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The Choice To Comment.

A few days ago I received a PM from a fellow blogger asking me why I never comment on his blog. How do you reply to such a question? Is it not is my right to decline commenting on certain blogs as I feel fit. But maybe I must explain how I see it?

I have a few friends and I comment on their blogs as a courtesy most of the time, regardless of whether I find it interesting or not.

If I do not like a blog or if I do not agree with the blog, I move on to the next blog without even reading the comments. If I cannot add something positive or amusing to a blog, I won’t comment on it unless if it is somebody I know well enough to speak my mind.

A blog containing just a picture, a video, a poem or a question is also not very likely to attract my interest if there is no story to accompany it. The same holds true for blogs inviting discussions or blogs being ‘build’ by a few people.

I don’t comment on a blog if it is intended to discredit or to offend, be that aimed at a single person or a group of people.

I avoid blogs by people who have previously deleted my comments or who have attacked me in the past and the same goes for blogs where I was attacked by other commentors while the blogger did nothing to protect me. I will never make that mistake again to try and defend myself on another blog.

On my own blog it is different. I will retaliate in any way I see fit and I will protect myself and my visitors against malicious comments.

My blog is a reflection of my thoughts. If you disagree with me it is your right to do so. State your disagreement and there is no need for any further discussions. Your opinion is noted and it will not be deleted if it does not contain a personal attack. Likewise, if you like it or agree with my view, tell me about it as well. It can only encourage me to produce more of the same.

Hang tight, it is only Tuesday. Friday is still a long way off.

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A Pigment Of The Imagination

If you could give all people the same skin color, not a single race will disappear from our planet. The differences between us are for too great. It is almost as if we evolved on different planets and were all put together as part of some bizarre experiment.

But what is race? If you dress a Frenchman and a German in identical American suits you will not be able to tell who is what. They are of different nationalities but of the same race. Now you dress a Chinese man and an Englishman in the same suits and you will immediately know they are from different races; even if the Chinese man was born in England.

The country of your birth does not determine your race, only your nationality.

I was born in Africa and my family have been here for more than 350 years. I am still not an African. While I may have some African and Malaysian blood in my veins, it is too little and too far back. I am European, no matter how you look at me.

There are many nations in Africa. The people from Ghana may look very similar to Nigerians and may differ somewhat from the Xhosa people of South Africa but they have much more in common as a race than what separates them.

Indians and Pakistanis are Asians but they look very much different than the Japanese. Are they of the same race? I think not. What about the native people of Australia, New Zealand and America; where do they fit into the picture?

I can go on like this for hours but it will serve no purpose.

What is for certain is that the color of your skin is only one very small characteristic of your race. The main components peculiar to your race is above your shoulders.

You cannot tell race by looking at a person’s hands, feet, genitals or any other body part but show your face and we will immediately know what you are.

May you have a colorful day.

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The Dumb Boxer Syndrome

We have a handful of dumb boxer jokes here in SA and they were all dedicated to Mike Schutte, a heavy weight boxing champ of yesteryear. If my memory serves me right he was the SA heavyweight champion until Gerrie Coetzee put paid to him. Towards the end of his career he took some punishment, hence the title of the dumb boxer.

I met the man briefly after he retired and he was all but stupid. And he was quite handy with a guitar and did not have a bad singing voice. Of course, white heavy weight boxing champions have become a rarity now that the black boxers are allowed to hit back.

Funny how the laws had changed. At first we were allowed to hit them but not allowed to have sex with them. Now we may no longer hit them but we may have sex with them.

Anyway, after he retired, Mike Schutte applied to join the police force. They were quite keen to employ him but poor Mike missed all the questions and in desperation the interviewing officer decided to ask him something out of the bible.

“Mike, who killed Abel,” he asked but Mike did not know. Not knowing what to do he sent Mike home to find out and come back to tell him the answer.

On his way home Mike met one of his friends who asked him how the interview with the police went.

“Great,” Mike replied. “I got the job and I’m on my first murder case.”

A great Sunday to ya all.

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The Future of Boxing

What future does Boxing have as a sport? Numerous people have died as a direct result of the punishment received while practicing this sport. Only Bowls have a higher mortality rate than Boxing. That is now since the Christians stopped fighting the lions.

And it is not just the visible damage that counts. What about all the damage done to internal organs by all those body punches? And the brain damage from all the hits against the head? No wonder so many boxers get all dilly when they grow older.

It could be argued that if Boxing is banned then other contact sports must be banned as well; there are about as many punches thrown in a Rugby match than in a Boxing bout. But punching is against the rules in Rugby and offenders are punished when spotted. The goal in Rugby is to carry the ball into your opponents’ goal area while the goal in Boxing is to concuss your opponent to the point where he is on back gasping for air.

How long can we still allow this savage sport to go on? I think we have a moral obligation to protect some people against their own stupidity.

Have a great weekend.

I'm running a bit late today. Thankfully the funerals have come to an end now - I hope.

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Gender Dysphoria

We read about sex changes all the time and debate the morality of it even more. I’m not talking about corrective surgery when life dealt somebody a bad hand and both organs are present. I’m talking about apparent dead normal people wanting to change their gender. People who had several relationships with the opposite gender.

