The cat's mother and I have been looking at buying properties in Robertson in the Western Cape in SA, this is prop 1: A lovely small house that will be our lock up and go once we retire.
It is a small house on a small stand.
Wish us well.
In the dogfight or maybe catfight fought at the "*mindlessly* fascinating" blog of Roberta X, the fight was prematurely called to a halt. Og was just backpedaling from a viscious Right Hook from Beck
, the fight was't over but a diet
started commenting and Roberta stopped the fight. Sad.
Keesie have lived in both worlds, actualy I lived in a whole range of those worlds.
I was born into being a super person in a super world of the super race in the Republic Of south Africa, despised by all and sundry.
Since then I have lived and worked in various countries, West, East and Africa.
Og is correct: In Africa and the East in tribal/religious conflicts there is no civilised baseline.
Beck is correct: I and many that I know are not about to rape and pillage, and never will.
So do we need to govern ourselves as we will or do we need a orginised level of government?
Firstly I believe that income tax is immoral and wrong and corrupt, so I pay a $1000 bribe so that I do not have to pay a $49,000 tax, is that wrong?
Corrupt, maybe, but not wrong.
Beck might go to jail for not paying the bribe or the tax, that's just stoopid.
Og might go to jail for hitting the person that proposes the bribe, that's just stoopid.
Tata from Oom Keesie for now.
I've never backpedalled from anything in my life, and that faggot beck couldn't land a right hook on me without nursing his knuckles for a long while after.
On the gripping hand, I walked away from Roberta's blog rather than be rude there. I posted on my own blog and Billy wandered over there to be an ass, and has shown himself to be a typical coward. As I suspected.
I'm all about small government and low taxes and maximum freedom, and of course, anarchism won't get you there. period. beck is demonstrably a fool and i called him on it, and his way of demonstraing how "enlightened" he is was to spout off.
Kees? I'm bummed I missed you but it looks like I may have some upcoming opportunities in Zambia, maybe we'll meet yet.
As for civilized behavior in the west, well, most people in Zambia (MOST) were far more civil to me than anyone in America. One has but to commute in Chicago for about a week to understand the truth of this.
Keeskennis as quoted by R Kipling.
"If in all the hardship and travails of live, and the shit and the missed shots and the injustice and the bullshit and the socialist quagmire and the blagojevitches of life, you do not lose the humour, you are a man, my son"
But we live in the bloggyworld where links are god, so.
"If in all the hardship and travails of live, and the shit and the missed shots
and the injustice and the bullshit
(go and vote for him) and the socialist
(sorry Stu) quagmire
(sorry Mr. Wiman) and the blagojevitches
of life, you do not lose the humour
, you are a man, my son
The sonofabitch Kipling could have quoted one of my longer posts, as I would have liked to honour my whole blogroll.
May they laugh and enjoy with us this christmas.
I miss you all.
... indeed, they are missed...... and I was honored to have met two of those departed that you linked......
.... have a wonderful Christmas and New Year, sir...... and all the very best to you and yours....
A Merry Christmas to one of the bright lights of the Bloggy Firmament, Keesie hizzownself. A master of the Afrikaans nonsequitur, link-whore extaordinaire, and a man who can out-Irwin Steve Irwin, especially now that Steve Irwin is dead.
Hope you're having a good holiday, Kees.
Merry Christmas from the House by the Parkway, where there ain't no gators, crocs or other large disgusting reptiles, except, of course for the politicians.
Merry Merry and another Merry CHRISTMAS to you all.
Coming from a heathen this should be very merry!
Try and avoid hard drink if you can. Oh stuff that, I hate dressing up anyway.
Did any of you notice that I am posing next to an angel?
The best of wishes go to my darling wife, Cindy, Cats Mother, wife and woman of my dreams and my beautiful and hardheaded daughters.
Love you all.
I now hand the mike to Cindy the Cat's Mother.
Cindy, The Cat's Mother:
YAY, Keesie gives me so much SPACE. Then again, the man needs space. So we balance out our needs, a bit like a see-saw in a park for kids. Now we're up, now we're down but mostly we're on an even keel - as in, we balance out one another.
In our world it is good. It's so great to be with one another because we love each other and nature and we both love cats and I love creating gardens and he loves admiring and breathing it. He has given me and my two girls from my first marriage and his daughter from his late wife Esta, space to grow- stability, encouragement, laughter and joy - a surprise a minute and mostly pleasant.
Keesie hasn't felt a need to change although I'm evolving all the time and it's good because if you are a Keesie Reader you are sure to know that he is thoughtful, deep, light, obnoxious, and irreverant. We can go on here (ad nauseum). Kees is a free spirit and with him I'm free. Without him and because of him, I am still free (born on the 4th of July) - my destiny I reckon. I would have found my way anyway. But we're doing it together - what a pleasure.
Mannnnn, dressed up or undressed, Keesie makes me look good!
Love and light to you and yours.
May God's angels be with you.
I love this woman, yes I do, Oh yes I do.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, even the heathens.
Merry Christmas to the whole bunch of you fine folks!
Merry Christmas Keesie & Cat's mum!
At first I thought bible thumpers were coming to your front door again and the Cat's mum got the photo proof that you DO answer the door nekkid if they stop by.
KK: That's not nekkid, it is very close to fully dressed, for me, that is.
.... what a team you two make!..... when I come to visit you guys in Africa, I'm going to show you how to make Tennessee Pulled-pork on the bbq......
... Merry Christmas to you both!...
"I'se jus luv my BIG brudda"
They are both fully grown.
I wonder if any of my readers can figure out which of the cats in the piccie is called "Dessie" and which "Biggie"