Beware The Poisoned Pineapples

"Ag, it's still nice living here in South Africa. You get such lekker fruit, like those big pineapples going cheap at my local reputable supermarket (the Pick 'n Pays, Checkers, Spars, Shoprites). Yinna, where else can you get a pineapple like that, bloody huge things for R1.99 each?"

Okay, let me tell you about this bargain.

What you are eating are poisonous canning pineapples that were rejected by the export market because they had unacceptably high levels of cadmium. That happened in July.

So the pineapple farmers, co-ops, export agents, whoever, decided that these Cayennes (the large long sour Mothers, not those cute, sweet little Queens) would have to be dumped on the South African public so they could recoup some of their losses.

No problem there. A chronic shortage of health inspectors in government at local, provincial and national level, agriculture and health ministries that are jokes, a farming community that is beleaguered, no more consumer council, no more controls, no more anything.

Omnia Holdings, which sold the contaminated fertilizer to the pineapple farmers, is still selling the same fertilizer. Expect more bargain foodstuffs soon.

Massive Lotto Board Performance Bonuses - But No Lotto

What happens if you are an ignorant black savage or a pathetic white lackey serving on the South African National Lotteries Board, and for a year there is no Lotto, with thousands of expensive Lotto terminals lying idle round the country?

You vote yourself a massive peformance bonus, that's what.

Staff performance bonuses at the NLB rocketed 42.4 percent to more than R1.3-million for the past financial year. This is despite there being no staff performance appraisal systems at the organisation, no Lotto since March, unpaid winnings that have disappeared into the ether and no prospect of there ever being a Lotto again.

You would expect the blacks to be a thieving lot, but the shame here goes to banker Norman Axten and licker of black arse, Astrid Luden, (both looking fat and happy above) , who should know better. They should be stripped of their sorry white skins.

There are good reasons why so-called trade and industry minister, an out-of-work office boy, Mandisi Mpahlwa, won't whip this chaotic organisation into shape. He is embroiled in corruption and fraud involving the quickly diminishing pool of national lottery money and the boundless criminal potential of awarding the next licence.

Mpahlwa refuses to answer questions as to when a new lotto operator will be appointed. Minister of Education, the appalling Naledi Pandor, was involved fraudulently in the previous licence-holding company, which the NLB only figured out five years after the award.

It was the NLB's task to advise the minister on who should get the new licence. Government ministers, their deputies and other ANC luminaries are presently engaged openly in a feeding frenzy, a la Pandor, putting forward front companies to cash in on the lotto billions.

Of course, Mpahlwa has said nothing about the NLB bonuses. He is as corrupt as any other bantu in a suit.

At Last: A Flicker Of Afrikaner Pride

It's about time! The Afrikaners (Boere, white South Africans, call them what you will, we are all in the same boat) are getting off their arses, finding a leader and setting off on the next Trek.

This Trek isn't going to be like all the others, where the Boere, clan by clan, group by group, moved away from the rampaging savages. (The most disgraceful Trek of all has been this past 13 years. They gave up their self-respect, gave up their God, gave up their language and about one million of them gave up the country. These cowards now hide in Melbourne, Manchester, Madrid, Maryland.)

No, this time it's down to the wire. These are the Boere who are staying here, and they are saying openly they will have to look after themselves. All the talking to this absolutely useless ANC so-called government is making no difference at all to the physical security and the self-determination of the Boere. They are going to have to fight for their freedom all over again.

This time round it will be easy. There is no police force and no defence force in South Africa any more. The criminals are in control. So as long as the Boere can outwit the criminals, they can create their own security zones, homelands, secured areas, bantustans, whatever you want to call them. Force will be required for two purposes only: keeping out the criminals and keeping out the black hordes who will want to escape to a safe and economically strong enclave.

As long as the Boere control the roads and the bridges to their security zones, one harbour and one airfield, they can do as they please. They can set up security companies, security courts, secure farms, secure villages. They can start Afrikaans schools, colleges, a university. They can move all their businesses there. They can make like Israel. They will be in a constant state of war-readiness, but it sure beats getting killed by an Aids-ridden Zulu with a panga.

Col. Gideon Meiring is emerging as the new leader. He has the ear of the government (such as it is), the old security establishment, the farmers and every Afrikaner who fear for themselves and their people. Make your plans, Col. Meiring. You have the knowledge and the goodwill of white South Africans. And you are a Real South African, which is a huge plus.

