Fun with Potholes

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PEOPLE ARE AWESOME 2013 - 2014

Awesome Tips

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My South Africa

“My South Africa is the working-class man who called from the airport to return my wallet without a cent missing. It is the white woman who put all three of her domestic worker’s children through the same school that her own child attended. It is the politician in one of our rural provinces, Mpumalanga, who returned his salary to the government as a statement that standing with the poor had to bemore than just a few words. It is the teacher who worked after school hours every day during the public sector strike to ensure her children did not miss out on learning. My South Africa is the first-year university student in Bloemfontein who took all the gifts she received for her birthday and donated them – with the permission of the givers – to a home for children in an Aids village. It is the people hurt by racist acts who find it in their hearts to publicly forgive the perpetrators. It is the group of farmers in Paarl who started a top school for the children of farm workers to ensure they got the best education possible while their parents toiled in the vineyards. It is the farmer’s wife in Viljoenskroon who created an education and training centre for the wives of farm labourers so that they could gain the advanced skills required to operate accredited early-learning centers for their own and other children. My South Africa is that little white boy at a decent school in the Eastern Cape who decided to teach the black boys in the community to play cricket, and to fit them all out with the togs required to play the gentelman’s game. It is the two black street children in Durban, caught on camera, who put their spare change in the condensed milk tin of a white beggar. It is the Johannesburg pastor who opened up his church as a place of shelter for illegal immigrants. It is the Afrikaner woman from Boksburg who nailed the white guy who shot and killed one of South Africa’s greatest freedom fighters outside hishome. My South Africa is the man who went to prison for 27 years and came out embracing his captors, thereby releasing them from their impending misery. It is the activist priest who dived into a crowd of angry people to rescue a woman from a sure necklacing. It is the former police chief who fell to his knees to wash the feet of Mamelodi women whose sons disappeared on his watch; it is the women who forgave him in his act of contrition. It is the Cape Town university psychologist who interviewed the ‘Prime Evil’ in Pretoria Centre and came away with emotional attachment, even empathy, for the human being who did such terrible things under apartheid. My South Africa is the quiet, dignified, determined township mother from Langa who straightened her back during the years of oppression and decided that her struggle was to raise decent children, insist that they learn, and ensure that they not succumb to bitterness or defeat in the face of overwhelming odds. It is the two young girls who walked 20kms to school everyday, even through their matric years, and passed well enough to be accepted into university studies. It is the student who takes on three jobs, during the evenings and on weekends, to find ways of paying for his university studies. My South Africa is the teenager in a wheelchair who works in townships serving the poor. It is the pastor of a Kenilworth church whose parishioners were slaughtered, who visits the killers and asks them for forgiveness because he was a beneficiary of apartheid. It is the politician who resigns on conscientious grounds, giving up status and salary because of an objection in principle to a social policy of her political party. It is the young lawman who decides to dedicate his life to representing those who cannot afford to pay for legal services. My South Africa is not the angry, corrupt, violent country whose deeds fill the front pages of newspapers and the lead-in items on the seven-o’-clock news. It is the South Africa often unseen, yet powered by the remarkable lives of ordinary people. It is the citizens who keep the country together through millions of acts of daily kindness.” -Jonathan Jansen

Koffiebekertjes

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Art of Feather Painting

Art of Paper Models

Royal Family Addition

Minions - Banana 14:20 mins

Art of Ice Sculptors

Art of Books

Art of Figure Pyramid Building

Art of Ballooning

Art of Cork

Police Women around the world

Shortkey Smileys in Facebook

Ice Sculptors

Africa this is why

Mouse Gym time

Mouse Gym time

Africa is not for sissies

Puppy and Baby

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Press Freedom

Look to South Africa

Look to South Africa


By Erik Rush (Bio and Archives)  Saturday, March 2, 2013 Comments | Print friendly | Subscribe | Email Us 41

In my view, the most frustrating phenomenon relative to the reign of President Barack Obama is the unreserved sycophantic dedication held for him by the media. Indeed, a plethora of actions taken by his administration should have been enough to have him voted out of office, impeached, or indicted by now, but he has been shielded by the press and lionized by the entertainment media.

The intellectual dishonesty and outright duplicity of the press is not restricted to on-air deceptions regarding Obama, or even domestic issues. The aggregate compromise of America’s representation globally is being misrepresented, as are international events.

One of the most tragic and dramatic examples of this is the transformation that has taken place in the Republic of South Africa since the end of minority white governance in 1994. “Into the Cannibal’s Pot: Lessons for America From Post-Apartheid South Africa” by author and columnist Ilana Mercer reveals not only how the conceit of Western liberal elites served to bring down one of the most prosperous nations in the West, but how the same motivations and methods are at work in America’s decline.

