Jy blaai in die argief vir 2010 Februarie.

Advocate Barbie’s “pain” – a sneek peek at a victims’ pain.

Februarie 26, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

(With reference to the article in this morning’s Beeld on how degrading it was for her to be handcuffed in public)

Whilst I have a degree of sympathy with Barbie because she was to some degree a victim of an abusive relationship, I must also remind her of a few other facts.

a) The fact that her victims were also degraded and traumatised beyond comprehension by deeds much more horrible than being handcuffed and led away in public. Worst of all, they were already traumatised, and thought wrongly that she had their interests at heart.

b) The fact that in SA child abuse victims who must testify in court cases can only start therapy once their testimony was heard. So, for years these kids had to go without help. One of them was interviewed by Beeld or Rapport a few months ago, and she has no life to speak of.

c) The tiny, often forgotten fact that their lives will be screwed up for the rest of their lives as a result of what Prinsloo and Visser did to them. (And because our legal system doesn’t allow for therapy before testimony.) Drugs, booze, a child out of wedlock, inflicting self-hurt, abnormal relationships in later life, eating disorders: that’s the kind of things that happen to kids who are abused and don’t get any help.

d) The fact that she wasn’t always as soft and nice as she now appears in the media. I clearly remember an almost arrogant woman with the first court appearances.

e) The fact that there was a time when she blatantly lied, even to the court.

Why, you may ask, am I not more sympathetic?

Because I know what damage sexual molestation does to a child’s life. It affects EVERY aspect of their little lives – psyche, health, even schoolwork. And this I know because my daughter was a victim of abuse by a family member. And no,  I don’t live in Danville and we are not maplotters and we are not common. Those are the myths about sexual abuse, but let me tell you, it is a crime and perversion that knows NO barriers. Not gender, not race, not class, not religion. In 90% of reported cases the victims knows their perpetrator, and yes, very often it is family members (according to the stats). 

And no, I was not absent or a bad mother or smoking boom or lying drunk on my couch while this took place. Paedophiles are very sneaky people who win everybody’s trust. At the surface there’s nothing wrong, and the child even seems to like the offender. He or she is always the last one that one could think being capable of this. 

It took three years and a lot of God’s grace to heal my little girl. For three years I drove from Alberton to Northcliff every Friday to get her to the best child psychologist I knew of. She had to go for occupational therapy, as she one day, out of the blue, started writing from right to left and doing other weird things in her books. She wet her bed until she was 9 years old. She was scared of the dark, wouldn’t eat certain things because it reminded her of the trauma, and she was angry. With us, with her little brother (then 3), with everybody. Sometimes even a smell evoked a traumatic memory. The stress of all of this also led to the final breakdown of my marriage and her dad reverting to alcohol once again, as he couldn’t deal with what happened to our daughter.

Somebody stole my child’s innocence, her childhood, the right to grow up in a happy two-parent family, and those are things she will never get back. Yes, she is a happy,very well adapted, sweet little kid, and she will probably use this experience to help people in future. But it could have been so differently.

My heart aches for the mothers of child abuse victims who are not in the same position as we were. At least we had a very good medical aid which even allocated extra money towards therapy. At least I knew where to start looking for help. At least we believed her (because victims are often not believed because their parents don’t want to rock the boat with family.) At least she could come to us to tell us of the horrors of her little life. At least I didn’t have a boss to ask for time off once a week to take my daughter for therapy.

So, advocate Barbie/Cezanne, I am sorry that your life turned out like this. That you were degraded in court.That you are probably going to jail. But there must have been a window of opportunity, albeit how small, where you could have turned to walk away from Dirk. It would have made you a much more believable “victim” and I might have had more sympathy with you.

(And with that, and 50 000 hits on my blog, I great you, dear bloggers. I am going on a retreat for people who lost loved ones, and am looking forward to a weekend of meeting with God, silence, enough sleep and just taking a break from my normal life. Don’t kill each other here in Blogville while I’m away. Although, it has been so slow lately, I think everybody’s bandwidth is finished… Or you all lost your oemf.)

