Who will feed them?

...and with what?

I feel I need to expound on my previous post: please download the link http://nas5.kizoa.com/kp/Q/o2jz9z06.mp4 (it takes about a minute to download, so be patient) and have a look at it. I did it this way in order to evade the myriad of ads YouTube seems to be sticking onto everything nowadays.

This topic is something that has has been worrying me since my youth (which was a long, long time ago).
Become hunter gatherers? There will be nothing left to hunt or gather.

Mankind has been transgressing the law of exponential growth for generations. Mother Nature is not the benign old lady she is made out to be. There will come a time when she will bite back.

Death of Africa - the demise of a continent.

Humanitarian Aid in Africa: Quo vadis?

This is not a conscience soother. On the contrary, it is an effort to revive the slumbering concepts of logic and reason, buried deep beneath the media-fueled brainwashing of preconceived ideas and indoctrination.

Have you ever stopped to think about where the tragic road of Benevolence, Humanitarian Aid and Goodwill will eventually terminate? And sure as God made little green apples, terminate it will - this continent is rapidly being pushed beyond the point of 'sustainable use'.

Yes, it is indeed noble to donate mildly in order to feed that hungry little child with the huge fly on his upper lip. Even after 'administrative expenses' and politicians skimming off the cream, there just might be enough left to actually feed the child. Should the child be fortunate enough to survive, what is going to happen once he reaches his uneducated puberty at age thirteen or fourteen?
Yes, spot-on: the strongest drive in all things living will take precedence over all else - the instinct to procreate.
That will in short order lead to ten more hungry little mouths to feed, with the same heart breaking pleas for donations. The begging bowl just got a lot bigger. And this vicious circle will just keep on repeating itself, growing exponentially.

Who will then feed all those children? With what? Who could ever hope to educate them?

Productive farms are being divvied up and given to hordes of to non-productive voters with no inkling to actually produce anything. Once these farms have been stripped of everything edible, the hordes move on to the next one. But a vote is a vote. That is the democracy of Africa.
This once bountiful continent is being stripped and devoured.

And the righteous world is benevolently watching it happen, with consciences soothed by their donations.

The time will come when no amount of money can buy a single bag of maize meal or a loaf of bread, simply because nobody is growing corn or wheat anymore. It is easier to beg and demand than to work and produce your own food.

Then what?

On Statues and Students

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'Students' ??
A student is someone who attends an institution of higher learning in the hope of being taught something worthwhile; to gain knowledge with which to better his life - to become a productive asset to the community in which he lives, where he can raise a family with a future.
There is only one way in which that goal can be achieved: hard work. The habitat of students is lecture halls, desks and libraries.

The useless louts toy-toying on campuses, defacing and tearing down statues, are not students. They are the delusional idiots who think knowledge can be assimilated through the process of osmosis. If you just hang around long enough and demand vociferously enough, you can walk away with some or other useless degree or diploma.
These 'students' then spend the rest of their mediocre lives breeding and demanding free housing and service delivery, and indulging in 'affirmative shopping' under the guise of xenophobia. Stealing, looting, burning and murder become part of the creed by which they live.

Soon this country will be populated by devolved morons and constipated pigeons.

The Devolved

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   "The first ones who dared to cross were compelled to do so by pressure from the masses behind.

   None of them made it. From the flotsam rose a destructive force that had existed only in their genetic memory for generations. The folklore and superstitions of their ancestors had suddenly come to life.

   The destruction was complete and the retreat chaos."

   For years the Skukuza community had been clinging to the belief that their Utopia could not possibly be the last bastion of civilisation on the African continent.

   Now there was hope, in the form of a vapour trail in the morning sky.

   However, the hope soon turned to despair as a new threat became apparent.

   Man was the apex predator, the undisputed king of all mammals. But now, over the arid plains and through the desolate jungles of Africa, extinction was stalking not only mankind, but all things living. Man was about to pay the ultimate price for years of benevolence and humanitarian aid, which had run out decades ago...

   There is no circumventing the basic laws of nature - a fact that was about to become abundantly clear.

Your blood group displayed on your boat means...

Yes, it means this is a bloody (pun intended) dangerous sport, exclusively for adrenalin junkies with conjones (or similar) of solid brass. Take that to include bra's.

This weekend's boat race at our beautiful village of Yzerfontein proved just how dangerous...


There were several non-injury acrobatics and aerobatics, some of which were executed with a marked lack of grace.

The sea was calm, allowing for maximum speeds all the way around the island of Meeurots.

 A co-pilot being flipped out of her boat was the first injury. True to form the NSRI was on the scene beyond the backline immediately with their jetski.

Fortunately the injury proved to be minor, and she was safely brought to shore.  The next competitor was less fortunate - their boat did a complete somersault with one of the young men sustaining serious injuries.

The NSRI deemed it prudent to transport the patient to the harbour rather than bring him to the beach through the breakers.

Despite being in agony, the young man was none too pleased when the doctor had to cut off his brand-new wetsuit to assess the injuries.

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Fried scorpion anyone?

It being autumn, dawn no longer puts in the early appearance it used to. 

I had just started working this morning when I heard the familiar clack-clacking of the neighbour's electrified 'snake fence' once again frying something to death.

I knew it wasn't a tortoise or a cobra this time (see earlier posts), as they are not nocturnal.

Wondering what hapless creature was getting the shock of its life I grabbed a torch and a stick and made my way over to the neighbour's driveway.

This toasted scorpion had tried to edge its way under the wire. Seems it has had a good summer and was no longer as slim and trim as it used to be.

Good thing we don't have to pay such an exorbitant price for a little summer overindulgance.

See the video of the execution on my FB page.