A WHITE TAX????

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A WHITE TAX????

August 12, 2011 

by shane

So – a white tax just for white people.

So Desmond Tutu reckons we should be taxed because we are white, and we should be happy about it??? To show how contrite we feel about how we benefited from apartheid?? Well Mr Tutu you can kiss my natural born white ass!!

If that is not racism then I don’t know what is? If they can tax us because we are white then we should be able to tax them because they are stupid?? I mean fair is fair. Never has there been more uneducated blatant criminals in power than now – under black rule! But I should feel guilty because my mother and father worked hard and could therefore afford to give me a decent education? Well that is not going to happen! The taxes that our mothers and fathers paid is what built this once magnificent country and the amazing infrastructure that kept it great! The same infrastructure that is now all but non existent because you are so busy stealing our taxes that you have forgotten to maintain anything?

While we are at it why don’t we instigate a special tax for Mr Zuma because he has so many wives shopping with our tax money? And a special tax for Julius Malema for parading as a human being when he is actually some kind of brain dead moron! Then we should tax all black children to try and make up the money lost on the schools they have burned down? Lets tax all the Zimbabweans as well because they just waltz over our non existent borders and suck our economy dry! We should levy a tax on the church as well for allowing Tutu into a position of authority when he is obviously a blatant racist.

I think it might be prudent to levy a tax on all tourists to this country for the privilege of being allowed to come here and be raped and murdered and infected with HIV? And while we are at it lets tax all the black people because they don’t need sunscreen to protect them from the African sun, I mean that’s not fair? Or better yet – why don’t you all grow a pair and stop blaming all your woes on a policy that has been over for decades!! A policy that had nothing to do with us – the people who’s taxes keep you in armani suits and luxury German cars??

YOU DONT FRY THE GOOSE THAT LAYS THE GOLDEN EGGS YOU DIMWITTED IDIOTS!!

Without the white people who you are so intent on punishing and their taxes you would have nothing!! So back off!! We are slowly getting tired of being squeezed!!

MANDELA, TUTU EN MALEMA - DIE ROOI LIGTE BRAND.

Die ondertone en ooreenstemmings van die swart rassiste Nelson Mandela, Desmond Tutu en Julius Malema is verstommend identies. Waaroor dit gaan, is hulle diepliggende haat vir dit wat wit is. Met hulle uitsprake word aan die Marxistiese aanslag in die Nuwe Demokratiese Rewolusie (NDR), momentum gegee. Die voltrekking van die aanslag teen alles wat wit is, lê voor die deur.

Die Mandela-psigose waaraan sekere witmense ly, is verstommend. Die Kleurling-radiostasie, RSG was in Julie, elke dag besig met politieke propaganda oor die “ikoon Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela” waarin klein kindertjies gebruik was om Mandela op te hemel tot vervelens toe. Ou vrouens, wat seker niks het om te doen nie en dit geniet om na hulle eie stemme te luister, snik lofliedere tot sy eer. Dit is om van siek te word. Om alles te kroon het die sakeman, Bok van Blerk met De la Rey, op ‘n motorfiets ‘geklim’ om by die kakofonie aan te sluit. Hy sal sekerlik nie op sy toer oor De la Rey ‘sing’ nie. Ook nie oor ‘n rugbybal nie! Gelukkig is daar diegene onder ons wat deur Van Blerk gesien het.

Dit sal miskien goed wees as ons ‘n slag van naderby die ikoon, Mandela bekyk en wat hy vir ons beteken het!

RIVONIA

Daar is geen beter plek om na Mandela te luister en hom te weeg nie as by die Rivonia-verhoor waar hy en andere aangekla is vir Hoogverraad nie.

Sy veelgeroemde “Statement from the dock” is sekerlik die beste plek om te luister wat die ANC beoog het.

Mandela aan die woord:
We believe that South Africa belongs to all the people who live in it, and not to one group, be it black or white.

