G-spot
May 8th, 2013National Key Points will henceforth be known as G-spots.
ignoring those rules that obviously only apply to mere mortals and you better be grateful…
A seminar on electronic voting or e-voting and counting technologies was held in Cape Town on Tuesday, 12 March 2013.
Read this as:
We are going to run out of voters who are prepared to vote ANC.
So:
1. Let’s introduce a new system that will generate tenders.
2. On the first round, it will have some errors. But we will sort it out next time round. For now, let’s pretend the ANC won.
3. Generate more tenders to fix the errors in the first round.
4. Rinse, repeat.
I vote NO.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it…
Oh sugarhoneyicedtea… the ANC strikes again…
One of the most difficult things in life: to make the best of now; and not wish your life away in an attempt to reach a next fleeting moment of apparent bliss.
*Ericka arrives at 16:30
There is a relatively easy way to stop any and all government officials from abusing their positions, and make them accountable to their employers.
Who are their employers? Us, the citizens of South Africa. If you pay tax in any form, however small it might be anywhere, then Jacob Zuma is your employee. And down the rank and file down to the cop looking for kicks by having a bash with foreigners.
How do we make them accountable? By making it ABSOLUTELY AND ENTIRELY LEGAL to record any and all interactions of the employer and employee. That means you can, at any stage, as the employer of the idiot behind the counter or in the police van or behind the bush, make a sound or video recording or take a photograph of the individual you are interacting with.
If a prisoner is killed in jail and there wasn’t a reporter around, was it still police brutality? The only reason these abuses are news, and is being investigated, is because it is in your face, in the the news, over the globe, recorded for posterity. If it wasn’t?
Apparently My Little Pony is now a big part of kiddies meals in the UK…
McPony, the new kiddies meal from McDonalds…
And in South Africa, if you say “Baie dankie”, the butcher might just be willing to oblige.
That knight on the white horse? On foot now, the horse’s been eaten.
With the price of fuel, we should find these buggers that are eating the horses and donkeys; we need them to ride on.
In die donker soek ek na slaap
Maar al wat my vingers vat
Is die spinnerakke in vergete hoekies van my hart
In vrees vir vergeet vergader ek die rafels
Tot ‘n gogga lig oor my droë oë ritsel
En slaap verder verjaag
En drome vul met vrees
In die diep donker soek ek na rustige slaap Maar al wat my onrustige vingers vat Is sagte spinnerakke in vergete hoekies van my hart In vrees vir vergeet vergader ek die rafels Tot 'n gogga lig oor my droë oë ritsel En slaap vir altyd verjaag En elke droom vul met vrees
Idiocy has infiltrated merit and now we are stuck with mediocrity.
Or should that be mediocirity?