LuckyL - well, where to start. Work wise he is really putting his everything into his job. So much so that he now has been told he's getting a 60% increase! it's not off a big base, but it was also not expected. Only worry I have is that come the end of the year he might not want to stop working, and go to varsity. But for now, I'm not giving him that option - and I plan to stick to that! He's also still enjoying the bikes (on and off road), but apart from me, does not have anyone to ride with him on-road. So he's getting a bit disillusioned. It's no fun just riding to work every now and then on the bike. He wants to get out on a Sunday and burn up some miles, and it's not always fun doing it with Dad.
With GMan deciding to go overseas, they have given up their apartment, moved all of the girlfriends stuff into storage, and moved GMan's meager belongings into our place. Amongst his stuff is a big flat screen TV, a Playstation 3, and some other odds and ends. He also has a PVR Decoder. SO LuckyL and I installed the PVR into the lounge, and took my DSTV decoder up to our bedroom. We then, with much hassle, got the DSTV people to connect the second unit as a dual view so we have 2 x DSTV but only pay one subscription plus a nominal R60 a month for the second. It's worth it. We did all the rewiring through the roof ourselves, and had to redo, retry various options till we got it right. Then we split the cable going from the Lounge to the bedroom, and fed a line off it to LuckyL's bedroom. He has GMan's big flat screen set up there, and he has a "boom" channel changer. So, now when we go to bed at night, if the Princess wants to watch the end of a story, she can watch it in the room, with her own decoder, and can change channels there. LuckyL can watch DSTV from his room, via the downstairs decoder, and using the "Boom" channel changer, can change the channels from his room! Great stuff, especially for now with winter on our doorstep. Rather lie in a nice warm bed at night to watch a bit of TV, than sit downstairs in the lounge!!!
In the news recently has been quite a bit of interesting stuff. The Joe Public court case against the State and Sanral to stop the eTolling of our highways was successful! Well, to the point that they could not start tolling us yet, until further court action takes place, or the State find an alternative means to fund the "new" roads. And following this, the Sunday papers were full of information of who would be benefiting from the tolling - and it seems the ANC has more than just a small part in this. Talk about corruption! These Muther Farkrrs have taken it to a whole new level! And the way they plead ignorance to the fact is so pathetic. Just because the masses are too stupid to see through their act they think everyone will believe their drivel. Bunch of farking morons! From the president down to the sweeper in the Home affairs department. Complete farking morons.
Ok, go that off my chest.
Another interesting bit of news was some FHM model who was (again) sexually harassed by some kaffir! And the tweeted something about it, but used the word k@&&!r. And immediately the whole world took her on, FHM withdrew her position / nomination / status as MISS FHM 2011, and some of her sponsors withdrew their sponsorships as well. OK, they don't want to be associated with some one who uses the word k@&&!r. I get that. But nowhere has anyone said anything about that fucking k@&&!r that sexually harassed her! And to me that is the bigger issue here! You can sexually harass a woman, but she can't be calling you names, and especially not k@&&!r - because that's just not PC. Well fuck you very much world! It's like saying it's not rape if the attacker used a condom!!! Interestingly enough, another model (a darkie in this case) attacked her (tweeting - not physically) and made even more serious racial attackes!!! But I suppose because she's a previously disadvantaged k@&&!r, and was reacting to a "very serious racial slur" it will be accepted and forgiven!
Another interesting position in SA now is the Dept. of Education looking at banning cellphones from schools. There are many pro's and con's to this argument, which I am not going to expand on here, but suffice to say I think it goes against our constitutional rights to even consider this banning. In today's time, communication and the ability to contact parents is a fundamental right, if not necessity, for any school pupil.
With regards the accident we were involved in in January, I have initiated talks with a friendly attorney who will assist us with the Road Accident Fund claim. This is more for Mom and her friend than myself. However, the amount of paper work required is frightening! Going to take me a few weeks to get it all together. But I know it's a long slow process, so will just keep at it.
With regards the new job, it's also slow going. Major problem is that the company cannot afford to pay me what I want at this time (want = need as a minimum). So for now I am doing some stuff for them in the background. I'm hoping to bring in a new client, who will buy a plant, that way I can earn a 10% commission (or more if I can wangle it) and use that to get rid of my bond, which means I can then work for a smaller salary! here's hoping I can pull this off!
This is my latest post on my facebook status:-
That said, there has been a whole lot going on here.
Matriarch, is settling in well in her apartment, and you can see improvement everyday in her walking and use of her arm. Added to that, she has started complaining about stupid little things again, so we know she's getting better.
Queenie is unchanged. Still drives me up the wall with her querkie things she does, but that's just who she is. I suppose we can't all be "normal"! Not that's she's abnormal, but she has "habits" which are just crazy. We think she's a bit OCD - and that explains a lot of why she does these little things she does!