The most important political document ever adopted by the ANC is the 'freedom charter.' It is by no means a blueprint for a socialist state. It calls for redistribution, but not nationalisation, of land; it provides for nationalisation of mines, banks, and monopoly industry, because big monopolies are owned by one race only, and without such nationalisation racial domination would be perpetuated despite the spread of political power. It would be a hollow gesture to repeal the gold law prohibitions against Africans when all gold mines are owned by European companies. In this respect the ANC's policy corresponds with the old policy of the present Nationalist party which, for many years, had as part of its programme the nationalisation of the gold mines which, at that time, were controlled by foreign capital. Under the freedom charter, nationalisation would take place in an economy based on private enterprise. The realisation of the freedom charter would open up fresh fields for a prosperous African population of all classes, including the middle class. The ANC has never at any period of its history advocated a revolutionary change in the economic structure of the country, nor has it, to the best of my recollection, ever condemned capitalist society.

Political division, based on colour, is entirely artificial and, when it disappears, so will the domination of one colour group by another. The ANC has spent half a century fighting against racialism. When it triumphs it will not change that policy.

During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.

Wat die ANC bereik het is swart dominasie en wit onderdrukking en verdruk­king. Julius Malema sê niks nuuts oor nasionalisering wanneer hy die volk met sy neusgate aanspreek nie. Wat Mandela reggekry het is die kunsmatige skepping van ‘n swart middelklas en die verarming van witmense.

Oor ras het Mandela dit gesê. Desmond Tutu sê niks nuuts wanneer hy witmense wil belas omdat hulle wit is nie. Dit is al gesê. Al wat nou nog moet gebeur, is die in werkingstel daarvan. Dit is die kenmerk van rassiste - hulle praat almal dieselfde taal. As gevolg van die tydsverloop tussen Mandela se planne en Malema se gegorrel, gaan dit wat beoog was en wat bereik gaan word, nie dieselfde wees nie. Malema gaan suur mynwater nasionaliseer en die myne sal afgebreek word en vir skrootmetaal verkoop word, soos in die geval van die Aurora-groep. Swart bemagtiging is wit onderdrukking!

Wat staan ons te doen?

TLU SA se president, mnr. Ben Marais sê dat dit duidelik is dat die Jeugliga se eise nie net praatjies van ’n klomp jong heethoofde is nie en dat dit in werk­likheid ondersteun word deur beide die ANC en Cosatu, waarskynlik op grond van die SAKP se kommunistiese agenda. “Die ANC het dus blatant gelieg oor sogenaamde versekerings dat nasionalisering nie op die tafel is nie. Cosatu het nou openlik erken dat die ANC-taakspan reeds aanvaar het dat nasionalisering sal plaasvind maar dat daar nog net besin moet word hoe dit prakties uitgevoer moet word.”

Mnr. Marais sê die feit dat vir alle nasionalisering vergoeding ter sprake is behalwe op grond bevestig TLU SA se standpunt dat die kommersiële boer, wat kos aan almal voorsien, geteiken word om vernietig en uitgeroei te word. “Is dit dan ook die rede waarom daar nie die aandag aan plaasmoorde gegee word wat dit vereis nie, want elke boer wat nie meer daar is nie is ’n probleem minder as dit kom by nasionalisering?” vra mnr. Marais.

“Ten spyte daarvan dat daar geen enkele suksesverhaal van nasionalisering in die wêreld gewys kan word nie loop die ANC en sy trawante reguit op die ekonomiese afgrond af wat dit skep. Die tyd het nou aangebreek dat georganiseerde landbou en georganiseerde besigheid in Suid-Afrika dringend byeenkom en hande vat om almal se belange te beskerm teen die ernstigste bedreiging nog wat die ekonomie en die land nou te wagte is. TLU SA sal binne dae prosesse aan die gang sit om tersaaklike rolspelers byeen te bring.”