Lindiwe Sisulu: Another Black Witch In Cabinet

Take a good, hard look at this bucket of evil to the right. She is a Xhosa through and through, a half-breed rubbish right in the Winnie Mandela tradition.

She's the so-called housing minister of South Africa, who prides herself on constructing thousands of privvy-sized crapholes that she then tries to pass off as houses to the pissed-off masses.

What has this Sisulu woman ever done to get ahead? Uh, nothing. She was born to the Sisulu couple whose arses got licked from one side of the globe to the other by Western liberals.

This witch grew up in exile, where she got a larnie accent and ideas way above her natural station. But don't go believing me. Just go ask the occupants of the Joe Slovo squatter camp on the N2 near Cape Town.

This week they decided they had had enough of living in shacks. I mean, they are Xhosas after all and expect more of the ANC government, which is made up mainly of Xhosas and Moslems. So the squatters rioted. They burned shacks and vehicles and tyres. They clashed with police, They blocked the highway. They were angry. They want the houses they have been promised by the Stalinist ANC since time immemorial.

And what did this venomous tub of vileness, Lindiwe Sisulu, have to say to the tens of thousands of Xhosa squatters in Langa on the Cape Flats? She threatened them with forced removal to Delft. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT "FORCED REMOVAL" WAS ONE OF THE MAIN BUGBEARS THE SO-CALLED FREEDOM MOVEMENTS HAD AGAINST THE PREVIOUS (WHITE) GOVERNMENT. BUT FOR BLACKS TO THREATEN BLACKS WITH THE SAME THING IS OKAY.

"Until now, no attempts have been made to force residents of the informal settlement at Joe Slovo to move," Sisulu said in her repulsive snake-oil voice. "We are now convinced that to protect property constructed at Joe Slovo - and to ensure the integrity of the development process - we have to seek legal intervention."

That's okay then. What a pathetic excuse for a housing minister. What a blithering idiot of a president. All strength to the squatters of Joe Slovo. May they burn down one of Lindiwe's luxury homes.

2007: The Year The Worm Turned - You First Read It Here

When people look back in 20 years time and try to figure when South Africa officially became a second Haiti, they will pinpoint 2007. Since 1994 the country has been running on old momentum - the remnants of efficient European management and infrastructure.

This year, 2007, the worm turned.

Deliberately over the years the black maggots have been gnawing away at the living tissue of the nation. A toxic slime (the President and the Cabinet) has been quietly promoting this infestation from the top.

Since 1994 hospitals, schools, universities and colleges have degenerated into festering growths of crime and ineptitude. The physical environment (roads, dams, water works, power grid) have disintegrated. The police have joined forces with the criminals, led by national police minister Jacki Selebi, who consorts with crooks. His appointment as president of Interpol cemented his dubious credentials.

Government workers have effectively resigned from their duties while still taking salaries. There are no checks and balances in the civil service any longer. Policemen go on picnics in police vans, ambulance drivers give their girlfriends joyrides in hospital vehicles, nurses abuse patients and steal hospital goods. The justice system has choked on its own vomit. The defence force has been turned into a gigantic, Aids-ridden public works programme.

The rand has become weaker than ever before, masked by the weak dollar. There is no investment in fixed infrastructure in South Africa by outside capital any more. The only type of money that comes here can leave overnight. South Africa has shown itself to be notably invertebrate in its foreign relations policy. It will support anyone who is a criminal. Jails are overfull and have become the testing ground for young felons.

The Home Affairs department has turned into a marketplace for ID documents, passports, marriage certificates. Anything anyone wants is available at a price. The corruption starts at the top with the acting director-general and others recently suspended for turning paperwork into contraband. Agriculture and land affairs have turned into a travesty of economics and justice allied with a stated intention by the president to get the white farmers off the land. SA Revenue Services has turned into a Moslem-run voracious beast determined to suck the last breath of life out of the economy to fund the excesses of the black elite.

But 2007 was the year the worm turned. And the worm that turned was not the much-put-upon whites, a tiny and politically powerless minority that has either left the country or disappeared into their cocoons. The worm that turned were the poor blacks in squatter camps, from Cape Town, to Plettenberg Bay, from Johannesburg, to Pretoria, to Khutsong. Their lives are worse than the lives of blacks have been since 1900. They are not oblivious to this. About 20 million people live in shacks without running water or electricity. They are unemployed. There are no services. They have no hope.

