When guns become outlawed

Johannesburg - Music star Zola, who played a gangster in the Oscar-winning film Tsotsi, has urged South Africa to back a UN-driven accord aimed at controlling weapons worldwide.

Zola said weak gun restrictions fed crime and drug addiction among teens in poverty-stricken communities.

"You have to look at how guns and drugs end up in the communities. These kids aren't bringing them to Soweto.

"But they get into drugs, crave them and then go into the streets hunting.

"Ordinary people on the street are terrified because someone could rob you," he said at an anti-weapons drive launched by lobbyists on Thursday.

Armed robberies against businesses have increased 32% in the past year while hijackings occurred at a rate of more than one every hour, official SA figures show.

"We don't know, sitting at traffic lights or in our driveways, if it's safe or if someone might put a gun to your head," said Zola.

Zola has enjoyed enormous success on the SA music scene and still lives in Soweto, like his character in Tsotsi.

Failure to sign could cost country

He was speaking at an event organised by the international arms control campaign that counts Amnesty, Oxfam and Archbishop Desmond Tutu among its supporters, ahead of a UN meeting on a resolution to ban the sale of weapons that fuel conflict.

SA has its own arms control laws and has yet to commit to back the resolution.

Extract taken from News24.co.za

The problem here is that controlling legal guns more strictly only makes illegal guns all the more dangerous. The children of Soweto do not go into an arms dealer, ask to buy a gun and get turned away due to effective gun laws. They get ILLEGAL guns. How will stricter gun laws impact illegal guns?

Secondly, as with drug laws, the question of personal freedom is raised. Certainly having a kid on crack is not much fun, but it's not about the drugs or the guns. It is about ultimate power granted to the authorities. Authorities who see it fit to change the names of places in my country without giving 2 shits about 800 000 of my people leaving the country last year. This is nearly a million people who are very highly qualified, but too white to work. Apartheid is over. We aren't going anywhere. We can and will make South Africa a better place, but we need the opportunity to do so. If this means we have to tote guns to keep the criminal element in their place, so be it. Disarming citizens will only make matters worse!

He who lives by the sword, gets shot by he who doesn't.

When guns become outlawed, only outlaws will have guns!

Human rights should be humane first

Vereeniging - "Democracy is to hear what the people say. A referendum regarding the death penalty must be held now," says Judge Gerhardus Hattingh.

"All right-thinking South Africans, brown, black or white, want the death penalty to be re-introduced," said the judge in sentencing three young men for the murder of Makgabo Matlala, granddaughter of Transvaal Judge-President Bernard Ngoepe.

Johannes Siphiwe Molefe, 22, was sentenced to two life terms for rape and murder, and 20 years' for robbery.

Lucky Ndlovu, 21, received a life sentence for murder, two life terms for repeated rape, and 20 years' for robbery.

Steve Tsietsi Mhlanga, 22, was sentenced to 20 years' imprisonment for robbery and 10 years for taking part in the crime. The sentences will run concurrently.

Referred to constitution

Judge Hattingh said a true democracy was to listen to the people. The time had now arrived, he said.

In passing sentence, he referred to the constitution, which stated every person had the right to life. The Constitutional Court ruled in 1995 that the death penalty was unconstitutional.

He said if the constitution made provision for the right to life, it also should make provision that the life of murderers - who took the life of others - should be taken.

"If all else fails, the constitution should be rewritten. What the people want must triumph.

"That's why a referendum regarding the death penalty must take place."

He said the people had to be given an opportunity to be heard; not just a few in high positions who made sentimental remarks about the compassion they had for crime victims.

Rosy future is 'nonsense'

Hattingh said he had earlier read with "shock and dismay" reports which quoted Safety and Security Minister Charles Nqakula as saying crime was declining and the country's future was rosy.

Judge Hattingh said he had to tread carefully, but continued: "With respect - that's nonsense.

"Every time crime statistics are announced, the opportunity is also taken to announce what's going to happen to curb crime.

"Not a lot has happened."

The judge said he wasn't allowed to move into the political arena, but he had to deliver judgment.

"I took an oath. It's my duty and my job. No one can tell a judge how he has to pass sentence, but it has to be judicial."

He said the government had to get a lot of blame for not being able to stop the crime wave rippling through the country.