Daar is groot dankbaarheid vir die insig wat na instansies kom oor wat die planne van die ANC en sy kommunistiese bondgenote vir witmense inhou. Ongelukkig is dit laat in die dag as gevolg van die benadering van agteroorbuig en polities korrek te wil bly. Een groepie sal dit ook alleen nie regkry nie. Die totale Boerevolk en almal wat wil. moet gemonster word om gereed te maak vir die aanslag wat op ons wag. Teen hierdie agtergrond word duisende jong swartes opgelei by militêre instellings. Dit behoef nie ‘n siener om te raai vir watter doel nie.

Dit het tyd geword om wakker te word en saam te staan!

METRORAIL- THE FAiLED INTERFACE OF A FAILED BLACK COMMUNIST SYSTEM

As I stood on platform 3 of Woodstock station in Cape Town this cold July morning- with a soft filtering rain sweeping across the wet and slippery platforms- my mind slips to long-gone days when this station used to be a bustling station with hundreds of factories adjacent the railway lines. As my eyes scanned the surroundings-  I felt a hump in my throat swelling. Cold anger rose in my inner-sanctum as I stood there...just gazing at the site I now must observe.

Do you still remember the good old days- when you used to travel by train as a child? Now THAT was one helluva experience- wasn't it? Each station you passed- was neat and orderly- no matter how big...or how small. Each station was kept to the edge of tidiness and perfection- specially inspected by the station-master himself. You see- those old days- there were a prize every month for the neatest station- and one grand-prize year-end for the over-all winner. Mostly the remuneration included a bonus for that specific station's personnel. Every-one was quite proud to be part of the team- and people used to carry their station's banner with pride. You would not see a flower pot out-of place. Yea...that was the "good old days."

Today I stood on that same platform again...as many years ago...and I only could shake my head in shame- shame that this once beautiful country was so recklessly being abandoned  to the Hyenas-  to ruin it to the bone.Today I could not stomach the reality that this once-proud little station was so neglected.

There still is a few factories around- call it the remnants of the once productive Cape Industrial suburb...but they too- will disappear very soon due to uncontrolled  foreign Chinese invasions of cheap low quality products. Around me the little station was dirty, awfully messed-up with garbage spilled on the platforms, waste lying on the stairs, rubbish all-over the tracks and against the boundary fences...and the whole area reeks of old urine. The bunks are dirty- with graffiti sprayed all-over the walls of the platform passenger -shelters.

When at last the train did arrive- late as usual- I looked at the filthy condition of the carriages,the broken windows- and I hear the ugly screeching of worn-out brake pads against the steel wheels. With a long mind-shattering screech- the unit came to a standstill in front of me. Before I could move- literally tens of people just stormed like cattle towards the doors, bumping, squeezing- and wriggling to get a place to stand inside the already over-stuffed compartments. Some just fling themselves onto the openings in-between the carriages- standing there like clowns in a deadly act in the circus amidst two very dangerous carriages. Others just squeeze and bundle into the door-openings- hanging on for dear life with their fingers onto the roof-edges. Most do not even bother to pay the fare...freeloaders.

Dazed and angry- I stumbled towards the already stuffed entrance of the carriage in front of me. I stood there for a moment- then I vaguely heard the whistle blow from somewhere far back in my muffled imagination. Hate and anger engulfed my numbed senses- I with an inhuman strength- I just launched myself towards the bunch of hanging parasites in the door-way. With every bit of power I could muster in my body- I thrust my body amidst the sweating, wriggling and dirty overalls- until I nearly fell inside the overcrowded passage inside the carriage.

I staggered upright and looked around me. The carriage was so packed with human bodies- there was not even a space to turn around. Warm breaths- reeking of halitosis- humid air- and the stench of urine filled my nostrils.I had to quickly tuck my nose underneath the lapel of my jacket as to keep the nausea feeling  back.

I looked around- try to focus between the little openings I could observe in-between the hundreds of heads in front of me- try to see what it is like in the inside....but alas...all I could observe was the broken windows, graffiti on the walls and seats of the carriage...and the thin stream of fresh urine running in-between the alley of the seats.

