The end

I will stand up for my rights. I will stand up, as my great brother did so many years ago to fight the viscous monster of apartheid. I will fight with and I will go to prison for my beliefs. Is transparency not as important as saving your own bacon, Jacob Zuma?

You will never be my president. My faith in the ANC has gone. This is now just another African state destined for failure and collapse.

Let's be a bit sensible here.

So we all have problems that come up. I'm talking about arb stuff like a lost ruler or a broken window. So When we have these problems, we solve them in a certain way. You know what I mean, like we follow steps to get the desired solution. For example, when you break a window, you pick up the glass, chuck it away and call the glass shop, who come and put a new one in for you. Bam, problem solved.
But here's the odd thing. When we have problems with other people, we don't behave in the same way. We get angry, and we call people names. It's silly, really. On the flip side though, it does feel good to shout at someone who probably doesn't deserve it.
Anyway, I guess the moral of this post is that I hate it when people are unnecessarily rude and obnoxious, despite the fact that they know very well that behaving like a 13 year old girl isn't going to help, because generally when people get shouted at, they get pissed off and react aggressively. Think before you send a message on Facebook. Sometimes it's not the best plan.

Drenched in middle-class guilt

I've been thinking about something recently. So white people in South Africa have bloody strange habits. Before you go there, I would like to point out that I am no Samantha Vice. What I am referring to is our weird habits that we have pertaining to poor people. I have noticed a bunch of white people who hate beggars. Like HATE them. It's mad. So they will avoid them, not acknowledge them, tell them to voetsek!. the other day, I saw some preppy blonde girls, lekker features and all, but hell they had the collective IQ of a satsuma. This woman walks up to them carrying a baby and says something like "Hi, I'm selling cookies so that I can have enough money to feed myself and my child." Of course the reply is something useless like "Oh, sorry, I have no money on me. Tomorrow?". Sure. Then, a couple of days later, they will put pics of themselves on Facebook doing some kind of community outreach thing, you know, like planting tress, or playing soccer with some black kids. How strange is that? Are white people appeasing their conscience? But clearly they aren't so drenched in middle-class guilt that they will attempt to make an actually difference in the life of one, lonesome vendor.

Opinions are like arseholes...

So I haven't blogged in a while, so I though it would be time to churn out some sort of pseudo intellectual ramble that some people my consider reading at some point.

Something that has been grinding my gears recently is the way that people seem to think that media institutions are some sort of unbiased entities that have no corporate or commercial interests. Someone on Facebook said "It scares me how blatantly biased CNN and Sky are against the Wall Street protests! Thank-you RT for demonstrating true journalism". Well, I have news for you. Every single piece of news and media information that we consume is in some way biased and harbors some form of hidden agenda. Its our right to express opinions, but it is our responsibility to question everything we are told.

Some food for thought, I hope.

Sense and sensibility

So here is something I have been thinking about recently.

The ANC needs a united opposition, right?

So then why, particulalry over the municipal elections, are there so many independent candidates?

It doesn't make sense... All you people are doing is dividing the opposition, which is counter-productive.

Are you just power-hungry, money-grabbing thieves like the politicians that you are going against?

a word to the wise

The other night, I had the most incredible experience.

I managed to get a super pretty girl to come home with me. It sounds like nothing in particular, but we got on so well. We spent the night listening to Pink Floyd and mucking about.

When i woke up, she was gone. it was like an episode of How I met your Mother.

shit.

I ain't stooopid.

Its funny how people seem to treat me like an idiot. Quite frankly, it makes me quite irate. I mean, seriously. Why is it necessary to treat me like I am stupid? I have been around for a while and have a fair few experiences - more than most people my age. And yet people still speak to me as if I am a retard. Man. I have to have everything explained to me like I have no idea of context or protocol.

Stop it.

Home, kinda.

So. I'm back alive and kicking. Beating off first years with a stick. Any varsity student will tell you that going back is bitter sweet. No longer can I roll donw to the Pick 'n Pay with my mom's credit card and go bananas, yet I can come home, pissed as a newt and no one cares. I shall keep this short because, for starters I am tired and hungover.

This year should be a good one. I am now settled into the routine of varsity life and am comfortable with everything that is around me.

'Till next time, chaps.

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Here we go

So it's time. Nearly back in Grahamstown, G-Funk, Jazzy-fizzle, G-Jelly, call it what you will. I, for one am excited. Sure, don't get me wrong, I love being at home with my old friends and parents and what-have-you, but living away from home simply cannot be beat.

No one says, "Get off your paddon-ka-donk and do something," or "Why are you so drunk? God, Julien, it's 4 am and you stumble in and piss on the front stoep!" (That last one has not yet happened).

But, for me one of the major downsides to living alone is that you have to buy everything yourself. You can't just rock down to the fridge and drink Coke out of the bottle. The closest to that I get is a sip of hot, stinky, dirty water from the tap. Bleh. But, as they say, every fork has it's prong. (Well, thats not really a saying... yet)

So, let us hope that the world favours me this year...

Y'all should see some good picks and some other lovely things from me in the next little while...

much lurve

Economics

So, here's a thought that has been bothering my for quite a while.

If the inflation is so high is South Africa that we are given ridiculous interest figures at banks and on retail bonds, is it helping or not?

The idea behind high interest rates at banks is to curb inflation, but it just compensates for it and drives it further and further.

For example. Bob may put R10000 in the bank and in 10 years that will grow to R17000, in theory. Now, inflation, set at around 6% or so, is compensated for by this. But now Bob has more money to spend, but the same buying power as he did 10 years before. See my point?

Let me know what you think.

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