He also criticised the fact that the sentences would run concurrently.

Must spend 40 years in jail

Judge Hattingh told State advocate Elbie Leonard SC the application of the judicial system was "sick" and the State should re-address it, because to sentence someone to different terms of imprisonment was "just of academic interest."

The judge ruled that they could be eligible for parole only after 40 years in prison.

"Maybe you will be respectable by then," said Judge Hattingh.
Taken from News24.co.za
By now it should be clear to you that my views on racial relations are not exactly positive. But for the love of the gods, look at that man in the picture. My heart bleeds when I see anyone in that position. What kind of justice is there for a man like that who lost his son to savagery? NOTHING can bring back his son. What do these savages get in return for committing a deed that is characteristic of animals in the wild? A life in prison with free food, a free bed and a free gym contract. Certainly, they can't come and go as they please ( at least that is what the idea is), but who has to pay for this less luxurious life? THATS RIGHT!! Mr Matlala and other tax payers.

This fucks me off and makes me de-bliksem in. Gas the fucking tsotsi's!! South Africa and the world will be a better place without them. Mr Matlala will not get his son back, but at least he will have the peace of mind that the fuckers won't be back. Dead men commit no crimes.

Ubaba Matlala, namlhanye siyakhala. (That's poor isiZulu for "Mister Matlala, we are crying together today.")

No more tsotsi's! No more crime! Simple as that.

Who is this Tutu guy and why do I like him?

Motshegoa said" "We can't allow Tutu to undermine decisions that are taken within constitutional structures of the ANC."
As the archbishop said, he is merely voicing his opinion. I for one am very glad that someone within the ranks of the idiotic ANC has his head screwed on right. Archbishop Tutu is putting his head on the line. Why? He has nothing to gain. He is well-respected nationally and abroad for his role in maintaining peace in South Africa. I think the man knows a thing or two about both the ANC and its mindless masses, of which this Motshegoa is a prime example.

Motshegoa added: "Does Tutu think he is higher than the court that cleared Jacob Zuma, or does he think he has a better moral base than others?".The proof of the pudding is in its taste.

By the way, Zuma is cleared of a rape charge under technicalities. However, Zuma is still on trial for his role in the arms deal that has more holes in it than a Swiss cheese. Where there is smoke, there is a fire. Tutu doesn't even have a spark when it comes to spending time in court on the wrong side of the bench. That alone gives him moral leverage over Zuma.

Oh, and being archbishop is generally an indication that perhaps you do have a more moral nature than others.

But Mbeki - who could face a contest for the ruling ANC leadership next year against Zuma - said: "We must ask ourselves the question, how is it possible that children, such as the members of Cosas, feel empowered to demand that their grandfathers should 'provide us with their sexual history before they speak as experts on sexual behaviour'!"
I am not sure what to make of Oom Thabo. All I know is, this country has miraculously not gone down the drain like Zimbabwe. The economy is doing MUCH better than anyone expected. He may not be doing everything right, but he is doing something right where it matters. I am glad that he is addressing this vigilantism amongst the black youths of this country who want to toi-toi against their much wiser elders everytime they don't get their way. There is a negotiation table for a reason, and if they could string 2 reasonable sentences together they would have it at their disposal.

Mbeki asked: "How is it possible that these children become so emboldened that they can easily dismiss the views of their grandfather by describing him as "a scandalous man?".
I agree, Oom Thabo. The only scandalous man I see is Zuma, who is even trying to put a muzzle on the press. If he is innocent, why? The eyes of the world are on him, he has the press at his disposal to spread positive messages - such as the ABCT AIDS campaign. The only problem with that is the scandalous man who took a shower after sleeping with a woman who is known to have had AIDS is probably in no moral position to preach to anyone about preventing AIDS.

My instinct tells me these whippersnappers are taking bribes to cause shit. As I mentioned, Tutu has nothing to gain by stirring shit. Zuma, on the other hand, is knee-deep in the shit as it is.

He said: "What happened that inspired the very young to conclude that our national heroes are nothing more 'than loose cannons that have been 'certificated' without formal education on justice, by conspirators who have degrees in political jealousy and conspiracy'!

