Tuesday, 30 June 2015
Monday, 15 June 2015
So the wasp-filled pinyada has been walloped by a stick. But by whom?
The Pretoria High court decided that Al-Bashir should be arrested for war crimes wherever he goes.
And our government ... the ANC let him leave … probably supplied him with a limo, caviar and champagne too.
It's mentioned on News 24 that Julius Malema has said South Africa cannot endorse Bashir’s arrest because the wanted
head of state is not on holiday or officially visiting South Africa.
If I had any respect for Juju before it has vanished now. He jumps on every bandwagon with a megaphone, and until now has appeared an intelligent man. But this has to be the most ludicrous and puerile statment he has ever uttered. I'd like to say 'what a tool' but that would lower the tone of the blog.
Actually, the subject matter unfortunately does that for me, so what the heck. What a tool.
Was Al-Bashir a hologram?
No he was here in our country.
In addition to this cluster-fuck AU president Robert Mugabe .... I can't believe I'm even typing this ... yes African Union President Robert Mugabe (in my opinion) a tyrant and dictator ... how did THAT get voted in? Pot luck? More like gravy-pot luck.
Allegedly it is a rotating Presidency ... but this really was good timing for the anti- west, anti-US and anti-EU countries and politicians.
But I digress ... according to the ENCA website Mugabe has stated .. and I quote:
"South African President Jacob Zuma had vowed to not allow police to arrest Sudanese President Omar Al-Bashir, African Union chairman Robert Mugabe said at a media briefing following the closing of the AU summit in Johannesburg in the early hours of Tuesday."
So laws mean nothing in South Africa if you know the right people. We already knew that internally ... but to flaunt it to the rest of the world really makes me wish I'd waited to bring in my pounds to convert to rands ... there goes our credibility and there goes our currency even more ....
A truly sad day for South Africa. I can only hope that the youth of South Africa does a better job of running the country than our current government.
It is Youth Day in South Africa today ... and I urge and beg the youth of South Africa to make their voices heard, and to make our country one to be proud of. I know they can do this ... and I believe in them.
I do not believe in the ANC, our seemingly corrupt and greedy president or any of the seemingly insanely corrupt officials that make up our political structure.
But I do believe in our youth and those who have the courage of their convictions with good intent.
So while our current politicians may be using and abusing their positions to line their pockets with gold as they rape the country ... there is hope for our future.
And that hope lies with our youth.
I wish this was a 'fun post' but with everything going on in the world today I wanted to share this with you.
As a woman who lives in South Africa I am losing faith in the justice system here, and what is held up as justice in other African countries.
I like to keep an eye on the news, so on Saturday morning I was gobsmacked to read that the Sudanese President is here for an African Union summit.
Our government has chosen to flaunt its growing antipathy towards "Western" rules, and towards a court in which so many African leaders now appear to have lost faith, or at the very least respect.
As I mentioned President Bashir is in Johannesburg for an African Union (AU) summit and my blood was boiling since members of the AU had basically implied rather patronizingly that the ICC was a white run organization picking on african countries.
South Africa has often shied away from this sort of diplomatic headache, but this time the government stepped deliberately, into controversy, courting Western fury by rolling out the welcome carpet for President Bashir.
This morning I woke up to the news that a South African court will decide today whether he should be arrested for war crimes and genocide.
The Pretoria High Court will rule on whether he should be handed over to the International Criminal Court (ICC) who have charged him with the crimes. Whether this court will have the teeth to make a difference or whether the ANC or the president will step in and over-rule has yet to be seen.
President Bashir is accused of committing war crimes, crimes against humanity and genocide during the Darfur conflict.
The UN says that about 400,000 people in Sudan have died and more than two million have fled their homes since fighting began in 2003.
On Sunday, the court ordered Mr Bashir not to leave the country until the case had been heard.
This is at least progress since it looked like this was all going to be left alone with no action.
But will the ANC or our President over-rule any judgement that finds against President Bashir? I think the hornets nest has been nudged, and later today I guess we'll find out who is going to beat it with a stick like a pinyada.
