It's just a Winky!

I’ve had second thoughts on the post below ‘I am a racist’!

 

Even though I felt it highlighted a good point, that race is often taken out of context and used as an excuse, it still was a negative article.  Even with all the hype, I noticed one of the commentators wrote a counter article entitled… South Africa’s Races Can Stand Together… and you know what, he’s fucking right!

 

I think articles trying to make a point from anger are only going to create one reaction… divide.  And that’s exactly what it’s done, and what we don’t need!

 

Positive outlook, not questionable ethics, is what this country needs in order to ‘Stand Together’!

 

Righteous. Yes!

 

Tough. Of course!

 

But who listens to the government anyway?

 

And to be honest, things aren’t that bad here… trust me! We’re all far too negative and obstructive when it comes to politics.  We, as South Africans, are actually fucking lucky.  And the ones who aren’t sitting in their middle class homes without jobs and decent education do have a right to complain! And let them!

 

I won’t recall that post, however, I’ll leave it there as I’m sure most people have read it already.  I just want my opinions to be clear… I am NOT a racist. I’m just human, like everyone else.

 

Bring back June 2010!

 

Have a good weekend.

Knew it...

 

Zuma, Brett Murray, and the donkey in the corner...

A friend, and finally someone who isn’t scared to say it like it is. Because racism out of context isn’t generalizing, it’s an excuse!

 

Enjoy.

 

I am a racist

www.news24.com

A South African artist called Brett Murray has been causing a huge stir since his painting of South Africa’s president titled The Spear was put up in a local gallery.

One Willy To Rule Then All...

… One willy to find them. One willy to bring them all, and in the darkness BINDS THEM!

 

Wow.  Don’t think a penis has been this popular since John Bobbit got the chop!

 

I think it’s all pretty over-the-top to be honest.  I don't think someone’s character should justify whether tasteless art should be passed off as 'contemporary'. It’s not freedom of speech – because it’s actually freedom of expression – and just because someone slapped a few oils together on a paintbrush and stenciled in a penis doesn’t make it attractive to look at, even if it is art…  because in all honesty, I feel it’s tasteless and disrespectful no matter what, how or who!

 

If that was Madiba, right, we’d all be up in arms! Or would we? If it was ‘freedom-of-expression’? Does character make it questionable?

 

No.it.does.not!

And while the country obsesses over a willy, Richard Mduli and Bheki Cele slip quietly past reporters for a well deserved Spa Day!

Try the fish!

 

 

 

Be Nice. Drive Nice.

Automobile congestion is a certain particular that bush-children need to adapt to when trotting around the City.

 

Traffic, as it’s called here, gets WAY too much credit in the stress department however, it’s necessary to be aware of all its short comings if you don’t want to fall victim to its ‘clutches’ and become an enraged lunatic like the rest of Joburg.

 

It’s tough to remain calm, especially when ALL the moron’s seem to leave at the same time you do, and go the same route you go, and do all the things you don’t do – but wish your moral barometer would allow you to.

 

I certainly shrug off most of the goings ons.  Asshole taxi drivers, little dick drivers – these are the ones revving and cutting in and out of traffic, sitting on your back bumper because they have a small penis – and the ‘let’s look for property to buy’ slow drivers.

 

But what irks me beyond tolerance, is the lack of consideration for you fellow road user when NO ONE is going NO WHERE in a hurry.

 

These are… in no particular order:

 

Drivers who don’t let you in when traffics moving slowly, one car after one car. Taxi’s somehow manage to give you space – but then over take you at the next traffic light – but men-in-minis… dicks!

Drivers who when you flash your lights to let them into traffic, sit and stare at you like an unconscious rabbit!

Drivers who use the emergency lane. Not to turn, but to cut in front of you!

Drivers who after you let them in, don’t say thank-you in some sort of way!

Drivers who throw their cigarette buds out into the road!

 

And that’s it. That’s my Wednesday rant.

 

If you’re one of those five then I can only hang my head in shame.  Not having toys as a child must have really been serious enough to project your insecurities on the road. I hope, with the proper treatment, you can overcome you inner trauma because you’re better than being a traffic-knob…

 

… Be Nice! Drive Nice!

 

A ParkLife Campaign.

 

 

 

How to Moon Your Honey!

Stepping off a plane at Oliver Tambo International Airport, concerned as to whether you’re going to be reclassified on arrival at customs as you are so brown and tanned, you realize one… lonely… thing…

 

… honeymoons only come once!

 

Or do they?

 

Well, it depends on which way you look at it.

 

Either it’s a once off trip you’ll never make again, or a destination you’ll visit only once! Or it’s the emotional fix of eye-googling and cheek stoking you’ll hollow out on return to your home world, and never feel again because hey, that’s married life… honeymoons are once-off Chinese plastic!

 

Not in our case!  Roms and I decided that Honeymoons should happened every year because, in all honesty, they’re the best fucking holiday you’ll ever have. So why have it once? Why not have the ‘best-fucking-holiday’ every year like ginger beer?

 

We’re still in a state of shock, however.

 

Settling back into the shitty routine that castrates your life in the city is not an easy adjustment. Especially after such a fantastic holiday, and few accomplish it with ease. I have Riaan Manser to thank, however, for making it somewhat easier.

 

Apart from revealing the obvious about honeymoon activities… curtain tans, room service, night.swimming, etc.  Roms and I managed to klap a few books while enjoying cocktails and sunshine on one of the most gorgeous beaches Ile Maurice has to offer.

 

‘Around Africa on my Bicycle’ was one such piece of literature I had decided to pack.  It is the best way to fit Riaan Manser in your luggage without packing him himself. The book is an incredible foundation to an even more incredible journey.  And it was the positivity and determination of Riaan’s story, that made my settling back into the Joburg circus, so much more bearable. So to say, it just made me start planning for the next trip, and the next trip, and the next… because adventure should be without hindrance, no matter what the cause.

 

I can’t say the same for my wife, however!  She is still mumbling things like ‘mojito’ and ‘all-you-can-drink-champagne’!

 

I’m sure she’ll come around.

 

 

 

 

I'm Bringing Jimmy Back!

Hi.

 

I was reminded at my wedding – yes, the honorable ‘Cam’ has indulged in matrimony – how well respected my blog, and blogging were back when kids got chappies for change, and the world was a much less dustier place to live!

 

It was with this reminder, that I realised how much I miss blogging, and therefore decided that I’m going to resurrect my creative blimp – nicknamed Jimmy for reasons unknown – from the dusty carpet and start writing again.

 

“Can I get a ‘HEYYY-YO’?”

 

Right.

 

Hi… again.

 

We’ll be seeing each other around these parts.  Just don’t bring your noddy comments and ruthless abandonment issues… I’m married, now! And this means I’m more sensitive to emotional threads.

 

Bye.

 

Cam