Yea...where were those days- the days when all was neat and disciplined- the days when people had some pride,- the days when there was still something like law and order....the days that ticket conductors did their jobs and passengers could enjoy their ride in first class in comfort and safety? Today- more and more people are bumped-off trains by the day due to overcrowding. Railway commuting turns out to be a very dangerous way of traveling with millions of legal and illegal blacks from all-over Africa streaming into the already under-financed cities and dilapidated infra-structures. Sadly- with the new ANC despots in control...all but the heavens itself have taken a solid uncontrollable crash in the "New South Africa"-  into the abyss of dilapidation with Metrorail serving as only the tip of the ice-berg...an interface of what South-Africa has become.

This all happens whilst the fat cats in the black ANC communist hierarchy are scraping the dollars by the millions in a frenzy of a "get quick-rich" scheme where brothers and buddies have the Lion-share of the top positions- reeling in a bling-bling salary life. Meantime - the rest of the populace are suffering- living in squatter camps- carried mainly on the backs of the dwindling white population.

There is no more skilled technicians- all forced-out by AA,BEE,EE...and hundreds of other "black-only" so-called "laws." Since the capture of our beloved country through the hands of the corrupt NP Brotherhood to the evil ANC communist regime.....a whole country and it's infra-structure were brought on it's knees within a record-time of 16 years by Jewish and black conventicles- who only hunger for power and might.

Nothing of the once proud industry are left- The Defence Forces, Hospitals, Education, City Councils, Energy Affairs, Transport systems, etc...all the once mighty first world technology...now just a vague remembrance of what is left from the era gone by....slumped into a third-world African quagmire of shambles. They say that when law and order disappears- that is the time when an evil mobster are born to come to his own right. This- sadly - is the case in South-Africa.....and that evil mobster- dark as the hell itself-  is running still- destroying everything of value in his path of destruction.

The railways was just a mirror of what have become of this once proud country- a Macro Economic giant in the making- a country that prospered with single inflation figures under the draconian sanctions of the New World Order powers...and a country that produced the best artisans, journeymen, scientists, doctors- and bush fighters in the world.

Now the winds of destruction spreads their dark blankets across the whole of this country's barely functional machinery- endeavoring it like a sick cancer from the inside. The puppets in control of this fast dwindling economy has no stomach to rule- in fact- they never had the credentials to be in power in the first place. This country currently- are running it's own course- leaderless and at the hands of a bunch of hooligans that prefer to enrich themselves rather that even try to set and steer the economy into more stable waters.This country will now sing the song of that man that had started this evil downward roller-coaster to oblivion- that man that once was a terrorist in name- that man that are now being hailed as a hero...Nelson Mandela. Never was the title of this man's ode so true as now. While the New World Order, Chinese and other African savages are ripping her flesh from her bones- the country will now- in despair-  be able to sing the refrain of this man's well-known ode......and the words will be her last epitaph in the annals of history - to be read by new generations that will not understand the reason for the disappearance of a once-proud country......"Let me cry for freedom."

DIE VIERKLEUR SAL WEER WAPPER.

Die Suidlanders, AWB en die Kommandokorps het vandag (16 Augustus 2011) tydens ‘n geskiedkundige geleendheid ‘n amptelike verdrag met mekaar gesluit wat bekend sal staan as die “SAAMSTAAN VERDRAG“.

Weens die feit dat ons Volk gebuk gaan onder ‘n Volksmoord en ook die feit dat Suid Afrika volskaalse anargie en ‘n mislukte staat in die gesig staar word dit nodig geag om deurmiddel van die erkenning van raakpunte hande te vat met mede Volks organisasies en sodoende ons Volk se kanse op oorlewing te verbeter.

Die verdrag lees as volg:

Saamstaan verdrag

Ooreenkoms aangegaan tussen die Afrikaner Weerstands Beweging

Die kommandokorps en die Suidlanders.

Bogenoemde organisasies gaan ‘n Saamstaan verdrag aan

(Hierna genoem: “Die verdrag”) T.O.V. Die veiligheid van die

 Boere – Afrikanervolk.