How cute! (I want one of each!)

Februarie 26, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

No, they’re not real. It’s just photoshop!

What shall we call this one? Dog and chick makes dick. So, that one is not going to work. How about Pick? (Pom and chick) or Chom? (Chick and pom)

And this one is definitely a zecko.

Two brilliant cartoons about Eskom

Februarie 26, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Isn’t this the way we all feel?

Look at Malema’s little HOP-house. And his little HOP-car… The poor, poor baby!

Februarie 25, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Dis nie net ons wat lekker met Malema en kie spot nie! Lood (skrywer van Lood se praatjies in Beeld) doen dit net so lekker! Lees die juweel wat vandag uit sy pen gekom het.

Lood se praatjies

2010-02-25 09:54

Julius Malema se informele nedersetting in die noorde van Johannesburg. Regs voor is ’n Hop-motor.Foto: SA inkomstediens (oukei, nie regtig nie)

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Iewers moet daar ’n spesiale soort hel vir gevalle ANC-helde wees; ’n plek waar verbitterde comrades gedwing kan word om net First Watch te drink, roomkleurige safaripakke te dra en in ongelisensieerde Hi-Aces rond te ry.

Hulle sal in Hop-huise bly, met water en elektrisiteit wat deur ’n ANC-stadsraad aan hulle “voorsien” sal word.

Hiervoor sal hulle elke ses maande ’n enorme foutiewe rekening van die Johannesburgse metroraad ontvang – wat hulle dan sal moet gaan bevraagteken by ’n nors, ongeletterde vent wat net deur ’n eenrigting-venstertjie in ’n gebou in Braamfontein met hulle sal praat.

Spesifiek sal hul vullis deur die Tshwane-metroraad verwyder word, hul riool deur Sannieshof bestuur word en hul drinkwater uit die Hartbeespoortdam kom.

Elke liewe straat sal Thabo Mbeki-rylaan heet en geen naamsverandering sal toegelaat word nie.

Jacob Zuma sal die skoolhoof wees en die hoofseun, Julius Malema, sal elke middag in ’n Aston Martin by hom opdaag om skyn-detensie te sit.

Robert McBride sal die spietkop wees, Jackie Selebi die poeliesman, John Hlophe die landdros en Carl Niehaus die predikant.

Tony Yengeni en Joe Modise sal tweedehandse motors verkoop. Die dorp sal ’n tenderraad hê waarvan al vier lede se van Shaik is, maar hulle sal net kontrakte mag toeken aan ondernemings met Cope-bande.

Brett Kebble sal keer op keer as burgemeester herkies word; en PW Botha, Chris Hani en Steve Biko sal beurte maak om snags die hel uit hulle almal te kom spook.

Toegegee, dis eintlik maar net die soort plek waarin die res van ons in elk geval woon …

Salig is die armes

Bogenoemde nedersetting sal natuurlik ’n spesiale plekkie vir jong Julius hê, laat weet Lood se gesant by die jeuglieger se mediakonferensie Maandag in Johannesburg.

Die land se voorste vriend van ’n ingenieur laat hoor toe hy besit net een motor (’n Mercedes-Benz wat R814 000 kos).

Die ander vuurwaens waarin hy soms gesien word (of in afgetrek word), het die jeugliga óf vir hom gehuur óf hy het dit by een van sy ewe arm comrades geleen.

Die Range Rover in die oprit by sy huis (sien foto) is dus iemand anders s’n?

Resekteer die ANC

In Luthuli-huis se ingangsportaal waar genoemde mediakonferensie gehou is, is ’n spoggerige muurversiering van krale wat die ANC se gunsteling-dekmantels in allerhande kleure en vorme uitbeeld: Woorde soos “Reconciliation”, “Respect” en “Freedom”.

