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"I think that it will be best for our relationship if we go out with different partners to different places for one night!" She says matter of factly.
He finds the thought disturbing. It is clear that she is bored with the relationship, that he is no longer able to satisfy her demands.
"I have organized someone for you... you will see... you will like her... she is sexy.."

Dear all please watch 50/50 tonite about the struggle of the Xolobeni Community against the DME and the Australian mining outfit that wants to destroy that part of our Eastern Coast with dune mining.

I received the following press release from Mariette Lieferink via e-mail today. She is an aging environmental activist... I am also aging but my activism is so much weaker than hers; but that is besides the point. The press release deals with a man of conscience who spoke out publicly about the state of our rivers and water.

I am pleased that the people of the United States have come to their senses in finally shaking off the label 'idiot nation' (Michael Moore) for having elected GW Bush twice.

50/50 will focus on the coal mining industry in Mpumalanga tonight at 7:30, SABC 2. This industry wilol become the source of the water crisis in South Africa as it will negatively impact on the Vaal, Olifants, Crocodile and Limpopo Rivers not to speak of the Mpumalanga Lakes District and the giant underground aquifers that feed our bore holes and wells.

Never Argue with a Woman

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'

In the house of this local commander we also met a Hottentot woman, who had been born in Africa of pagan, bestial parents, but had been brought up in the Cape by a Dutch woman, so that compared with her countrymen she now appeared to be a masterpiece of nature.

10th December 1672. For the rest of my life I shall remember this day, when it seemed as if Dame Fortune had turned her back on me for ever. I had just gone out, together with two other people to collect some herbs for our sick, when I met our pastor, the ship's clerk, the cook, the superintendent of the local hospital, Bartel Jensen, and a rifleman Mattis Larson both of our nationality.

SOMETIMES CRASS & VILE BUT ALSO RELENTLESSLY HONEST

Shanta Reddy takes a look at the book behind the scandal as author Johan van Wyk
receives death threats for his controversial novel, Man-Bitch.

The following online advertisement appeared in the Miami Herald, Tuesday, 21/10/08
http://www.miamiherald.com/news/politics/florida/story/734584.html

Now is the Time for All Good Men and Women
to Come to the Aid of Their Country.

To what end this tale... this journey through the vast open landscapes of South Africa? To what end the reading of it some may ask? But a tale does not commence with an end, unless it is a dog's tail.

"Why are we always traveling?" the driver wonders to himself as they leave Vryburg around 8:15. "Are we running away from something? Perhaps we cannot sit still because we are trying to avoid skeletal death's scythe, daily harvesting his quota. Yet is is exactly when we are on the move that we are most vulnerable - over Christmas, Easter and national public holidays."

It is time to tell a tale... Hopefully this tale will be concluded, perhaps its telling will not become such an addiction for the teller that he will hardly be able to focus on the real world, the world which insists that everyone has a price and unless the price is clearly displayed the person is excluded from the means of survival.

I have just had the great priviledge to read "Last Night I dreamed of Peace" which is the war diary of Dr Dang Thuy Tram. She was a volunteer from North Vietnam fighting to liberate her country from American invaders in the south. Tram spent from 1967 to June 1970 trying to maintain a clinic for wounded Vietcong soldiers in a 'free fire zone'.

Park Station
was it the harris bomb
that set in motion the many trains
gorged with 18year old white boys
their freedom
sacrificed to
the insecurity of the state?

Castrating girlfriends
pull their shoulders back
thrusting teenage nipples forward
with pride
anyone who refuses the call to arms
labeled a sissy boy, a "kaffir" boetie

To succumb to the might of the state

I do a living make
but don't work enough
to justify the food on my plate
I am the shaman, 'boss',
politician, philosopher
or the priest
in whose honour the masses make their sacrifices
and give their bounty for me to feast!