"What is it that gives the very young the audacity to repudiate what our senior citizens say to all of us as being nothing more than the product of 'howling voices'!"

Tutu had said in the lecture: "Our constitution, which the country's president promises to guard and uphold, guarantees to each of us the right to our point of view.

"I like Jacob Zuma as a warm, very approachable person, but he did nothing to stop his supporters (during the rape case).

"I for one would not be able to hold my head high if a person with such supporters were to become my president, someone who didn't think it was necessary to apologise for engaging in casual sex without taking proper precautions in a country that is being devastated by this horrendous HIV/Aids pandemic. What sort of example would he be setting?"
Honourable Archbishop Tutu, my head has been hanging in shame for this country ever since the ANC took over. I am a godless heathen who despises the church, but for once I can hold my head up high and say I am proud of at least one person in this country who is not afraid to take a stance against the idiots who are ruining it.
Thank you, Archbishop Tutu.

Bloggikoppi

Captain's log, stardate 030806.38 special. I've never been to this piss-up which was aptly described by a camp mate as "the gathering of the Parktown prawns of humanity". Naturally, my pale pallor does not respond favourably to extreme heat, but since this was the coldest week in the history of South Africa, I think I shall fare quite well considering. Also, being a Boere and an ex-Voor Trekkie made things easier. Give me cold beer, give me victory or give me death!

The Enterprise hosted Chancellor Greekorian and company to dinner on the first night. Our manners weren't exactly Emily Post. Aye, a few native substances of dubious origins and even lesser known destinations were to blame. Captain's note: The Funnelagon is not to be utilised at Enterprise functions any longer. Well, at least not in front of a friendly species you want to stay friendly with much longer.

Chancellor Greekorian was stationed on the premises for a scouting expedition to ensure that we blend in better. The natives speak an incoherent mumble and seem to like repeating the name of their planet in an alternating fashion. Like me, their favour ( and sometimes favours har har) are easily won over by giving them cold beer, giving them victory, or in extreme cases, giving them symbolic death.

We embarked on an expedition to find the purest Metal the planet has to offer. Since they had Architectorians of Aggressionius in abundance, this was easy to come by. Captain fears his friendly courtship with the natives resulted in a sprained thumb. At least the natives were easy and free with the cold beer, the victory and not that easy on the deaths, symbolic or otherwise. We found a sign that translates roughly as no pass outs!. Passing out is not facilitated by the layout of the planet, which is in a word er.. sketchy. Passing out is attempted roughly three times, but alas the captain can't find The Enterprise again and circles the vicinity like an asteroid around Uranus. No pun intended. Come on, that was old in the twentieth century already. After removing enough of the local thorn saplings from his jean pant to feed a bovine farm on the home planet, the captain walks into The Enteprise with an uncompromising and rather unceremonious thud. Victory for Morpheus, at last!


Captain's log , stardate 040806.22.
We have established that Chancellor Greekorian has started his own band to blend in with the locals better. He has been hiding this fact from us, and considering the amount of Funnelagon and dubious substances him and his crew have been consuming, we still don't believe him. We meet the Fellowship and they laugh at the Captain for his lack of navigation skills. The Captain decides he is hungry and leads a hunting expedition in a misguided attempt to settle this dispute over his navigation skills once and for all. Commander Wernerian goes on a hunting expedition of a different kind and returns with 2 native females. Groovy!

There is a camp ( very camp camp) next to us. They made their presence known by wandering blindly into our village one by one shouting: I am the only gay in this village!. Chancellor Greekorian, in his diplomatic genius, decided that the correct response is the salute of the YMCA. This results in an elaborate ceremony from the home planet known as Pig-Out. The neighbours like their Metal so we had much to discuss and trade. More groovy!

One of the native females tries to involve me in a mating ceremony by putting handcuffs on me. Way, way groovy! After this it gets a bit blurry. I think some controls were jammed. That or the local shrubbery had its evil ways with me. Again. Finding The Enterprise proves less challenging this time around, since being led by the cuff, as it were. Who gets the last laugh now, fellowship?

The captian eventually escapes unscathed, once bitten and twice shy. One of our female commanders is fed a roofy Cola. Not groovy!! Somebody does not deserve ownage of his genitals. The captian goes into graphical mode and describes the various ways in which his genitalia should be removed from his person and shoved down his throat, the sick fuck.