GMan has decided he's going to the UK. Initially I thought it was a good thing, a) It would get him out of this bad environment he has got himself entrenched into, and away from the whole poker scene, and loan sharks, etc., b) It would get him away from the "girlfriend". Every other day he's telling us she's moving out, they have broken up, etc., but she's still there, still around.
So a) is on the button, b) is way off the mark. The girlfriends mom lives in the UK, with the new husband, and she's going to be going over to stay with them, and look for a job as well, and apply for a work permit / study permit / residency on the basis that her family are now resident in the UK. SO, instead of getting away from her, they going together. Ah well, it's his choice and his life. He plans to work as a dealer in the more legal gambling dens in London, London area. Apparently they pay quite well, and he will be staying (so he says) with another dealer friend who comes from there. Will see how that pans out. Ultimately, I think he's wasting his time, and hope he will find a real job once he's there.
LuckyL - well, where to start. Work wise he is really putting his everything into his job. So much so that he now has been told he's getting a 60% increase! it's not off a big base, but it was also not expected. Only worry I have is that come the end of the year he might not want to stop working, and go to varsity. But for now, I'm not giving him that option - and I plan to stick to that! He's also still enjoying the bikes (on and off road), but apart from me, does not have anyone to ride with him on-road. So he's getting a bit disillusioned. It's no fun just riding to work every now and then on the bike. He wants to get out on a Sunday and burn up some miles, and it's not always fun doing it with Dad.
With GMan deciding to go overseas, they have given up their apartment, moved all of the girlfriends stuff into storage, and moved GMan's meager belongings into our place. Amongst his stuff is a big flat screen TV, a Playstation 3, and some other odds and ends. He also has a PVR Decoder. SO LuckyL and I installed the PVR into the lounge, and took my DSTV decoder up to our bedroom. We then, with much hassle, got the DSTV people to connect the second unit as a dual view so we have 2 x DSTV but only pay one subscription plus a nominal R60 a month for the second. It's worth it. We did all the rewiring through the roof ourselves, and had to redo, retry various options till we got it right. Then we split the cable going from the Lounge to the bedroom, and fed a line off it to LuckyL's bedroom. He has GMan's big flat screen set up there, and he has a "boom" channel changer. So, now when we go to bed at night, if the Princess wants to watch the end of a story, she can watch it in the room, with her own decoder, and can change channels there. LuckyL can watch DSTV from his room, via the downstairs decoder, and using the "Boom" channel changer, can change the channels from his room! Great stuff, especially for now with winter on our doorstep. Rather lie in a nice warm bed at night to watch a bit of TV, than sit downstairs in the lounge!!!
In the news recently has been quite a bit of interesting stuff. The Joe Public court case against the State and Sanral to stop the eTolling of our highways was successful! Well, to the point that they could not start tolling us yet, until further court action takes place, or the State find an alternative means to fund the "new" roads. And following this, the Sunday papers were full of information of who would be benefiting from the tolling - and it seems the ANC has more than just a small part in this. Talk about corruption! These Muther Farkrrs have taken it to a whole new level! And the way they plead ignorance to the fact is so pathetic. Just because the masses are too stupid to see through their act they think everyone will believe their drivel. Bunch of farking morons! From the president down to the sweeper in the Home affairs department. Complete farking morons.
Ok, go that off my chest.
Another interesting bit of news was some FHM model who was (again) sexually harassed by some kaffir! And the tweeted something about it, but used the word k@&&!r. And immediately the whole world took her on, FHM withdrew her position / nomination / status as MISS FHM 2011, and some of her sponsors withdrew their sponsorships as well. OK, they don't want to be associated with some one who uses the word k@&&!r. I get that. But nowhere has anyone said anything about that fucking k@&&!r that sexually harassed her! And to me that is the bigger issue here! You can sexually harass a woman, but she can't be calling you names, and especially not k@&&!r - because that's just not PC. Well fuck you very much world! It's like saying it's not rape if the attacker used a condom!!! Interestingly enough, another model (a darkie in this case) attacked her (tweeting - not physically) and made even more serious racial attackes!!! But I suppose because she's a previously disadvantaged k@&&!r, and was reacting to a "very serious racial slur" it will be accepted and forgiven!
Another interesting position in SA now is the Dept. of Education looking at banning cellphones from schools. There are many pro's and con's to this argument, which I am not going to expand on here, but suffice to say I think it goes against our constitutional rights to even consider this banning. In today's time, communication and the ability to contact parents is a fundamental right, if not necessity, for any school pupil.