Die volgende aksies sal geloods word:

1. Die verdrag sal ‘n koördinerende of uitvoerende raad vestig om aksies tussen die organisasies te koördineer.
2. Die verdrag sal ‘n Adviesraad vestig om kundige advies in te win, dit te verwerk en dan ‘n aanbeveling aan die uitvoerende raad te maak, waarna die relevante instruksie gegee sal word ter uitvoering.
3. Die verdrag sal bestaande noodplanne evalueer en die mees toepaslike eienskappe kombineer ten einde die finale plan daar te stel.
4. Die verdrag sal ‘n nasionale en internasionale kommunikasie netwerk vestig.
5. Die verdrag sal ‘n nasionale veiligheids barometer instel, wat gesamentlik beheer en op datum gehou sal word.
6. Die verdrag gaan die wreedheid waarmee Plaasmoorde gepaardgaan, internasionaal rugbaar maak.
7. Elke organisasie binne die verdrag behou sy eie identiteit en sal steeds spesialiseer op sy bepaalde spesialis-terreine.
8. Die verdrag beskou weerbaarheidsopleiding as preoriteits opleiding wat op nasionale vlak aan ons mense gegee moet word, ten einde die Volksmoord te beperk.
9. In nederige erkentlikheid bely ons, ons afhanklikheid van ons Hemelse Vader om ons as Leidsman binne Sy raadsplan te lei tot volle sovereiniteit in ons eie grondgebied.

Hoog Oranje, Blanje, Blou

Die Vierkleur sal weer wapper

Verskeie ander Volksorganisasies het aangedui dat hulle ook hulle handtekeninge by die verdrag sal voeg om sodoende samewerking te vestig.

BERE JOU MOTORFIETSE.

SECUNDA - Lt.-kol. Seugnet Erasmus van die plaaslike polisiestasie het inwoners teen drie mans wat naby Laerskool Secunda in die groen stroke mense aanval, gewaarsku.

"Twee van hulle het messe en een het n ysterpyp. Een kom eers met n mes en eis geld. As die mense nie vir hom geld kan gee nie, kom die ander twee en val die mense aan,"het lt.-kol. Erasmus gese.

Sy het inwoners ook gemaan om nie hul motorfietse of vierwielmotorfietse op opsigtelike plekke te bere nie.

"Mense moet hul motorfietse toesluit waar diewe dit nie kan sien nie."

Sy het ook gewaarsku teen n kort man wat mense in die sakekern van hul besittings beroof.

"Hy kom staan teen jou en praat met jou en as jy weer sien, is jou beursie weg. Hy is ongelooflik vinnig het sy gese.

Die man het blykbaar n oorpak gedra en n diamantoorring in sy linker oor gehad.

SIES! `DIT LYK AAKLIG IN MY VOORTUIN.

EVANDER - Dit is glad nie n mooi prentjie nie.
Menslike afval het n pappery gevorm en dit dryf letterlik en figuurlik tussen die plante deur.
"Dit lyk aaklig in my voortuin en dit is septies en stink,"het me. Wilma van Schalwyk vertel. Sy het nou genoeg gehad van rioolpype wat blok en dan die afval in haar voortuin opstoot.
"Ons het die pype verlede jaar aan die kant van die huis vervang omdat boomwortels in die lasplekke op die pype ingegroei het so die pype geblok het.

"Die loodgieter het ons die waarborg gegee dat dit nie weer sou gebeur nie.
"Skaars twee maande later, en die pype is weer geblok en stoot die riool die keer in ons voortuin op,"het sy verduidelik.
Volgens haar moet sy nou elke twee maande die loodgieter laat kom om die geblokte pype oop te maak en dit kos haar elke keer R280.

"Elke keer verwyder hy n hele klomp boomwortels.
"Ons buurman het n ou wilgerboom in sy voortuin en die boom se wortels, asook die ou bome se wortels in ons voortuin wat op munisipale grond is, is die oorsaak van al die probleme.
"My buurman weier egter om die boom uit te haal, al is dit besig om die muur om te stoot.