A native female with awesome mammaries passes the captain. Captain uses his navigation skills in a command and conquer scenario for the remainder of the evening. Or morning. Or whatever. The captain's navigation kills.

Back at the Enerprise again, chancellor Greekorian informs us that we should be on the deck at high noon since him and his band will be playing. We secretly take bets as to their success, considering once again the copious amounts of Funnelagon and dubious substances they had in their systems. Local currency. Groovy!


Captain's log, stardate 06-08-06. The captain is getting confused with the dates on this strange planet. The captain and Chancellor Greekorian embark on a tentative relatively sober expedition to replenish our water supply. The captain meets an old friend but is still too wasted to recognise him off the bat. Fortunately, the old friend is just as wasted and apologies are accepted almost as readily as cold beer, victory or the death of hangover. Chancellor Greekorian leaves us to make ready his band. Old friend and the captain arrive roughly t 1200 seconds too late for the start of the gig. The captian loses his remainder of local currency in the bet since the gig kicks the seven hinds of one of the wildebeest of Jupiter.

Judging by the amount of red bushveld dust in his nostrils, the captain fears it is habit forming. The clear lines traced in the dust on The Enteprise is not really helping to dispose of this theory. We meet up with the fellowship again and general mayhem ensues.

Captain's note: When meeting female bandmembers, do not kiss their feet or try to hump their legs. It is bad for the morale of the men. Especially since the terrain only lends itself to dry humping. Nuff said.

The captain tries to return to the Enterprise but meets up with the camp camp for more pig-out ceremonies. General Mayhem ensues once again. It is men like he who make the fleet proud!
Captain's note: Festivals like these need more Metal! Judging by the music blasting from other cruizers, it is the preferred element for the Parktown prawn of humanity. That and Fokofpolisiecruizor ( yawn ).



Captain's log, stardate 06-08-06. This is the final cruise of the starship Enterprise under my command. This ship, and her history, will shortly become the care of another crew. To them and their posterity will we commit our future. They will continue the voyages we have begun, and journey to all the undiscovered countries, boldly going where no man, where no one... has gone before. At least not officially. The captain leaves such expeditions to Corne and Twakkie - besides, what happens in the tent, stays in the tent!

If you have been reading all of these entries, I thank you for putting up with the muddled state of affairs this third person nonsense causes. I just thought I'd give you all a glimpse of the trail of events and no doubt destruction typical of them, since the Alternative crowd does not like attending these events lately probably due to the commercial crap that takes up most of the festivities. However, a few die hards were spotted and did us proud by claiming none but cold beer, victory and death!!

DA blasts 'Dr Garlic'

Cape Town - "By the time, the Soccer World Cup comes to South Africa it will be too late for five million of us who will have to watch the games from a garlic- and beetroot-induced afterlife," says Democratic Alliance MP Dianne Kohler-Barnard.

She was referring to Health Minister Manto Tshabalala-Msimang's repeated "recipe" for defeating the Aids pandemic - eat garlic, beetroot and lemon.

However, the minister's garlic mantra did not sit well with Kohler-Barnard, who accused her also of treating the nation's doctors and nurses as her own personal army and conscripting them to "years of poorly-paid conscription" to "rat-infested hospitals".

The health minister, speaking in parliament on Tuesday in debate on her budget vote, emphasised: " Shall I repeat garlic, shall I talk about beetroot, shall I talk about lemon ... these delay the development of HIV to Aids-defining conditions, and that's the truth."

Taken from News24

If that were true, why are people still dropping like flies from something which the government denies is AIDS or HIV, or even that these 2 are linked? Are they dying of laughter at the government's monkey business? That is the only other viable cause of death I envisage besides a garlic-glazed pallor.

In recent reports, the same er..Doctor who professes her faith for the efficiency of garlic, beet root and probably astrology for the cure of AIDS has been begging for handouts from the UN.

Health Minister Manto Tshabalala-Msimang said: "Our view is that external funding must be co-ordinated through government structures to achieve better outcomes."

That is admitting to incompetence, unequivically. We can't sort out our own problems because our government is too busy raising it's own salary by 7,5%, yet we can't afford to combat AIDS? Oh wait, we don't know what AIDS is, nevermind combat it.