Mercer was born in South Africa, and her father was a staunch and active opponent of the policy of apartheid; it is for this reason that her family was forced to leave in the 1960s. She returned in the 1980s, and now bears witness to how Marxists and liberal elites worldwide conspired to destroy this nation under the pretext of Social Justice.

And we thought that when Apartheid ended, so would this kind of behaviour. What kind of grudge could Black cops have against Black taxi drivers?—Online comment on news report of police publicly executing a taxi driver, Daveyton, South Africa, Feb. 28, 2013

When Ilana Mercer and I were growing up thousands of miles apart, of course the international contention over South Africa’s policy of apartheid was one of the most potent ongoing media issues. It is true that the practice was racist by definition, but what most Americans do not understand is that it came about due to cultural rather than racial incompatibilities, and events since the advent of black rule bear this out.

Since the inception of black rule in South Africa, it has become one of the most violent countries in the world, and has even been compared to Iraq and Colombia by journalists. “Cannibal’s Pot” describes a South Africa that is dysfunctional from top to bottom, a street thug’s paradise, and a nightmare for law-abiding citizens. Those Afrikaners (whites) who could not afford to leave or were not inclined to do so have been forced into gated communities; those who could not afford that have essentially become “fair game.”

Farmers in rural areas have suffered the worst. Far from organized law enforcement hubs (which have become pitifully ineffectual anyway), farmers are at the worst risk for home invasions at the hands of some of the most brutal and sadistic marauders one can imagine. 

Most Americans are also not aware that the African National Congress (ANC), the organization that opposed South Africa’s government in the decades before the end of apartheid, and which took power in 1994, is communistic by nature. As “Cannibal’s Pot” illustrates, many of the foundational democratic principles that had been written into law when the nation came about have since been stripped away. One of these is the concept of personal property, which is now scarcely recognized.

The Amendments to the Criminal Procedures Act demand that, in the course of adjudicating cases of “private defense,” the right to life (the aggressor’s) and the right to property (the non-aggressor’s) be properly balanced.—“Into the Cannibal’s Pot: Lessons for America From Post-Apartheid South Africa,” page 29.

Sound familiar? This is the same sort of social philosophy that has crept into jurisprudence in the U.S., and which has made most of its major cities criminal havens, “gun-free” though they may be.

The reason that the story of South Africa’s fundamental transformation has essentially been spiked by the American press is threefold. One is that liberals don’t like to acknowledge (let alone advertise) that blacks are just as capable of oppression and atrocity as whites. Black-on-black crime has exploded in South Africa, and the liberal press eschews discussing this at least as much as they do the discussion of black-on-black crime in America as a result of liberal-socialist policies.

Two, is that this is South Africa; in the mind of liberals, the Afrikaners “have it coming” for decades of oppressing black Africans. Infantile, but wholly accurate.

Number Three is the most important. This lies in the fact that global socialist power players fear that if Americans knew the story depicted in “Cannibal’s Pot,” they might recognize the same methodology being replicated in their own country. They would realize that the same liberal elites who sold out Europe, South Africa, and Rhodesia are selling out America, and that these oligarchical collectivists have no regard for justice or even prosperity – just power.

A friend of mine has been traveling and doing business in South Africa for years. In 2005, he became friendly with a black employee in a service-related industry. This man was guarded in is discussions of social issues at first, but became quite open and friendly after a few days.  He and my friend had long conversations, and at one point he told my friend that he wished apartheid was still in place.

My friend reports that he almost fell off of his chair. “Growing up in New Jersey,” he related, “I was kind of brainwashed in how horrible and evil the [white] South Africans were. Here was a black man telling me he wishes it was the way it used to be.”

“How can you say such a thing?” I asked him.

He responded, “Because it was safe…”

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Erik Rush is a New York-born columnist, author and speaker who writes sociopolitical commentary for numerous online and print publications. In February of 2007, Erik was the first to break the story of President (then Senator) Barack Obama’s ties to militant Chicago preacher Rev. Jeremiah Wright on a national level, which ignited a media firestorm that smolders to this day. His latest book, “Negrophilia: From Slave Block to Pedestal ~ America’s Racial Obsession,” examines the racist policies by which the political left keeps black Americans in thralldom, white Americans guilt-ridden and yielding, and maintains the fallacy that America remains an institutionally racist nation. Links to his work are available at Erikrush.com.