Brewer's Droop #206
It’s a given that we all love Nelson Mandela, right? So why are so many people writing about him as if he were dead already?
It seems that everywhere I turn there’s another bloody journalist writing about how much he will be missed or what will happen to White people or how much the Rand will decline “when he passes”.
I think the first thing we should do is to be grateful that he’s back home and that he has no intention of kicking the bucket just yet.
As my old Mum used to say “never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.”
BEING A MODEL PARENT
I caught the tail-end of a debate on the wireless recently. It was about whether or not children should be allowed to play with toy guns.
Later on I read many exchanges between people in different forums on the same subject.
The overwhelming majority seem to be in favour of outlawing them (it always astonishes me to see how quick we are to ban things).
Personally I don’t see the problem. When I was a kid if we didn’t have toy guns then we’d make one out of an old stick. And if we didn’t have a stick handy then we’d use our thumb and forefinger and charge about yelling something like “bang bang, you’re dead!”
Whilst I can’t be 100% certain, I’m fairly sure that none of the kids I played with back then ever became murderers.
It’s not the “toy” that produces delinquents but rather those parents who insist on banning things (like toy guns and blood & guts video games). In my opinion it’s also those same parents who “block” certain TV programmes that produce kids who have seriously unhealthy attitudes towards sex.
Kids have been interested in playing cowboys and indians (or variations of that) for centuries, and no parent who’s read the latest “child psychology” drivel is going to change that. Similarly, healthy minded boys have always been fascinated with naked tits. (I’m not sure what the equivalent is with girls.)
That’s it. It’s perfectly normal. (And my analyst agrees by the way.)
JUST ANOTHER BRIC
And speaking of abnormal people have you noticed that suddenly everyone’s an Economist – a Global Economist at that? All of them experts at what this BRICS crap is all about.
One “expert” says it’s the best thing that could ever happen here and we’re all in for an age of plenty with government contracts all round and a free bottle of Johnny Blue for everyone. And just as you get comfortable with that idea another bloody “expert” comes along to tell you we’re all doomed and we’d better learn to speak Mandarin soon otherwise our new colonial overlords are going to withdraw the chop suey.
I know a couple of things. Firstly that when really big blokes start smiling and calling you “mate” then it’s time to worry. If Brazil, Russia, India and China want to be our BFF’s then all I can do is quote the sage: “and the lion shall lie down with the lamb, but the lamb shall not get much sleep.”
The other thing I know is this. All “ism’s” are going to fail. I couldn’t give a tinkers cuss whether you’re in favour of Capitalism, Socialism, Communism, Fascism, Sado-Masochism, Keynesism, Chomskyism, Marxism, Leninism, Tourism or Satanism.
And they’ll fail because they’re all based on a monetary system and money is doomed. It’s kaput, bereft of life, over and out. It still manages a few gasps because nobody actually realises it’s dead yet.
Money (and it doesn’t matter if it’s Dollars, Euros, Pounds, Rands or Monopoly) will no longer be in vogue and it will all be like having a fistful of Zimbabwean Dollars.
Remember you read it here first.
If you like, you can subscribe to a share of my compound in the Karoo. It’ll all be kitted out with fresh water, electricity and food. When the time comes you just drive through the gates and we’ll all settle down to a few years of watching “Mr. Bean” re-runs until the whole madness passes by.
Membership fees are extremely expensive but then, think of the excellent company and the fine cuisine.
STILL CRUISING AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS
In the meantime I’m about to leave on a cruise up the Bosphorus to Istanbul (where I hope to get a good price for the wife) and a peek into the Black Sea.
We were going to include Paris but I’m not that crazy about the place – I mean, after you’ve drunk wine where Piaf used to sing, what else is there to do? It’s not a very clean place either.
By the way, do you know how many Frenchmen it takes to defend Paris? Nobody knows because it’s never been tried. Ha Ha.
So we’re starting off in Rome and then, on the way back, are going to Sicily and will be making a short pilgrimage to the village of Corleone to pay my respects. (Movie watchers of The Godfather will understand.)
I’ll be back just in time for the howling Cape storms and the real winter.
And I’ll leave you with this one extremely distressing fact which a friend forwarded to me recently:
Between 2002 and 2010, an incredible 17,616 men, who really should have been paying more attention, were admitted to emergency rooms in America with “zip-related genital injuries”.