30 January 2009
When I was a young man of about 26 I was employed on a contract in the Northern Transvaal.
I lived with two others on a farm about thirty miles from a small town.
My housemates were on leave and my housekeeping skills then, as now, were dismal.
So I arrived after work to find nothing edible in the house and decided to, quickly, before the sun sets to bag me pheasant or quail for dinner.
Just back of the house was a vast field with 8 ft tall grass and over the hill it faced onto a pool in a small stream, an ideal ambush spot for any fowl. So I set of with a shotgun and some birdshot cartridges and worked my way through the tall grass for 500 yards or so until only a screen of the grass shielded me from the view of anything in my intended killing range.
Looking at the sun I realised that my hunger and anticipation had led me to the spot twenty minutes early and so I settled down for a relaxing snooze.
A noise woke me up and I peered out from my hidey hole to see a young man, about my age walking towards me. I recognized him as Adriaan Foster who lived on the next farm with his elderly Mother and Father. Although I have met him several times and we were friendly, we were not friends, some of my friends who went to school with him called him aloof and stuck up as he was not a party reveler like ourselves.
Then as now my mind works by a system or systems, unknown, even to me.
And I lay there, thinking “Bummer, I am going to bed hungry tonight”
I must interrupt the story here to tell you that I have a booming voice, I mean military parade ground, BOOMING.
Without a thought or any contemplation I cupped my hands in front of my mouth and shouted “Adriaaaan Fosteerr”
He came to an abrupt halt and quizzically looked around, but the tall grass that hid me from his view also filtered the sound of my voice and hid the direction from where it came. I gave him thirty seconds or so and shouted again, slightly louder “Adriaaaaann Fosterrr”, he was completely taken aback and stood still peering at some bushes off to my right.
By now I had to hold my nose and mouth with my hand to stop the laughter that was welling up, so it was at least thirty seconds to a minute before I composed myself and shouted again “Adriaaaaann Fosterrr”. He was standing with a look on his face that made me grab my mouth and nose and bury my face in the ground and grass so as not to burst out laughing.
Then I heard a noise and looked up. The laughter drained out of my body as I saw the scene in front of me.
Adriaan had knelt down on one knee, his hat was in his left hand and his right hand was pointing skyward. His head was tilted back and he said in a strong voice “Speak my Lord, Your servant is listening”
The silence was deafening.
I coughed and got up, he glanced in my direction but said nothing, I had nothing to say either. As I walked past him I heard a heart rendering sob and then the sound of a grown man crying.
I went to bed hungry that night and I couldn’t sleep, not because of the hunger but because some sounds stay with you for a long, long time.
.... damn.... where does one begin to comment to that......
Revenge of the hidden Atheist
I must be a real asshole.
hoosierboy 02.01.09 - 4:50 pm #
I woulda said, " Get the fuck up and don't sin no more"
As long as he didn't strip and try to wear banana leaves or something.
Keesie, I'm back. Come visit!
29 January 2009
The shoe fits
A friend, who worked away from home all week, always made a special effort to be with his family on the weekends. For years, every Sunday morning he would take his little granddaughter out for a drive in the car for some bonding time - just he and his granddaughter*.
One particular Sunday, when she was about 4, he had a bad cold and really didn't feel like being up at all. Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter out. When they returned, the little girl anxiously ran upstairs to see her grandfather.
'Well, did you enjoy your ride with grandma?'
'Oh yes, PaPa,' the girl replied, 'and do you know what? We didn't see a single dumb bastard or lousy shit head anywhere we went today!'
Brings a tear to your eye doesn't it?
Stolen from The Silverbacks
Reminds me when my daughter was 4-5 after returning from a trip to the store...she quickly ran inside and told her mom "I know what a MF'r is".With a shocked expression on her face, Nancy focased her attention on me as Rhonda continued and said "it's someone who don't know how to drive good"
My GF & I were babysitting for a couple once, who wanted to make sure we were not just watching TV, so they left a tape recorder running..... Wait until your girlfriends daughter turns 18 fuck knows they know everything
My GF & I were babysitting for a couple once, who wanted to make sure we were not just watching TV, so they left a tape recorder running.....
