Opinie oor die doodstraf, wat is joune? November 13, 2011
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http://www.rapport.co.za/Suid-Afrika/Nuus/4-300-se-laaste-tree-na-hul-galgdood-20111112
Ek lees vandag in die Rapport die volgende berig, wat my skielik baie diep laat dink het. Vir diegene wat nie weet nie, hierdie is ‘n onderwerp wat ‘close to home’ is. So hier is my stuiwer in die armbeurs.
My eerste gedagte is dat Jonathan se moordenaars nie verdien om te lewe nie, maar ek het sedert daai koue dag in Februarie meer as genoeg tyd gehad om deur my emosies en die van my kinders te worstel, nagte se gehuil as die kinders slaap, ure deur die dag as ek alleen by die huis was. Mens kan net solank vir die waarheid wegkruip, face gaan jy hom face.
Ek is absoluut gekant teen die doodstraf, hoekom?
1. Dit dien nie as afskrikmiddel nie, jammer maar die ‘crack heads’ sou nogsteeds crack gebruik het en sou nogsteeds roof en moor vir hulle ‘fix’.
2. Vergelding kom my nie toe nie – Hoe kan ek my op God se genade beroep as ek geen genade toon nie? Hoe kan ek iemand wat nie gered is doodmaak?
3. Doodstraf bring niemand terug nie, maar dompel net nog families in rou.
4. Uit die aard van my beroep glo ek dat alle lewe kosbaar is en dit druis in teen elke grein van wie ek is.
Junie 29, 2011
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Bo my vuurmaakplek….. Junie 29, 2011
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Dit is nou al ‘n geruime tydjie dat ek laas iets geplaas het hier op die blog. Nie dat ek nie wou nie, maar eerder ‘n geval van totale uitputting teen die tyd wat ek my laptop kon nader trek.
Die kinders is gelukkig, al wil hulle meeste van die tyd my nie onder hulle oe laat uit nie. Oupa en Ouma bederf hulle tot in die afgrond in. Ek sal my lewe vir hulle opoffer en soos enige ma sal ek tot die dood baklei om hulle veilig te hou.
Nou dink ek aan iets wat ‘n kollega my vertel het. En dit is hier waar die storie vir my so effens onverstaanbaar raak. Die betrokke kollega spoed die dag vir neurochirurgie en word oenskynlik van ‘n perifere hospitaal gekonsulteer oor ‘n 3 maande oue baba wat van ‘n bed afgeval het en presenter met ‘n shy op die kop. Soos protokol voorskryf word Allen kinders onder 3 met hoofbeserings “gescan”. Low and behold! Wat sal die skandering toon- ‘n traktus van ‘n skerp voorwerp wat die skedel gepenetreer het en die brein deurboor het. Na vele navrae in 4 van die amptelike tale hou die ma vol dat die kind van die bed geval het.
Om ‘n lang storie kort te maak-
1. Die maatskaplike werker glo die ma ten spyte van onteenseglike bewyse.
2. Die kollega is op die rooi tapyt omdat hy teen die maatskaplike werker se besluit die saak by die polisie aan te meld.
3. Hoekom sou die ma iemand wou beskerm wat haar baba beseer het?
Daylight robbery courtesy of ABSA! February 20, 2011
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Soos meeste nou teen die tyd weet het ek Junie in Europa spandeer- all expenses paid en ek het nog benewens alles ‘n klein S&T toelaag gekry. Nou weet ek nie of dit is omdat ek ‘n Jodin is of nie, maar ek het my S&T toelaag baie goed bestuur, sodanig so dat ek ‘n paar euro Suid-Afrika toe gebring het. As gevolg van omstandighede het ek nie tyd gehad om die euros in rande om te sit nie- nie in Europa op CDG in Parys nie en ook nie by O.R Tambo in Johannesburg nie. En dit is presies hier waar ek tot op hede die GROOTSTE gly in ABSA- spesifiek- en al die Suid-Afrikaanse banke gevang het!
Terug in Bloemfontein- nadat die tas eers uitgepak was en al die geskenkies uitgedeel was is ek na die naaste ABSA tak toe. Hou asseblief in gedagte dat vlgs www.news24.com die euro @R12.48 verhandel het- nou ja, wat bied ABSA my vir ‘n euro aan? R11,90 en hulle vat 2% kommisie. Sou ek dieselfde dag euro’s gekoop het sou ek R13,12/euro betaal het plus natuurlik die 2% kommisie. Ek kan natuurlik nie die euro’s direk in my rekening inbetaal nie, want dan sal die struikrowers nie geld maak nie! Ek het toe gelukkig teen ‘n ietwat beter koers die geld by Standard Bank geruil. Nou het ek letterlik ‘n beursie vol geld wat ek moet deponeer- terug ABSA toe- en die bliksems vra my R100 bankfooie omdat ek kontant deponeer!