With regards the accident we were involved in in January, I have initiated talks with a friendly attorney who will assist us with the Road Accident Fund claim. This is more for Mom and her friend than myself. However, the amount of paper work required is frightening! Going to take me a few weeks to get it all together. But I know it's a long slow process, so will just keep at it.
With regards the new job, it's also slow going. Major problem is that the company cannot afford to pay me what I want at this time (want = need as a minimum). So for now I am doing some stuff for them in the background. I'm hoping to bring in a new client, who will buy a plant, that way I can earn a 10% commission (or more if I can wangle it) and use that to get rid of my bond, which means I can then work for a smaller salary! here's hoping I can pull this off!
This is my latest post on my facebook status:-
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Education - South African style
So, front page of The Star, 29 June 2011 - Headlines read:-
Many of our kids can't read or write!
Following on dismal matric results over the past few years, some intelligent person stated that the reason for this is poor education at primary level. Of course no one would believe this, but they did do a national test on Grade 3 and 6 pupils, at government schools, and found that in fact, most of these pupils cannot read or write, arithmetic is a non-entity! And for most of those who could "read" that had no comprehension of what they were reading - basically mouthing words based on recognition of the letters!!!
And they are surprised! Why? We have been under the new regime since 1994. That's 17 years. Most of the kids writing matric this year were bone under the new regime. So, they can't blame apartheid education for the dismal performance - although I am sure they will. They will claim that the system could not be fixed over night. OK, I'll buy that. But then, the kids in grade 3 started school 3 years ago, 14 years after the so called first democratic elections, and those in grade 6, 11 years after the so called FDE!
Apart from the fact that they have tried various forms of schooling (most of which failed elsewhere in the world before we tried them) and kept changing policy and process on an ongoing basis, apart from the fact that most of the teachers (especially in the rural schools) are under qualified, what other excuses can they have?
The basis of all of the above failures is, as far as I am concerned, the lack of respect for the school function from the parents down to the pupils. The fact that teachers will strike at the most critical times of the schooling year for better salaries, and that many of them only go to the school so as to qualify to collect their pay packets at the end of the month. Half of those morons would struggle to man a toll booth, never mind teach kids! I was "served" by a PDI yesterday in a shop in Pretoria. This young lady (probably around 18 - 20 years old) had no idea what she was doing. i don't care if you are new at your job. If you ring up 2 x pies, (at R12.50 each) and the till shows a grand total of R12.50, don't argue with the client that it must be right, it's fucking wrong. And when you looking for the bar code on the bottle of milk so as to scan it - it's that funny block filled with lots of little lines, why did you have to rotate the bottle 4 times (right around - 4 x 360 deg revolutions) in front of the scanner hoping it would find the bar code you obviously could not!!!
This person is definitely a product of the new regime education system, and is, in my humble opinion, unemployable! In fact, she would struggle to work in our home as a domestic - the Princess would never get past day 1 with her around!!!
So, back to the primary school kids. This tested generation then, is, for all intents and purposes, another "lost generation"! There is no way that the grade 6 kids can be brought up to speed now, they barely have 6 years left at school, and are now going into the geography, History, Mathematics, Physics domains - these teachers have not got the time to teach them to read, write, and do basic maths!
The grade 3 kids, if held back for a year, and given special catch up tutoring, might have a chance. I am willing to bet that most of the kids who did in fact pass the test will come from mainly White and Indian homes. Reason:- Cause those parents care, they try to assist, make sure the kids go to school regularly, do their homework, AND - most of all - have respect for their teachers.
And therein lies the fundamental problem with our country. There is no respect. Kids don't have self respect, have no respect for their parents, peers, or teachers! If there is no respect, you don't take them seriously, so don't learn anything - and become another Julius Malema - come to think of it, we might have a generation of potential politicians in the making!!!!
Salagatle!
Many of our kids can't read or write!
Following on dismal matric results over the past few years, some intelligent person stated that the reason for this is poor education at primary level. Of course no one would believe this, but they did do a national test on Grade 3 and 6 pupils, at government schools, and found that in fact, most of these pupils cannot read or write, arithmetic is a non-entity! And for most of those who could "read" that had no comprehension of what they were reading - basically mouthing words based on recognition of the letters!!!
And they are surprised! Why? We have been under the new regime since 1994. That's 17 years. Most of the kids writing matric this year were bone under the new regime. So, they can't blame apartheid education for the dismal performance - although I am sure they will. They will claim that the system could not be fixed over night. OK, I'll buy that. But then, the kids in grade 3 started school 3 years ago, 14 years after the so called first democratic elections, and those in grade 6, 11 years after the so called FDE!
Apart from the fact that they have tried various forms of schooling (most of which failed elsewhere in the world before we tried them) and kept changing policy and process on an ongoing basis, apart from the fact that most of the teachers (especially in the rural schools) are under qualified, what other excuses can they have?