Wait until your girlfriends daughter turns 18 fuck knows they know everything
Done lost it all
26 January 2009
Old photos 2
Just for Eric, but Bonita will understand how my Mother felt.
Keeskennis and Middle brother circa 19voertsek, we were soooo cooool.
Compare the above pic to this one below.
We are in reverse order on the left.
The baby is my brother from the previos post
And the girls are my eldest and middle sisters
The picture of you and your brother reminds me of this.
You boys were rocking some hawt hair cuts there!
.... thank you, sir...... you guys look great......... startling to see so much white (both in flesh and in clothes) in Africa, though!........
ya look just like Ringo!
18 January 2009
Quote of the day
KeesKennis: About 6 minutes ago, I would not shit you on that would I, not even when I was pissed, would I sink to that.
...... You know, you are absolutely insane ........ and I kinda like that ...........
I keep staring at the screen, hoping to say something intelligible in answer to this post.
I'll let you know...
and as a result of extreme lazynezzz I am reposting this.
As Joan was not included because she had not yet discovered KEESKENNIS at that stage I now Include her here.
Joan: Is she really that wise or she a dancing dilitante ........?
I'm still trying to figure out what this post is about. Do you think drinking some tequila would help?
Hi Joan, does that mean you will come dancing wif ornery ole me?
Bob, but it only kicks at bottle number 2, OK.
"The Thinker" in Cleveland, Ohio got blown up in 1970. I wrote about it here.The vandals were never apprehended, but it was largely believed to be the work of the Weathermen, which was also the organization that Bill Ayres was associated with.Have a good day, Mr. K.
MAEVE tagged me with an award. (Thanks Pumpkin) ( yes she is now officially a PUMPKIN)
She also tagged Guyk and he posted.
"MAEVE tagged me with a meme thing what I HAVE DONE DID.
But in any event I must say that I am flattered that ANYONE would consider this bit of shit and wit thinking..more like laughing and ranting to keep from screaming and yelling.."
She also tagged. My beotch Athena over at Athena rises ( bitch thinks waaaaaay too much)
And beotch posted.
"I hate Maeve!!!
and I hate being tagged... especially with complicated instructions!!!"
"So, I felt obligated to post a real thought provoker, but I have to go take a dump!!!"
THE RULES ( I love rules)
1. If you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think.
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme
3. Optional: Proudly display the “Thinking Blogger Award” with a link to the post that you wrote.
You Get, in our blogosphere.
Linkers. (that is a chain link fence)
Stinkers. (that is Keesie's paw, and the stain is nicotine)
And those are the standards, by which we get judged.
I would like to add: Captains (Wankers, ran a close second) of Free Reign.
But with CoFR, we stand.
I AM stopping this meme here.
Cos it is stupid.
The originator of this said.
"Now Divya tagged me on the Z list. I wouldn't mind putting it here as well but I don't know if I, or my readers, would relate to any of the blogs listed. That is, provided they click any links there. In fact, I can share my experience with you. I clicked some of them and to be honest I wasn't wrong about what I thought earlier. It is a list but just too random!
This is also the sole reason why I don't have a blogroll. There are far too many blogs I read on a regular basis and not all of them are even closely related to what I blog about. How would I know which ones, from the wide range of blogs, would be of interest you too?"
A person that cannot make up their eenie wweeenie little mind as to whom to include in their blogroll starts a "I make you think" meme.
I am not looking down on the blogs that have been tagged, not at all.
I have visited 200 or more of these blogs.
Some of them will appear on my blogroll soon.
If I had participated in this random pyramid scheme, I could have tagged.
Vman - He makes me think whether he is sane?
Elisson - He makes me think if I have a life?, Watch his blogroll, like his life, Immense.