They are rioting in the streets. They are burning tyres and vehicles. They are setting the houses of government officials alight. They are shooting and throwing stones at police. They are extremely angry. They know the black elite live in obscene luxury. They have only to look at their local ANC councillors to know that.

Yes, this is the year the worm turned. The world will be told it's still the white's fault. But the worm knows it is the fault of the blacks who are looting and plundering the country's wealth. And somewhere in one of the squatter camps a toddler is wading about in an open sewage canal. He is a future president of South Africa. He will seize power through the barrel of a gun. And he doesn't give a shit.

Pius Langa: Good Nigger Turns Rotten

A few days ago it was reported that SA taxpayer had bought a R9,25-million house in Johannesburg for the chief justice Pius Langa and would soon be forking out to buy another house for his deputy.

This writer immediately rushed to investigate model mission-boy Langa's CV and found him to be an immaculate legal Uncle Tom, as one would expect of someone named after a former Pope.

So this writer waited for this paragon of fair play and wisdom to turn down the mansion, on which another R383 000 had been spent renovating it and R1-million more on furnishing it.

Surely he would come out and say that a chief justice was not in need of a koi pond, a kitchen "kitted out with Jamie Oliver cooking utensils", and curtains worth R200 000?

Surely he would point out that, in a country with 60% unemployed people and a chronic housing shortage, for a servant of the people to live in an obscenely expensive villa was an abortion of natural justice, never mind plainly indecent?

No, he never did. This nigger has turned out to be like all the rest feeding at the troughs of democracy: a self-important savage without a shred of integrity.

Afrikaner Shame: The Boere Are Asking For Genocide

I am ashamed to admit that Afrikaner blood runs in my veins. My father was right to distance himself from his Afrikaans heritage and bring his children up as English-speakers.

He believed that Afrikaners had become a spineless, divided lot who would come to a bad end. He was right, and unfortunately he could not live enough to see just how right he was proven.

What have these white Afrikaans-speakers become?

These are the people
* who think that 7de Laan is art
* who think that De La Rey is a protest song
* who think that being gay is the same as being creative
* who think that freedom means holding the annual Goliat van Gat Pumpkin Festival
* who think it is one in the eye for the ANC when they move to Perth, London, Atlanta
* who think that securing pensions for the last generation of white civil servants represented a victory
* who think that FW "did what he had to" and giving up the police and military in 1994 was a brilliant tactical gesture on his part
* who think that working as "security officers" in Iraq, Congo, wherever, because they can't get army and police jobs in South Africa is the height of intelligence
* who think that land reform is a step in the right direction
* who let the infrastructures protecting Afrikaans be eroded in ten years (schools, universities, etc.)
* who stopped going to church when freedom came because God was clearly in favour of the ANC
* whose sole fighter for Afrikaans is that extremely malleable ponce from Sandton, Dan Roodt, (yes, he writes in English and used to be an ANC supporter) whose main gripe is that he sometimes has to flush his toilet with his swimming pool water
* who think that they are going to get justice in the courts and that sooner or later the ANC will learn the error of their ways and give them back their jobs and change the street names back to what they were
* who think that owning a franchise makes you a businessman
* who allowed the rural commando's to be disbanded
* who whine about farm murders but don't do anything about it in the great Boere-guerilla tradition
* whose resistance to all of this came in the shape of the arrest of a group of pointy-heads from the East Rand who had an arms cache

The Boere were not always this way. Right up until the end of PW they showed an enormous amount of spine. Here's a random selection of great Afrikaners:

Even that vainglorious bore, Chris Barnard, was a great Afrikaner. He and his brother did for the first time what has become a fairly routine surgical procedure all over the planet. For those Afrikaners without the benefit of an education hy het die eerste hartoorplanting in die geskiedenis gedoen.



Jan Smuts, arch-womanizer and adventurer, cut a swathe through the world as a major academic intellect, soldier, philosopher, statesman, naturalist and leader of men. Smuts was one of the best students Cambridge ever had (for the information of any modern Afrikaners who might be reading this, Cambridge is 'n universiteit in Engeland. He was instrumental in forming the League of Nations and the UN. He wrote actual books.



Jan Breytenbach was not like his arch-liberal brother Breyten Breytenbach who liked a bit of poontang and fed off the apartheid literature muck-heap. JB was a brilliant rebel soldier who founded and formed Buffalo Battalion who fought the forces of darkness for many decades until FW handed over the military to the AIDS-ridden hewers of wood and drawers of water who lumber along in camo. He is still alive. Ready when you are, JB.