Net jammer die “Respect” mis die “p” en nou’s dit net “Resect”. En die Reconciliation se “n” is verkeerd ­om sodat die skuinsstrepie oploop pleks van afloop.

Dalk was daar ongerymdhede met die muurbehangsel se tender?

Bulls 1, Mugabe 0

Louis Fick, ’n Suid-Afrikaanse boer in Zimbabwe, vertel vroeër vandeesweek in Pretoria hy was verlede naweek op Loftus toe die Bulls die Brumbies verwoes het.

“Dit was wonderlik om te sien. In die week gee die war veterans ons baie opdraande, maar as die Bulls en die Blou Bulle naweke wen, het ons weer nuwe moed.”

Lood se bron sê al wat dié bittereinders in Zimbabwe oor het, is mekaar, hul geloof en die span met die horings.

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Rants (sorry, not much to rave about)

Februarie 25, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Ahoi from Cape Town, also known as Alberton in this neck of the woods. Yep folks, we have once again be blessed with constant rains, falling in that true Cape Town-style. Softly, but consistently. A VERY nice break after the heat.

Tannemys is working her backside off. In between crippling back and neck spasms which had me running to the physio since Friday. There I get the works. Heat packs, acupuncture, a thorough but %&$#! sore back massage. I swear, I don’t want to be my physio’s husband – the woman’s power knows no end. As soon as I return to the workbench, the tension in my back sets in, and the whole thing starts from scratch, sometimes causing migraines.

But even more reason for migraine is living in South Africa. The country of corrupt thieves and dictators-in-disguise posing as youth leaders and parlementarians, the land of the ever increasing electricity bill, and last but not least, the land of Promise. No, not as in the Promised Land. Here we are getting promises only – very little action, a lot of potholes, an even bigger load of bulldust and an ever tightening belt. While we dodge the bullets of hijackers, robbers and rapists.  Oh, sorry, I forget we have NO crime. It’s merely a figment of the overactive media’s overactive imagination.

Lovely to see some form of justice in Adv Barbie’s case. But wait? Why do I feel a little bit dissatisfied? Because there are thousands out there who committed even more heinous, dispicable crimes and they are walking free. When can we expect a justice system and police force that actually works, sometimes even at the same time? And with the same aim: a safer SA. Noticed I didn’t say crimefree? Because that is just plain pie in the sky. Just like rooting out corruption and nepotism and poverty seems to be at this very fragile stage of our democracy.

Before I jump off my VERY HIGH garden wall, let me go and fetch the kids from school…

Really funny: VASECTOMY, the Benoni way

Februarie 24, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

(And it also works for Vereeniging, Vanderbijlpark, Springs, Bronkhorstspruit, Primrose, Eastgate, Carltonville, Orkney, Randfontein, Brits, Boksburg, Veldrif. AND BEFORE YOU SHOOT ME: I technically live in two of the most *UHMMM* notoriously *AHEM* “less posh” areas in Gauteng. Alberton is (for some) East Rand, and for others the beginning of the deep south of Joburg, where the Lebs and other gangsters live. As for me? I like Alberton, but you do get some WEIRD people here…)

(Said with tongue firmly in cheek)

After having their 11th child, a Brakpan couple decided that was enough.
So the husband went to his doctor and told him that he and his wife didn’t want to have anymore children…

The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy but that it was expensive.  (For people staying in Brakpan, paying more than R50 for anything other than booze, car accessories or a sound system, is expensive).

A less costly alternative, said the doctor, was to go home, get a cherry bomb (fireworks are legal in Brakpan), light it, put it in a beer can,then hold the can up to your ear and count to 10!  The man said: “Aag, yinne,  I maait not be de cleverest oke in the wurlt,  but I dussin see how putting a cherrie borm in a beer can, next to my ear, is going to help me.”