Trevor Manuel kla gedurig dat die gemiddelde Suid-Afrikaner nie spaar nie, maar alles op krediet koop. Feite, maar wie kan spaar as die banke jou geld so steel? My suster se dogtertjie is 10 jaar oud en het ‘n spaarrekening by ABSA- elke maand word daar geld vir haar gespaar- dws slegs depositos en geen ontrekkings nie. Verjaardag gelde ens word ook gespaar asook enige oorskot van haar sakgeld. Hoe leer jy ‘n kind om te spaar as hy/sy R100 deponeer en direk na die deposito net R92 het, einde van die maand word die ‘admin kostes’ verhaal van die rekening en dan is daar net R 84 van die oorspronklike R100 oor. Sy is gelukkig sy kry darem 2,25% rente per jaar! G’n wonder Suid-Afrikaners koop alles op krediet nie- dit is goedkoper as om te spaar!
Die ontstaan van die frase ‘Daylight robbery’:
Meaning
Blatant and unfair overcharging.
Origin
This isn’t used to describe actual robberies – whatever time of day they might take place. It is a figurative phrase that associates an instance of unfair trading with actual robbery. Not just any old robbery, but one so unashamed and obvious that it is committed in broad daylight.
It would be nice to locate the origin of this phrase, so let’s go back to the 1690s. Like many English monarchs, William III was short of money, which he attempted to rectify by the introduction of the much-despised Window Tax. As the name suggests, this was a tax levied on the windows or window-like openings of a property. The details were much amended over time, but the tax was levied originally on all dwellings except cottages. The upper classes, having the largest houses, paid the most. Some wealthy individuals used their ability to pay as a mark of status and demonstrated their wealth by ostentatiously building homes with many windows.
What the Cavendish family, who owned Hardwick Hall (built 1590s), thought about it isn’t recorded. On the one hand, they had cause for complaint – the property was famous for its light and airy interiors, as celebrated in the rhyme: “Hardwick Hall, more glass than wall”. On the other hand, they were extremely rich and well able to pay.
Taxes are rarely popular, but the Window Tax, which was considered to tax the very stuff of life, i.e. light and air, was singled out for particular loathing. People went to great pains to avoid paying it and many windows were bricked up for that reason. Many examples of buildings with brick window panels, sometimes with painted-on trompe l’oeil windows, still survive.
The sight of such windows is so much part of the English architectural folk memory that the example pictured, of a recently built property in Poundbury, Dorset, appears to have been built with fake bricked-up windows, even through the tax itself is long since abolished.
So, that’s the case for the prosecution: the English were robbed of their daylight by the Window Tax. That’s daylight robbery in anyone’s book, so do we need to look any further for the origin of the phrase? Well, yes we do.
Let’s move to the 20th century for the case for the defence. The phrase isn’t known in print until 1916 in Hobson’s Choice, a comic play by Harold Brighouse. Even there the context doesn’t explicitly link it to unfair overcharging or the like. We have to wait until 1949 for a citation that is clearly related to a purchase, in Daniel Marcus Davin’s Roads from Home:
“I can never afford it, said his sister. It’s daylight robbery.”
So, if the phrase came from the Window Tax, why no mention of it in print for over two hundred years after the tax was introduced?
If we are looking for evidence that is beyond reasonable doubt, the Window Tax story doesn’t provide it. Unless and until evidence that relates the phrase to the tax is found we have to say that the origin is unknown
Ek wonder…….. Augustus 17, 2010
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Ek wonder oor ‘n hele paar goed, sommige baie diep, maar die meeste sommer maar net goed wat my getref het..
1. Vind swart mans vrouens se borste eroties- ek weet wit mans vind vrouens se borste eroties, of is dit net melkkanne vir die kinders?
2. Het elkeen net een ware soulmate?
3. Moet dit noodwendig van die teenoorgestelde geslag wees as jy heteroseksueel is?
4.Wat doen Rosalind nou?
5. Hoekom is die leerplanne in die skole so onlogies?
6. Wat het van Bosparra geword?
7. Is die Springbokke regtig so swak of is hulle besig met so ‘n bietjie kamofleer werk voor 2011 se wereldbeker?
8. Gaan Griffel my ooit nooi vir rugby en bier?
9. Hoekom dink ander vrouens ek sal hulle mans afvry?
10. Hoe kom die meeste mense met die weirdste soekterme op my blog uit?
Invictus Junie 24, 2010
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Lullaby- WH Auden Junie 24, 2010
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Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit’s carnal ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.
January 1937
Geseende Kersfees December 24, 2009
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Mag almal hierdie jaar die vrede en vreugde van Jesus se liefde ervaar. Mag almal die ware betekenis van Kersfees begryp. Onthou, “No matter what you believe, Jesus is the reason for the season”
Jewish Jokes December 17, 2009
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Two Jewish princesses were having lunch. Suzy complained that every time she and her husband had sex, he hollered and yelled when he climaxed.
Mirriam said, “So what’s wrong with that?”
Suzy answered, “He wakes me up!”