The basis of all of the above failures is, as far as I am concerned, the lack of respect for the school function from the parents down to the pupils. The fact that teachers will strike at the most critical times of the schooling year for better salaries, and that many of them only go to the school so as to qualify to collect their pay packets at the end of the month. Half of those morons would struggle to man a toll booth, never mind teach kids! I was "served" by a PDI yesterday in a shop in Pretoria. This young lady (probably around 18 - 20 years old) had no idea what she was doing. i don't care if you are new at your job. If you ring up 2 x pies, (at R12.50 each) and the till shows a grand total of R12.50, don't argue with the client that it must be right, it's fucking wrong. And when you looking for the bar code on the bottle of milk so as to scan it - it's that funny block filled with lots of little lines, why did you have to rotate the bottle 4 times (right around - 4 x 360 deg revolutions) in front of the scanner hoping it would find the bar code you obviously could not!!!
This person is definitely a product of the new regime education system, and is, in my humble opinion, unemployable! In fact, she would struggle to work in our home as a domestic - the Princess would never get past day 1 with her around!!!
So, back to the primary school kids. This tested generation then, is, for all intents and purposes, another "lost generation"! There is no way that the grade 6 kids can be brought up to speed now, they barely have 6 years left at school, and are now going into the geography, History, Mathematics, Physics domains - these teachers have not got the time to teach them to read, write, and do basic maths!
The grade 3 kids, if held back for a year, and given special catch up tutoring, might have a chance. I am willing to bet that most of the kids who did in fact pass the test will come from mainly White and Indian homes. Reason:- Cause those parents care, they try to assist, make sure the kids go to school regularly, do their homework, AND - most of all - have respect for their teachers.
And therein lies the fundamental problem with our country. There is no respect. Kids don't have self respect, have no respect for their parents, peers, or teachers! If there is no respect, you don't take them seriously, so don't learn anything - and become another Julius Malema - come to think of it, we might have a generation of potential politicians in the making!!!!
Salagatle!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Road rage? What road rage......?
So, every day in the traffic, there are morons who believe themselves to be above the law, and flaunt the day to day basic traffic rules. This is not limited to any colour, race, sex, or religious persuasion. It would seem that traffic violations are considered as acceptable, and so everyone is in a free for all mode. Fair enough, that's why so many of them are in accidents and maimed / killed.... Like I could care - unless it affects me!!!
So, at one intersection in particular, there is 3 lanes. RHlane is turn left only. Middle lane is straight, and LHlane is straight or turn left...... I always do the queue, in the middle lane. I always see the morons who fly up the RHlane, and then squeeze into the straight going traffic. It pisses me off, but more so the morons who give them a gap. Till I get to the front!
When I am in the front, waiting for the traffic light to change, I watch the clowns that think they coming through. As soon as the light changes, I pace them, and ensure they cant squeeze in, and they are then forced to stop in the middle of the intersection, hoping someone will let them in, and usually some one does. Till this morning. This dumb fuck kaffir decides to try and out run me, in a little Opel Corsa Lite. 3 Adults in the car. Needless to say he cant, so he just comes across, nearly sideswiping my car!!! I veer to the left, pass him, swerve in front of him, and LOCK UP THE BRAKES!!!! You want to try and bump me out of the way, try and stop now!!! CUNT!!!
Then I switch off the engine, get out, walk over to him and fuck slap his stupid face right through his open window! I tell him what he did wrong, and he apologises... continuously. I then asked him if on the weekends he goes around raping babies? Needless to say he didn't understand the question... It's easy, I say, you don't mind breaking the law with your car, you quite happy to try and smash into mine, so why wouldn't you rape babies over the weekend?
Another slap, and I left him there. His two bitch passengers never said a word. A bakkie driving past at that point, full of kaffirs looked like they wanted to slow down. A quick "Fuck off" from me kept them moving.....
Time to go get that baseball bat!!
Salagatle!
So, at one intersection in particular, there is 3 lanes. RHlane is turn left only. Middle lane is straight, and LHlane is straight or turn left...... I always do the queue, in the middle lane. I always see the morons who fly up the RHlane, and then squeeze into the straight going traffic. It pisses me off, but more so the morons who give them a gap. Till I get to the front!
When I am in the front, waiting for the traffic light to change, I watch the clowns that think they coming through. As soon as the light changes, I pace them, and ensure they cant squeeze in, and they are then forced to stop in the middle of the intersection, hoping someone will let them in, and usually some one does. Till this morning. This dumb fuck kaffir decides to try and out run me, in a little Opel Corsa Lite. 3 Adults in the car. Needless to say he cant, so he just comes across, nearly sideswiping my car!!! I veer to the left, pass him, swerve in front of him, and LOCK UP THE BRAKES!!!! You want to try and bump me out of the way, try and stop now!!! CUNT!!!