"Hier was al iemand van die Parkeraad en volgens hom mag die ou bome wat op die munisipale grond staan, nie verwyder word nie.
"Die ou bome moet behoue bly.
"Die loodgieter mag ook nie die pype wat op die munisipale grond verstop is, vervang nie.
"Voor hy dit mag doen, moet hy eers toestemming van die munisipaliteit kry en moet n fooi aan die munisipaliteit betaal word.

"Hoe werk dit?

"Ek betaal dan elke maand vir munisipale dienste en nou moet ek nog die munisipaliteit betaal sodat n privaal loodgieter hulle werk vir hulle kom doen,"het me. Van Schalkwyk gekla.

Sy meen hulle gaan dit nie kan volhou om elke tweede maand R280 aan die loodgieter te betaal nie.
"Ek voel verontwaardig en is baie kwaad."

Die Ridge Times het mnr. Themba Motlhankana, waarnemende bemarkings- en kommunikasie bestuurder van die Govan Mbeki Munisipaliteit, om kommentaar genader oor die Van Schalkwyks se situasie in hul voortuin en wat die munisipaliteit daaromtrent gaan doen.

"Die munisipaliteit is bewwus van al die geblokte rioolpype wat binne ons regsgebied bestaan,"het mnr. Motlhankana gese.
"Die munisipaliteit se Water- en Rioolafdeling het onlangs n "Rescue Rod"- eenheid op die been gebring om na die groot blokkasies om te sien.
"Die diensverskaffer is werksaam op eMbalenhle, eMzinoni, Bethal, Evander en Secunda en werk volgens die kontrakteur se skedule.

GEDENKGEBOU WORD VAN SY GESKIEDENIS BEROOF.

BETHAL - Die ou Bethal Kommando-gebou wat deel vorm van Bethal se geskiedenis, le aan skerwe.
Met n gewapende mag het dr. Jameson op Oujaarsdag 1895 die ou Transvaal binnegeval, maar is die volgende dag tot oorgawe gedwing.
So is die aanslag op die Republiekeinse onafhanklikheid afgeweer, omdat Jameson met n groep uitlanders in Johannesburg saamgesweer het om die regering van pres. Paul Kruger omver te werp.
Komdt. Piet Erasmus het vertel dat hy as jongman op Oujaarsaand 1895 n dans op die plaas Mooimeisiesfontein bygewoon het.
Die kommandeerman het onverwags opgedaag en die name van die burgers afgelees wat die volgende oggend op Trichardtsfontein moes aanmeld.
Vandaar is die Bethallers uit die kommando na Johannesburg om die dreigende opstand in bedwang te hou.
Die herinneringe is soms die enigste manier waarop n mens kan staatmaak om die prent te versinnebeeld.
Met tyd vergaan alles om ons, so ook in die geval van n verwaarlose gebou wat eens Bethal kommando was.
Volgens n voormalige kommandolid, is dit hartseer om n deel van hul geskiedenis, verwaarloos en verniel te sien.
"Die gebou dra nie net die geskiedenis van die kommando nie, maar n sentimentele waaarde wat net diegene wat n bydra tot die kommando gelewer het, kan verstaan." het hy gese.
Mnr. Martin Nienaber wat by Departement van Korrektiewe Dienste werk, het gese: "Die gebou staan al vir n geruime tyd leeg, die kommando se kantoor is later omskep in n meenthuis wat slegs aan kommandolede uitverhuur is."
Die gebou behoort nou aan die Departement Openbare Weerke (DOB) wat vermoedelik die gebou sou herstel het.
Einde ten laaste is die gebou herstel en tot die skok van die DOB het hulle die verkeerde huis gerestoureer."
Wat van die ou kommando - gebou oorgebly het, is bloot vloere wat met stof bedek is, gebreekte deure, stukkende buisligte, n daklose kroeg, lee kabelomhulsels, onvolledige badkamerstrukture wat of gesteel of stukkend is en n Bethal Kommando - embleem wat steeds trots hang in wat eers die plek was waar legendes gebore is.