speed dawg said:
This is why my eyes will always be wide freaking open when it comes to blacks. At least when they are in a position of power. And if anyone thinks it isn't state-sponsored by the likes of Mandela and Mugabe-types, they are nuts.
I hope you watched a bunch of that. It blew my mind to see white genocide, going on in modern times!
I listened to my gal (Afrikaans) try to tell me, but I had a hard time accepting it as reality. It wasn't until I was
there, after having listened to her family regale me with stories of smashing/crashing carjacking escapes and police corruption
experiences, not hearsay mind you, that it started to be real. We have it better than we know in the states, speed dawg. For them, they shrug it off - it's everyday life, for me...
You remember in the cartoons when two characters would be stuck on a desert island? They always looked at each other at some point and saw a vision of something like a chicken on a spit or some other such delicious morsel, right? Well, my gal was driving us and made a wrong turn. When we ended up in essentially "district 9" sort of shanty town... and the road narrowed to one lane... and was lined on either side with black folks 10-deep on either side of the baakie, and as far as you could see? I felt very much like a pig with an apple in my mouth roasting over the fire. When I looked at my gal, she looked like a huge gold-plated vagina. With hundreds and hundreds of "less than impressed" eyes on us? I remember thinking, "I'd better fight to the death: I don't want to watch what's going to happen to her." A shiny new white truck with two young whites in a sea of long-oppressed black folks? We were about to *PooF*, disappear. You could taste it.
I've never seen her so scared... she took the very next turn to get out of the situation in a panic and... reverted back to driving on the "american side" of the road. ...the road ahead was more of the same. She was physically shaking, she's on the wrong side of the road, and that's when another car came out of nowhere and postured "T-bone" style while she was trying to bust a "Y" turn and go back the way we came. She couldn't light a Chesterfield when we got out of there; she was shaking that bad. I hope I don't have to see her that scared again.
Needless to say, I didn't let her blonde-ass drive after that.
And, my hats off to the gents there: they are a tough breed. Certainly not any douchey american AFC "football with pads" sorts, the lifestyle demands a different presence.:flowers:
I'm crazy for looking forward to the next visit. That, or addicted to the adrenaline rush. Nah... I just want to see more of those hotties! Damn it was nice not seeing so damn many fat people.