Then I switch off the engine, get out, walk over to him and fuck slap his stupid face right through his open window! I tell him what he did wrong, and he apologises... continuously. I then asked him if on the weekends he goes around raping babies? Needless to say he didn't understand the question... It's easy, I say, you don't mind breaking the law with your car, you quite happy to try and smash into mine, so why wouldn't you rape babies over the weekend?
Another slap, and I left him there. His two bitch passengers never said a word. A bakkie driving past at that point, full of kaffirs looked like they wanted to slow down. A quick "Fuck off" from me kept them moving.....
Time to go get that baseball bat!!
Salagatle!
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Bad drivers - Good citizens
So, a couple of days ago I'm on my way to work. Took a different route as I had done some other stuff before leaving and knew my usual route would be backed up.
Now, Hendrik Potgieter Drive (LIU) is notorious for the accidents that occur on this road. Many innocents killed due to speeding / drunken driving. Anyway, So I'm driving nehind 3 - 4 other cars, doing about 90 / 95 km/h in a 80 zone. A truck comes up behind, and proceeds to overtake all of us on the left! there's no lane there (it's tarred, but a yellow line). Thats for emergency vehiclae, break downs, pedestrians, cyclists......
So, as he moves up the row, there's a slow moving car in front of him. He forces his way into the traffic, passes the slow mover, and then bombs ahead again in the yellow lane.
The funny part was when I got to the next trafic light, I found myself right behind him, so he had made no real progress anyway. From there, to the next traffic light, same shit. Now I'm getting pissed off cause a) he's reckless and dangerous, b) he's obvoiusly speeding, and that old truck could never to an emergenct stop if it had to, and c) he's in his bosses truck, with the logo on the doors, so he's making kak for the company.
And, as it so happens, it's Guerra Steel - a local steel supply company owned and run by 3 Italian brothers.
So I write down the registration number, amke a note of the time and date and road. Direction West to East. Then I pull up next to the truck, at the next traffic light, and note a telephone number on the door. So I dial it. Until now, I was planning to email them, but this is quicker. I get through and ask for whoever is in charge of transport and drivers. He's on leave, can I put you through to a director? YES PLEASE. So I chat with Mario Guerra - Managing Director, one of the owners. Me having an Italian name, and making some small talk in the mother tongue always helps.
Anyway, he takes down the details, no problem he says, they have tracking devices on board which also monitor speeds etc. So he can check, and if verified, he will have a disciplinary! He takes doen my number, and says if need be can he call on me? no Problem, I'll be there like a flash!
Done - that's my Lead SA bit for the week!
Salagatle!
Now, Hendrik Potgieter Drive (LIU) is notorious for the accidents that occur on this road. Many innocents killed due to speeding / drunken driving. Anyway, So I'm driving nehind 3 - 4 other cars, doing about 90 / 95 km/h in a 80 zone. A truck comes up behind, and proceeds to overtake all of us on the left! there's no lane there (it's tarred, but a yellow line). Thats for emergency vehiclae, break downs, pedestrians, cyclists......
So, as he moves up the row, there's a slow moving car in front of him. He forces his way into the traffic, passes the slow mover, and then bombs ahead again in the yellow lane.
The funny part was when I got to the next trafic light, I found myself right behind him, so he had made no real progress anyway. From there, to the next traffic light, same shit. Now I'm getting pissed off cause a) he's reckless and dangerous, b) he's obvoiusly speeding, and that old truck could never to an emergenct stop if it had to, and c) he's in his bosses truck, with the logo on the doors, so he's making kak for the company.
And, as it so happens, it's Guerra Steel - a local steel supply company owned and run by 3 Italian brothers.
So I write down the registration number, amke a note of the time and date and road. Direction West to East. Then I pull up next to the truck, at the next traffic light, and note a telephone number on the door. So I dial it. Until now, I was planning to email them, but this is quicker. I get through and ask for whoever is in charge of transport and drivers. He's on leave, can I put you through to a director? YES PLEASE. So I chat with Mario Guerra - Managing Director, one of the owners. Me having an Italian name, and making some small talk in the mother tongue always helps.
Anyway, he takes down the details, no problem he says, they have tracking devices on board which also monitor speeds etc. So he can check, and if verified, he will have a disciplinary! He takes doen my number, and says if need be can he call on me? no Problem, I'll be there like a flash!
Done - that's my Lead SA bit for the week!
Salagatle!