Eric - He makes me think about popping balloons and squirrel sex?
Guyk - God forbid?
Tanker - Why I am not allowed to post a comment on his site?, I know that he had 200,000 hits lately, but is that a reason to blacklist me?
Bonita - How come some people have got all their Sh*t in one basket, and will I ever get there?
Rex - Can he shoot straight?
Hammer - Am I sane or not? Please DO NOT answer.
Jim - Would you have thought he was only 49 years old?
Jim PRS - How does a New Yorker stay sane?
Cat - Is he real?
Twenty - Is he a C*nt?
Misty - How many 69's can a women survive?
Erica - Have you not wondered about Yewish chicks?
Blob - Will the Military pensions be so that he can keep on blogging?
Froth - How many insects will she kill?
El capitan - Can one person be this rotund and literate at the same time, 99,000 titles, read?
Walrilla - I called him Lefty instaed of Righty, is he offended?
Mohawk - Is he really and Indian and a Marine?
Rodger - Is he as sweet as he is or is he hiding behind Mother Superior?
Chickie - She can't be real, their must be some bedlam around.
Key - Are you giving something in return for the 20 K?
Bane - Can he stay Coulter around the issues always? Not Likely!!, his mouth is too big to shut up. I like him for that.
HOW THIS MEME ARRIVED AT THE PITS.
For my own sanity we will now follow a single thread as I otherwise I have to link more than a MILLION THINKERS. ( I call bullshit - Ed)
2AM is offline so we have to go the long way around.
And at this stage I am LOST.
GRATUITOUS LINKAGE TO FOLLOW
These people kept on tagging each other.
A previous time when I was less intoxicated I found 22 levels of tagging.
So Fu*k It.
IF you , really want to know more go to this link and get your thinking sorted out.
Cute badge. I prefer the silver one for my blog, but am much to humble to post it. Also, I don't have the time with all the thinking and stuff that I do.
Lefty, Righty, it doesn't matter. Just don't call me late for supper. B-)>And that sounds like a hell of a group to go to Africa with.
Yewish chicks? What's to wonder? I am one, ain't I?
I mean, it's not like I get so many comments that I just randomly decide to isolate some poor soul and send him away...
Very impressive, and it requires way more thought than I am capable of. Sort of like calculus.
11 January 2009
I'm clean - Any Questions?
This is such a magic shot, I believe it must belong to somebody.
Please let me know and I will acknowledge you
I love this pic.
10 January 2009
True or futuristic or just that
Just so you understand: I didn't start this. Sullivan singled me out for opprobrium. And I only bring it up again because he's having his silly little queer popularity contest and continues to traduce me. I'd sooner have public bath house traffic in Port-au-Prince than the commenters I'm receiving of late.
I'm glad your ridiculously empty life has allowed you the opportunity to send a complete stranger such a pompous, ignorant, and self-satisfied missive, however. Now go back and play with the other cunts."
New tech is dangerous
09 January 2009
Well that figures
I scored about like you. We are both from the South.
08 January 2009
I do what?
Did I offend you in some way?
Thanks but I am unoffendable.
Years and years of practise, I can assure you
Man alone - eating - 1
As Elisson says "link-whore extaordinaire"
So if that is so who can resist. Down the blogroll cooks we go.
Acidman: Boiled peanuts: I never told him so, but I shudder ...
Vman: He must have boiled a few 16' whips and ate them with gravel for seasoning, but who knows, maybe there is a Key, somewhere!
Denny: I love his cooking, it is always done in a upper class setting by a proper chef. He maintains it is all about the wine.
Roger: Mostly French and Bacon, he did not comment, but he will approve, he is the Weal Kwing of Fwance after ALL.
I'm wounded! Devastated!
Hi Muster CayJon
OMG Kees, you crack me up!
My Secret Christmas Polecat Recipe
... dude, I made some pork ribs last night that were so good.... that if you put one on the top of your head, your tongue would knock your brains out trying to get to it......