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
This story blew my mind when I read it earlier today. I guess when one's back is to the wall anything becomes possible, so maybe we'd all rise to the occasion ... I'd like to think so. This is an incredible tale of an exceptioanal man and I'd ask you to take five minutes out of your day to relax and read it. This blog has been taken from excerpts from the article by Sara Lentati of the BBC World Service.
During an expedition to the Antarctic in 1961, Russian surgeon Leonid Rogozov became seriously ill. He needed an operation - and as the only doctor on the team, he realised he would have to do it himself.
As the polar winter rolled in, 27-year-old Leonid Rogozov started to feel tired, weak and nauseous. Later, a strong pain developed down the ride side of his abdomen.
"Being a surgeon, he had no difficulty in diagnosing acute appendicitis," says his son, Vladislav. "It was a condition he'd operated on many times, and in the civilised world it's a routine operation. But unfortunately he didn't find himself in the civilised world - instead he was in the middle of a polar wasteland."
Rogozov was part of the sixth Soviet Antarctic expedition - a team of 12 had been sent to build a new base at the Schirmacher Oasis.
It was not an easy choice. Rogozov knew his appendix could burst and if that happened, it would almost certainly kill him - and while he considered his options, his symptoms got worse.
"He had to open his own abdomen to take his intestines out," says Vladislav. "He didn't know if that was humanly possible."
"I did not sleep at all last night. It hurts like the devil! A snow storm whipping through my soul, wailing like 100 jackals," he wrote in his diary.
"Still no obvious symptoms that perforation is imminent, but an oppressive feeling of foreboding hangs over me… This is it… I have to think through the only possible way out - to operate on myself… It's almost impossible… but I can't just fold my arms and give up."
He nominated two main assistants to hand him instruments, position the lamp, and hold a mirror - he planned to use the reflection to see what he was doing. The station director was also in the room, in case one of the others became faint.
"He was so systematic he even instructed them what to do if he was losing consciousness - how to inject him with adrenalin and perform artificial ventilation," says Vladislav. "I don't think his preparation could have been better."
A general anaesthetic was out of the question. He was able to administer a local anaesthetic to his abdominal wall but once he had cut through, removing the appendix would have to be done without further pain relief, in order to keep his head as clear as possible.
"My poor assistants! At the last minute I looked over at them. They stood there in their surgical whites, whiter than white themselves," Rogozov wrote later. "I was scared too. But when I picked up the needle with the novocaine and gave myself the first injection, somehow I automatically switched into operating mode, and from that point on I didn't notice anything else."
As he reached the final and hardest part of the operation, he almost lost consciousness. He began to fear he would fail at the final hurdle.
"The bleeding is quite heavy, but I take my time... Opening the peritoneum, I injured the blind gut and had to sew it up," Rogozov wrote. "I grow weaker and weaker, my head starts to spin. Every four to five minutes I rest for 20 - 25 seconds.
"Finally here it is, the cursed appendage! With horror I notice the dark stain at its base. That means just a day longer and it would have burst… My heart seized up and noticeably slowed, my hands felt like rubber. Well, I thought, it's going to end badly and all that was left was removing the appendix."
But he didn't fail. After nearly two hours he had completed the operation, down to the final stitch.
Rogozov returned to his normal duties just two weeks later.
This story has been taken as from excerpts from the article by Sara Lentati of the BBC World Service.
I felt it so inspirational that I hoped to share it with you, in case you had not read the original article which can be found here ... http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-32481442
Monday, 4 May 2015
What happened when an anti-Semite found he was Jewish?
By Nick Thorpe BBC News, Hungary
Three years ago, a Hungarian far-right politician with a strong line in anti-Semitism discovered that he was Jewish. He left his party, and set out on a remarkable personal journey to learn and practise his Jewish faith.
Only seconds before he goes on stage, Csanad Szegedi paces the school corridor like a bear in an unfamiliar forest. Then the headmaster's introduction is over, the pupils who pack the hall are clapping enthusiastically, and the big man is going up the steps, the blood roaring in his ears.