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Update on post
My previous post refers, I just got an sms from the young lady's sister, who also called and threatened him!!!!, and it reads as follows:-
SORRY MR DON'T DO IT.I THINK IM NEVER DO IT AGAIN I SORRY PLEASE
In the meantime, my Lebanese friend is getting me the details as requested. Maybe take a drive this weekend, go find me some knee caps to add to my collection in my bar.
This lady (the one who got the sms), will beat the crap out of him if she finds him. Probably he should be more worried about her than me and her dad!!! She's an awesome child, but takes no prisoners!!!
Salagatle!
SORRY MR DON'T DO IT.I THINK IM NEVER DO IT AGAIN I SORRY PLEASE
In the meantime, my Lebanese friend is getting me the details as requested. Maybe take a drive this weekend, go find me some knee caps to add to my collection in my bar.
This lady (the one who got the sms), will beat the crap out of him if she finds him. Probably he should be more worried about her than me and her dad!!! She's an awesome child, but takes no prisoners!!!
Salagatle!
Harrasment - and me.....
So, I have a few friends and family on facebook. I also have the kids of some friends linked. Special kids, dear to me.Two of them (sisters) are studying at Uni far from home. I keep in touch with these girls as they truly are dear to me.
Herewith the latest Facebook post from one of them:-
Herewith the latest Facebook post from one of them:-
same guy keeps phoning me @ 4am in the morn! i dnt knw him, so i hang up & he kps phoning-had 2 hang up 17 times ths morn, & he stil ddnt gt the pic! had 2 turn me phone off 2 get him 2 stop! i must say, im freaked out :(
Herewith my comment:-
Does his number show up? If not, ask dad to get hold of your service provider, and tell them to pull a report. They will be able to see the nukber. The n we can go kneecap him. I'm serious!
And her dads comment:-
Do u see his number if so give it to me
And then I get this sms from her dad:-
Just spoke 2 the kaffir 2 numbers 078 047 0061 nd 076 564 1276 ur turn.
So I call this fucker. And I warned him that if he ever calls this young lady again, I will hunt him down and kill him. He said something about being sorry - wrong number - what what, I said fuck you, no one dials the wrong number 17 times at god knows what hour of the morning by mistake. Final warning - I will find you and kill you.
Then I call the second number. It's the same cunt! So, I repeat the warnings, now I'm seriously pissed off cause you don't make the same mistake with two different phones (according to me!) Last warning you fuck - I will feed you to my dogs!
Then I called my mate back, and offered to try and get this kaffirs name, ID Number and address, and he said ok. Thats the easy part. We also agreed to call hi again in a few hours, and again maybe in the morning - say at around 3 am, 4 am.....
I have a Lebanese friend who is so connected he can find any information he wants. These numbers will go to him, and I am sure I will have all the kaffirs details by noon. Any one of you out there have fuckall to do today, call this doos, and give him a warning too. My pleasure!!!!
Salagatle!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Taking back our streets
So, we are continuously being told that we need to "Take back our streets / neighborhoods", from the criminals, usually easier said than done, as I am not legally allowed to own and carry any firearm (due to previous indiscretions) unlike the criminals who are known to carry anything up to fully automatic, military issue rifles!!
Anyway, one thing that really burns my arse, and it happens more and more, is people, of all colors, ages and sexes, who don't stop at stop streets. For some, the stop sign is totally non existent! I'm thinking, one day you going to smash into another car / bike / dog / fuckknowswhat, and then what you going to tell Mommy / Daddy / the Insurance guy?
I usually just get behind them, flash my lights, and wave a finger warning them. They usually ignore me, tell me to fuck off, or just show me their middle finger.... Ah, kids....!?!?!
Last Friday night, as usual, I had been to the club for the weekly draw (prize money now up to ZAR5000, so it's worth going for). I left about 10 past 7, as the Princess and I were going for dinner with her boss and his wife. I turned left out of the premises, and immediately saw a vehicle approaching from behind, traveling too fast to stop. He didn't. As he sped past me, a local minibus taxi driven by a local minibus kamikaze pilot of previously disadvantaged breeding, i flashed my headlights at him as a warning. Usually this causes the drivers to at least slow right down to an "almost stop" at the next stop street. Not this guy. Straight through without even touching his brakes. I followed him, stopping where required, and then catching up. The next stop, same thing. By now I'm getting seriously pissed off. The next stop street he has to stop, as there is traffic crossing. he then crosses over, and turns left into a filling station. he parks there to one side. He's come to collect the staff who work at the local Pick'nPay, (LIU), who have just knocked off from work. So I follow him, and pull up in front of his taxi. i get out, walk around my car and show him to roll down his window. At this point he has no idea whats going on. As the window bottoms out, I reach him, lean into the taxi and give him a klap (LIU) for hell, right across his left ear! He's stunned.....
