‘Twas the night before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through Nkandla
The lights were ablaze
To the sound of “Amandla!”
While the rest of the nation
Was shedding its load
The power was strong
In this humble abode
Whose brilliant gleam
Could be viewed from in space
By a man in a sleigh
With a grin on his face
As he drove through the stars
In his dazzling red suit
He said “I’m coming to get you
To pay back the loot”
But the head of the house told him
Don’t be a fool
I spent it on building
This flaming big pool
So come sit beside me
And let’s get all boozy
In the Peace and Goodwill
Of my fire jacuzzi
I’ll raise up my glass
And say, “Ja, Noël Fine”
But I won’t pay the money
And I’ll never resign
But look to the lights
That shine over yonder
And let’s bring a halt to the
Blitzen and Donder
For now is the time to
Cease all your fighting
And shuttup complaining
That you haven’t got lighting
Joy to the world
Let the Angels sing Hark!
Enjoy your cold turkey
That you eat in the dark
Forget all the chaos
Ignore all the scandals
Let’s gather as one
By the light of our candles
And dwell on the things
That deserve celebration
As we dream of a brighter
More powerful nation

Quadriplegic with a death wish

I wish this woman in her wheelchair would ride on the pavement where there are ramps. But no she insists on riding down the middle of the road.  She may wish to be killed but I really wish she would do it somewhere else and not on the roads of Linden.

The superintendents house at the Hillbrow hospital

I used to live over the road from this house.  Over the years I have watched the neglect and disintegration of it.  This picture was taken on 16/12/2014.

So much for our wonderful ANC government.

The most disgusting place in Joburg

Yesterday I had to take a friend to Joburg station to catch a bus.
Firstly, there is no boom at the entrance to collect parking tickets. It has been broken off. 
I delivered the friend and then tried to get out only to find that there are parking ticket boxes and you cannot get out without breaking the booms.  

So you have to go and park your car (one parking at the other end of the parking lot) get a ticket from the entrance and wade through piles of human excrement and pay R12 (immaterial that you have originally spent less than five minutes in the dump) at one of three (only) money gobblers (two of which don't work so you stand in a queue) then find the machine only takes R20 or less (and NONE of the shops will exchange R100 notes).

EVENTUALLY you do get out of the concourse and have to wade through same said excrement to your car and gett out of the station.  What a downgrade for the once very nice Joburg station which I used to go to every day.

SHAME on you TRANSNET

RELIGIONS

I have no issue with belief systems.  I have issue with religions and the way gullible people blindly follow what the leaders say and that they demand that their followers have to convert others to their way of thinking.

For instance some of these religionists blindly believe that the Earth is only about 4000 years old. And no matter how you argue with them they will tell you that it is scientifically proved to be obly that old.  I wonder what science that would be?  The science of thumbsuck.

Even Judaism, the founding religion for both Christianity and Islam, acknowledges that the Earth is older than their 7000 year old religion which dates from the Circumcision of Abraham at 96 years old.

Religions are for the gullible, non-thinking, lazy people.  People who want to be led and want to be told what to do.  Most of the Christian religionists that I have come into contact with will happily quote a random verse from their bible and then I will ask them to tell me what is in the verse before and in the verse after, which nine times out of ten contradicts the verse quoted.

I have issue with people who tell me I have to believe what they believe.  I question everything, because I can and because I want to.

Recently I went to the memorial service of a man who was a confessed atheist.  His family decided to do a religious service with a minister officiating.  If  there is a life after death I had an image of him sitting at the end of the pew, beer in hand laughing his head off at the religionists praying for him.  If he has gone somewhere else I reckon he has gone to the big motor bike place in the sky.

I declare that when I die that there must be NO religious minister of any religion near me.  Cremate me, and scatter me to the winds and drink yourselves to a standstill with whatever money there is in my estate.  

DO NOT PRAY for me as there is nothing to pray for. I don't believe!!

LET ME DIE A YOUNG MAN'S DEATH

LET ME DIE A YOUNG MAN'S DEATH
Roger McGough


O Let me die a young man's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holy water death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death


When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an all night party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair 
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with ham fisted tommy guns burst in 
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a young man's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' 
death

10 ideas for bad bosses on bosses day

After my recent experiences with BAD bosses, namely Ron Wheeldon, Wendy, Leeanne, Edwin Campbell, Jacqui Michael, Paul, Seth Angel, Nicola Dewar, Ali Carim, etc.  I felt I had to include this:

With reference to an article I found on the internet (http://money.cnn.com/galleries/2011/smallbusiness/1110/gallery.bosses/index.html) plus a few options of my own:

Bad bosses are everywhere -- in big companies and small.

Half of all workers have experienced an "unreasonable manager" at some time in their career, according to a survey for OfficeTeam, a staffing company.

One-quarter of workers in a Developmental Dimensions survey say their boss is a know-it-all and another quarter work for a micromanager. No wonder one-third of workers say they spend about five hours a week lamenting their boss.

So what do you give a horrible boss for Bosses Day? Well, the employees in the summer flick "Horrible Bosses" hire a hit man. For gifts that have less dire consequences take a look at the following:

1. A demotivator calendar from Despair Inc.  

2. Whip and Bandage:  Workaholic bosses can be the worst. They expect you in at 5 a.m., are texting you at 6 a.m. and are wondering why you are leaving "early" after a 12-hour day. For that manager who drives everyone way too hard, head to a toy or dollar store and pick up a toy whip and a box of bandages.

3. A song telling him/her to what you really think and performed by fully dressed old people.

4.  A management course.  The American Management Association offers a variety of management courses, including "Servant Leadership," "Management Skills for New Managers" or "Improving Your Managerial Effectiveness." Even better, sign your boss up for one called "Win. How to Engage and Energize Your Employees."

5.  The best gift for them? An oversized piggy bank labeled "workers retirement fund" or "college fund for crew's kids." That will send a clear message that you're underpaid, said Karen Nussbaum, executive director of Working America, an AFL-CIO affiliate that runs an annual bad bosses' competition.

6.  A bottle of wine, or whiskey, so that he/she has to be nice to you for one day.

7.  Give yourself a gift:  Take the day off so you don't have to deal with the toxic boss on Boss's Day

8.   For a horrid boss, give him/she a Dildo (preferably huge and black) and find out how it is being screwed to death.  

9.  A packet of heavy duty tranquilisers.  Or possibly a nice pretty packaged pack of Ecstacy, Mandrax, weed or even a nice hallucinogenic mushroom or two.  At least it will keep out of your way for a day.

10.  A pack of suppositories or laxative laced chocolate, to blow the shit out of them.

Moral of the story is "Be careful who you crap on the way up, you might need them to catch you on the way down."

Of course my best would be to tell him to take a hike and shove his money up his butt, or alternatively buy his company and have the pleasure of beating his price down to rock bottom.  A hostile takeover, of course, would be wonderful, then one can have the distinct pleasure of telling him his mistakes to his face and making him squirm when told that because of his treatment of you in the past you, as company chairman have decide to take his salary for compensation.