The confidence returns and he plays to the crowd, just as he once did at party rallies, or as a member of the European Parliament.
He comes across a bit like the American singer Johnny Cash. "Hello, I'm Csanad Szegedi." And the schoolchildren of the Piarist Secondary School in Szeged hang on every word.
"I'm speaking to you here today," says the tall chubby faced man, with small, intelligent eyes, "because if someone had told me when I was 16 or 17 what I'm going to go tell you now, I might not have gone so far astray."
As deputy leader of the radical nationalist Jobbik party in Hungary, Szegedi co-founded the Hungarian Guard - a paramilitary formation which marched in uniform through Roma neighbourhoods.
And he blamed the Jews, as well as the Roma, for the ills of Hungarian society - until he found out that he himself was one. After several months of hesitation, during which the party leader even considered keeping him as the party's "tame Jew" as a riposte to accusations of anti-Semitism, he walked out.
Not a man to do things in half-measures, he has now become an Orthodox Jew, has visited Israel, and the concentration camp at Auschwitz which his own grandmother survived.
He discovered that his grandmother wore long-sleeved shirts, or a plaster in summer, to cover the tell-tale concentration camp number tattooed on her arm. As his old personality collapsed, Szegedi performed radical surgery on himself. He even set fire to copies of his own biography, I Believe in the Resurrection of the Hungarian Nation.
Today he speaks to the students without notes, sometimes striding along the stage, sometimes sitting back in a chair, but keeping their attention with a mixture of confessions, family histories, and jokes.
His volte-face seems complete - there are giggles from the girls, awkward squirming from the boys in the audience as he describes his circumcision. Then come the questions.
"Did you know any Jews before you discovered your own Jewish roots? How do you react when you hear anti-Semitism expressed today? Were you a practising Christian before you practised Judaism? Was it hard to break with your party?"
The answers are straightforward.
"Anti-Semitism doesn't need Jews, because its based on false premises. It is the projection of one's own fears, and lack of self esteem." He had a Protestant wedding, but was never christened. Every rupture was hard, but he tried to do it peacefully, and state firmly his own mistakes. And also did his duty to point to the extremism in his old party.
Wednesday, 29 April 2015
Thank you SRC president Mcebo Dlamini for saying that I have an element of Adolf Hitler in me.
Are you smoking crack?
Or are you just avariciously ambitious?
I'm guessing the second. Only a bottom-feeding wanna be politician would say something this inflammatory whilst we are in the midst of a crisis like xenophobia …. you disgust me with your blatant disregard for those who are suffering because of it.
You are a disgrace and an embarrassement to South Africa and all who live in it.
With all the anger and suffering in the world do we really need hate speech like this?
In my humble opinion you are an attention seeking tool.
(Yes I know highbrow words indeed!)
I look to Baltimore in the US. I see the riots and anger there, I see a mother protecting her son #Baltimoremom and I salute her. Here is a mother desperate to protect her child from making a monumental mistake .... and she takes action. She is to be admired and I wish more parents would follow in her footsteps to end the violence. Yes there must be an investigation in Baltimore and I believe the truth will out there.
But while I see people in Baltimore trying to quell the violence I also see others who are revelling in it.
All over the world there are people struggling to make a positive difference. And then we get some idiot with a big mouth making South Africa look even more racist and xenophobic than it really is.
This is hate speech, and while I don't know if we have a law here in SA making it illegal ... I think it's about time one was implemented.
MAKING THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE
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Monday, 16 February 2015
So everyday now on my radio show... oh hang on did I mention I'm a radio dj? Aaaanyway, I'm now doing two daily features "Word of the Day" and "Today's Teaser".
Yesterday's word was bandoline ... and I LOVED the answers that came up ... so I'm going to share them with you ....
So what is bandoline? Actually it's a gloopy pomatum to style hair.
What is pomatum you ask?
pomatum - hairdressing consisting of a perfumed oil or ointment.