I keep slapping his head as I take him to task, about who he thinks he is not having to stop at stop street? if he wants to drive like that he better do it in Soweto, not here in my streets? if he knocks down one of my kids I'll be forced to kill him....! All this time he's looking completely stunned, probably a good whack on the ear the first time round, and does not retaliate at all. i also notice that I now have an audience of probably 25 - 30 darkies watching me. All the staff from the Pick'nPay, as well as the filling station employees. And the only other white person near to me is a big, very big Dutchman, who had got out of his car, and walked closer, kind of "watching my back"!
I lean into the taxi again, take out the keys and throw them into the back of his vehicle somewhere, turn around and get back into my car, and leave. Not a word said, no one came to help the driver. Nada!
Some guys think I was a bit reckless, insofar as if he took my number plate details (or anyone for that matter) they could trace me and file a complaint at the local police station. I suppose they could. But I don't think they did. And if it comes to that, I'll address that problem in turn. For now, I'm sure there is one taxi driver who will stop at the stop streets in my neighborhood, just in case that crazy white guy is around. Doos!!!
Salagatle!
Anyway, one thing that really burns my arse, and it happens more and more, is people, of all colors, ages and sexes, who don't stop at stop streets. For some, the stop sign is totally non existent! I'm thinking, one day you going to smash into another car / bike / dog / fuckknowswhat, and then what you going to tell Mommy / Daddy / the Insurance guy?
I usually just get behind them, flash my lights, and wave a finger warning them. They usually ignore me, tell me to fuck off, or just show me their middle finger.... Ah, kids....!?!?!
Last Friday night, as usual, I had been to the club for the weekly draw (prize money now up to ZAR5000, so it's worth going for). I left about 10 past 7, as the Princess and I were going for dinner with her boss and his wife. I turned left out of the premises, and immediately saw a vehicle approaching from behind, traveling too fast to stop. He didn't. As he sped past me, a local minibus taxi driven by a local minibus kamikaze pilot of previously disadvantaged breeding, i flashed my headlights at him as a warning. Usually this causes the drivers to at least slow right down to an "almost stop" at the next stop street. Not this guy. Straight through without even touching his brakes. I followed him, stopping where required, and then catching up. The next stop, same thing. By now I'm getting seriously pissed off. The next stop street he has to stop, as there is traffic crossing. he then crosses over, and turns left into a filling station. he parks there to one side. He's come to collect the staff who work at the local Pick'nPay, (LIU), who have just knocked off from work. So I follow him, and pull up in front of his taxi. i get out, walk around my car and show him to roll down his window. At this point he has no idea whats going on. As the window bottoms out, I reach him, lean into the taxi and give him a klap (LIU) for hell, right across his left ear! He's stunned.....
I keep slapping his head as I take him to task, about who he thinks he is not having to stop at stop street? if he wants to drive like that he better do it in Soweto, not here in my streets? if he knocks down one of my kids I'll be forced to kill him....! All this time he's looking completely stunned, probably a good whack on the ear the first time round, and does not retaliate at all. i also notice that I now have an audience of probably 25 - 30 darkies watching me. All the staff from the Pick'nPay, as well as the filling station employees. And the only other white person near to me is a big, very big Dutchman, who had got out of his car, and walked closer, kind of "watching my back"!
I lean into the taxi again, take out the keys and throw them into the back of his vehicle somewhere, turn around and get back into my car, and leave. Not a word said, no one came to help the driver. Nada!
Some guys think I was a bit reckless, insofar as if he took my number plate details (or anyone for that matter) they could trace me and file a complaint at the local police station. I suppose they could. But I don't think they did. And if it comes to that, I'll address that problem in turn. For now, I'm sure there is one taxi driver who will stop at the stop streets in my neighborhood, just in case that crazy white guy is around. Doos!!!
Salagatle!
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Bikes, cars and Kaffirs
Took my car to the panel beaters yesterday, to have all the scratches, dings, and stuff sorted out. So, for this week I'm commuting by bike (motorbike) to work and back. Not really a problem, other than it's decided to get really cold in the early mornings!!! Anyway - real bikers don't cry - they just freeze their balls off!!!
So, this morning I'm cruising down towards the city. Most of the way I'm white lining between the cars, and not going much faster than the general traffic. The advantage is when the traffic stops at a red light, I can go to the front.
At one point, I move into the clear far left lane. Great, and slide down the lane towards the next traffic light. And this lovely new Audi A4 decides to change lanes! No indicators, not looking into the rear view mirror. And this just as I was alongside, so no way I was missing him, or him missing me.
So, it's grab the clutch, and apply all the brakes, and hit the hooter, and slam into the side of the car - broadside. Control the bike, slide all along the cr, past the front, stop sideways so he cant drive away, park the bike, jump off, and onto his bonnet!! Now I'm fucking MAD AS HELL!!!!