“Trust me,” said the doctor…

So the man went home, lit a cherry bomb, and put it in a beer can.   He held the can up to his ear and began to count:
“Wun, twooo, freee, forrr, faaaiife,” at which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs, and resumed counting on his other hand…

‘n Grappie of vier (nie vir sensitiewe siele nie, maar BAIE snaaks)

Februarie 23, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Okay, ek sien jy’t besluit jy’s nie ‘n sensitiewe siel nie…

Just a bit of news of general interest before I share the joke that had me laughing and snorting like a berserk baboon. (An even scarier sound if you are the only one awake at 22h30 at night.)

Anyhoe, zipped to Pretoria and back today. Zipped, you may ask? Yes, zipped indeed. It seems that MOST of the work on Gauteng highways and byways are done, and apart from a bottle neck near Lynnwood off-ramp (both south and north) it felt like I was flying to and fro. (If you keep your eyes peeled for the barriers, of course.) But yes, it seems that Gauteng’s roads at least may be ready in time for FIFA 2010! (So, at least the tourists will be escape from the highjackers at great speed…) *Cynical Tannemys ordered to leave the room*

*Enters Tannemys-the-eternal-optimist* Drie hoeras vir die padwerkers: hoer, hoer, hoer, a, a, a (soos ons altyd op Stellenbosch gese het).

Nou vir die grappies (en dis hier waar my shrink moet ophou lees vir ‘n sekonde):

Gatiep: Gammat, wasse honne het djy?
Gammat: Haskies.
Gatiep: Ek vra wasse honne het jdy man….
Gammat: Haskies!!!!!!!!
Gatiep: Ag *okof – Djou, dowe donner!

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Sielkundige vra : Kyk jy vir jou vrou se gesig tydens sex? “Ek het 1
keer en sy’t redelik die hel in gelyk!”  

Hoe dan so?  

“Sy’t by die venster ingeloer……!”

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Baas toets blond se wiskunde: “As ek vir jou R5 miljoen minus 10% gee,
hoeveel trek jy af?”  

Blond: “Als Meneer!…. Skoene, rok, bra, pantie. ALLES!!

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‘n Engelssprekende vrou gee geboorte. Sy vra die ‘blonde’ nurse:
“Is it a boy?”  

Nurse: “Nee mevrou, dit is ‘n wit kind.”

Famous last words…

Februarie 22, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Maybe old Jewels M, the “jewel in the ANC’s crown”, should brush up a bit on history. (Warning JM, it’s a bit more difficult than woodwork…)

A lot of very famous people were very sure (why does the expression “cock sure” jump into my head?) when it came to politics. And they saw their backsides without the help of a mirror.

Take for instance the Shah of Iran in 1978 who said: “Nobody can overthrow me.”

And what about Edward Kennedy who said (on April 15, 1980) in the run up to the presidential election: “I can win both the nomination and the presidential contest.”

Or what about something closer to his (communist) heart?

“As Russia collapsed into revolution around her, the Czarina Alexandra showed fine hauteur. Writing to her husband Nicholas II, she typified the revolutionaries as ‘youngters and girls’ who ran around shouting that they had no bread.

‘They do this just to create some exitement. If the weather were cold, they would probably all be staying at home. But the thing will pass and quiet down…”

On the eve of the Revolution, as the mob was forming outside the Winter Palace, she wrote to her husband: “Monday I read another scurrilous proclamation, but I think everything will be all right. The sun is shinging so brightly and I feel so calm and at peace.” (Acknowledgement: Don’t quote me, Don Atyeo & Jonathan Green)

Or is it the rest of us that should start worrying? The noises old Jewels are making has been heard elsewhere on this dark (in someplaces VERY dark) continent of Africa. (And no, Mr. National-Intelligence-Spy, I’m not referring to race, I’m referring to future, as in Dark Future – similiar to Dark Ages, only different… Or not so different, in some cases)

A Zapiro-not-so-funny: I’m afraid this is what is starting to happen to this country

Februarie 22, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Is this the kind of country 1000’s died for? And what are we going to do about it? And, even more important, what will government DO about this? We know they have PLANS but when can we expect some ACTION??