On the other side, I find relief in the fact that the government refuses to do much about AIDS. The filthy bastards who try and mug me all the time are sure to meet their doom at the hands of their own elected government. Maybe the government is not as daft as everyone thinks and this cutting power to Cape Town and letting people die of AIDS is a clever way of making South Africa a proud holiday destination for the world.

I wish I could gas the lot of them - government, hijackers, carguards and the lot. They should make it mandatory for a er.. doctor who professes the efficiency of garlic against AIDS to be injected with HIV ( what? it's not AIDS, why worry?) then heal herself with her garlic and beet root salad. BRING BACK PUBLIC EXECUTIONS!!!

KING CRIMSON - Eyes Wide Open (2 DVD set of live performances

I am glad this Art Rock masterpiece is certified “A” by the moral watch dogs at F.P.B. Thanks to their sniffing about, the chaotic fury and harshness of reality are now completely tame. Children can mature into fully grown pansies without suspecting the existence of even an ounce of evil in the world. Imagine the surprise their first inner city mugging will provide. It will also have a soothing effect to whoever finds my collection of severed heads, my collection of unrated (and certainly uncertifiable) plush Cthulhu toys and my collection of Asian midget minor porn to see an all-ages DVD basking in a halo of certified, restricted sanctity at my pad. Ah, Asian midget minors. They grow up so fast, but how can you tell?


At least for the time being, my lair of hedonistic indulgement remains undiscovered and the world remains a safer place thanks to F.P.B and censorship in general. You may settle down and allow KING CRIMSON to unleash their sonic debauchery in the comfort of your own home - even in front of the kids. If you are prepared to accept that they have left the court of the Crimson King decades ago, it is absolutely brilliant. This DVD set has it all: the clinical precision of the band who humbles pop bands like TOOL to this very day, unbridled improvisations reminding one of mankind's feral days before censorship, musicians who literally strangle sounds from their instruments and even newly invented instruments. Their brand of calculated chaos testifies of one thing - this is a band who has never spoken the word compromise. Add a hint of Fripp's famous enigma wrapped inside a mystery persona and a dash of the "Ghost in the Shell" factor which causes random tracks every time you play it, and you wonder how they managed to fit it all on only 2 DVDs. It also makes me wonder how many DVDs the uncensored version would require, and how good that one must have been. Perhaps the universe is not ready for a second Big Bang and 2 DVDs cramped with sheer genius will have to suffice for us mere mortals. Experience the delight of brilliant ideas executed perfectly. From beginning to end and back to square one - this is not reinventing the wheel but travelling completely in a different dimension. Censored or not, it is bound to be a bumpy ride. Take your vertigo pills, secure your safety belts and indulge.

drop it like it's a Ghoff 

Rise of the Killer Ostriches

Ostrich attacks doctor
George - A doctor from Oudtshoorn had to know how to pedal on New Year's Eve when an ostrich in rut flew at him on a mountain bike route winding through a game reserve at the Klein Brak River.

Dr Jaco Jordaan, 38, and his wife Lorette, 36, were both participating in the Grabadoo mountain bike, road bike and walk/run event when they rode through an ostrich camp at the Botlierskop Game Reserve.

Bystanders said the ostrich had apparently been standing around all morning, looking curiously at the cyclists.

Jordaan said the ostrich "suddenly" attacked her husband about 20m metres before the gate of this camp. "I saw the ostrich standing there. All at once he darted straight at Jaco. I got such a fright, perhaps because I saw everything happening.

"He kicked Jaco on the calf - luckily it was not serious. I think I got a bigger fright than my husband,"' she told Die Burger on Tuesday.



Ladies and gentleman, the end is nigh. First there were reports of man eating chickens prowling the Serengeti. Next, there was an uprising of Chimpanzee's demanding voting rights following the mapping of the human gene. It showed remarkable similarities to our primate cousins, and they used that as motivation. Following this, a pack of French poodles urinating on that most phallic of French icons, the Eiffel tower.

Now it seems the birds are sending their biggest cousin to kick us - homo sapiens, the top of the food chain - when we are down. It is only a manner of time before the insects comprehend what is going on. Our days on this earth are numbered.