He tries to open his door, and I see it's a big black mother fucker. So I slam the door on him. All the time I'm swearing at him, calling him every name in the book. Take a shot at whats left of his rear view mirror. Man, I am mad as hell.
Had a gun, would a shot him!!!!!
So, he gets out the car, and says "The reason you are like this is because I'm black, isn't it?"! WHAT THE FUCK? I look at him in disbelief, "No man, it's cause you fucking stupid. What the hell do you think these indicators are for? and the mirror?" CUNT!!!
"It's because I'm black, isn't it?" Is all he kept repeating. Then it dawned on me - he's puling the racist card. Here - in the middle of traffic, when he's just ridden into a biker, and thankfully not killed me, and he's using the race card as a reason for why I'm pissed off!
The short answer would have been - "Yes - it's all because you are a KAFFIR! You should be drivig a fucking tractor on a white mans farm, not an Audi in the traffic - CUNT!" (maybe not so short.)
Ther is no long answer. However, I had a quick glance at the car. Driver side rear view mirror - hanging on wiring. RHR door and RHF door, both dinged by my crash bobbin. RHF door and RF mudguard - ripped, by my exposed sharp cylinder head fins.
Damage to the bike, what I could see, bracket holding the footrest and gearlever. Not off - cracked, so workable.
So I got on the bike and left him there with all his damage. I got no number plate on the back of the bike, so had no concerns about him finding me. Couldn't follow me either, as I weaved my way through the traffic. Not that it bothered me one way or the other. He was at fault. I just didn't feel like getting into exchanging details and stuff. Not with an ignoramus poes who plays a race card at a time like that.
Anyway, at the bike breakers shop they didn't have a replacement, but took my bracket off, sent it out, and in 30 minutes, and ZAR350 layer, I had it back, welded and polished and ready to go.
Only injury to me, that i can find so far, is a blue nail on mu LH pointing finger. Must be where I hit the rearview mirror.
DOOS!
Salagatle!
So, this morning I'm cruising down towards the city. Most of the way I'm white lining between the cars, and not going much faster than the general traffic. The advantage is when the traffic stops at a red light, I can go to the front.
At one point, I move into the clear far left lane. Great, and slide down the lane towards the next traffic light. And this lovely new Audi A4 decides to change lanes! No indicators, not looking into the rear view mirror. And this just as I was alongside, so no way I was missing him, or him missing me.
So, it's grab the clutch, and apply all the brakes, and hit the hooter, and slam into the side of the car - broadside. Control the bike, slide all along the cr, past the front, stop sideways so he cant drive away, park the bike, jump off, and onto his bonnet!! Now I'm fucking MAD AS HELL!!!!
He tries to open his door, and I see it's a big black mother fucker. So I slam the door on him. All the time I'm swearing at him, calling him every name in the book. Take a shot at whats left of his rear view mirror. Man, I am mad as hell.
Had a gun, would a shot him!!!!!
So, he gets out the car, and says "The reason you are like this is because I'm black, isn't it?"! WHAT THE FUCK? I look at him in disbelief, "No man, it's cause you fucking stupid. What the hell do you think these indicators are for? and the mirror?" CUNT!!!
"It's because I'm black, isn't it?" Is all he kept repeating. Then it dawned on me - he's puling the racist card. Here - in the middle of traffic, when he's just ridden into a biker, and thankfully not killed me, and he's using the race card as a reason for why I'm pissed off!
The short answer would have been - "Yes - it's all because you are a KAFFIR! You should be drivig a fucking tractor on a white mans farm, not an Audi in the traffic - CUNT!" (maybe not so short.)
Ther is no long answer. However, I had a quick glance at the car. Driver side rear view mirror - hanging on wiring. RHR door and RHF door, both dinged by my crash bobbin. RHF door and RF mudguard - ripped, by my exposed sharp cylinder head fins.
Damage to the bike, what I could see, bracket holding the footrest and gearlever. Not off - cracked, so workable.
So I got on the bike and left him there with all his damage. I got no number plate on the back of the bike, so had no concerns about him finding me. Couldn't follow me either, as I weaved my way through the traffic. Not that it bothered me one way or the other. He was at fault. I just didn't feel like getting into exchanging details and stuff. Not with an ignoramus poes who plays a race card at a time like that.
Anyway, at the bike breakers shop they didn't have a replacement, but took my bracket off, sent it out, and in 30 minutes, and ZAR350 layer, I had it back, welded and polished and ready to go.
Only injury to me, that i can find so far, is a blue nail on mu LH pointing finger. Must be where I hit the rearview mirror.
DOOS!
Salagatle!
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