Should such surgery be allowed? And would you marry a person after he/she had a sex change?

But my biggest question is; does the alteration of the external appearance of organs change your gender? What about the internal workings and hormones produced by your body? Can a person really claim to be a man or a woman just based on the altered appearance of their genitals or does it go a bit deeper?

Surely the role you take in s*xual activity does not determine your gender. Is it not the part you play in reproduction that determines your gender?

Gender Dysphoria is a condition where a person experiences discomfort because there appears to be a mismatch between their genitals and gender identity. It is a recognized medical condition and not a mental illness. It is not the same as transvestism or cross-dressing and is not related to s*xual orientation. People with the condition may identify as straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual or asexual, and this may change with treatment.

Have a monster of a day.

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Apparently You CAN Die Of A Broken Heart.

It is a phenomenon that has long been suspected - and now scientists say it really is possible to die of a broken heart. They die of Sudden Adult Death Syndrome (SADS), a cardiac condition which can be triggered by emotional stress.

A study has found that the remaining spouse's risk of dying is 66 per cent higher in the three months after their partner's death. Grief is extraordinarily stressful and when you're older and frailer it's harder to cope with.

In the U.S., Clifford and Eva Vevea, a Minnesota couple who were 'hopelessly in love' for all 65 years of their marriage, died within hours of each other, it was reported last year. Nurses at the home pushed their beds together so they could be together and Clifford aged 93 and Eva aged 90, passed away exactly the same way on the same day.

Some experts say the change on lifestyle may be to blame. Maybe they used to go for a walk every night but now they're not doing that anymore. Maybe they're not sleeping well, or maybe not taking their medications. But that does not explain the second spouse following within days, even hours.

Have a good day.

Read some more here.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2507829/You-really-CAN-die-broken-heart-Surviving-spouses-66-higher-risk-dying-months-partners-death.html

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Can You Die Of A Broken Heart?

I just got the very disturbing news that an old school friend has died last night. This after we had been bad friends for more than 40 years.

He was my best friend during my childhood and it is sad to know that we had squandered a lifetime not talking to each other. Thankfully we patched it up a few months ago and had the opportunity to have lunch together four times since then. We had another lunch date scheduled for next Thursday.

An old friendship rekindled just to be cut short again. Life is truly too short to be cross with one another.

He died very unexpectedly in his sleep; just as his father did 30 years ago. I was under the impression that he was enjoying good health and according to his sister who brought this bad news to me, he was in good health indeed. The cause of his death is not yet known.

The uncanny thing here is that history has repeated itself. His father died 3 days after his wife – that is my friend’s mother – died and now he died; a mere 4 days after his own wife died. She is not in her grave yet.

Farewell my friend. I shall miss you.

Have a wonderful day.
The good weather is holding. We're having a windless and sunny day again. It is not warm but the worse coldness is broken.

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What Are They Hiding From?

I can understand that anybody has the right to hide his profile as he sees fit. After all, CS gives us the option to do so and there is no rule forbidding it.

I’m not condemning it as wrong; it just puzzles me. This is especially so when a blogger hides his profile as it complicates the process of getting to that person’s blog if he has not blogged for a day or two.

I can think of a few reasons why a person would hide his profile when not on-line but they all seem to defy the main purpose of having a profile on a dating site.

Have a great day out there.

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A Day At The Movies.

Tony Dickson was a poor man without education. He married a woman of the same standing and through the years they were blessed with 9 children which did not make things any easier.

Then a distant relative died and left him a few thousand Rand. Not enough to change his life permanently but enough to improve things at home a bit.

After long deliberation he decided to take the whole family to the movies as none of them, himself included, had ever been in the movies. So off they went.

He bought 10 tickets – the latest arrival could still go in for free – and forked out enough to buy a color TV. After a while he returned to the ticket office, clearly agitated. He purchased another 10 tickets.

“And tell that guy at the door”, he said, “If he tears my tickets in half again I’m going to knock his block off.”

I would not have found this as funny as I did, was it not that I remembered how upset I was about the torn tickets the first time I went to the movies with my mom and dad. I must have been about 4 at the time and I troubled my dad about it all the time until he took me out to the toilet and explained the process of access control to me.

Only then I was subdued. I was really scared that they would throw us out because of the torn tickets.

I cannot remember anything about the movie other than the blond leading actress. Could it have been Doris Day or Marilyn Monroe? I don’t know; the man at the door made a much bigger impression on me.

Enjoy what is left of this day.

We had another sunny day. Two in a row!

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Drive-Through ATM Machines

With the growing popularity of drive-through ATMs I thought it wise to include the procedures to use such machines. As with toilets and everything else, the procedure to follow is different for males and females.

We’ll start with the males. The ladies are welcome to read it as well.

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MALE PROCEDURE:
1. Drive up to the cash machine.
2. Put down your car window.
3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.
4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.
5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt.
6. Put window up.
7. Drive off.

Ok, then here is the female procedure. It is not recommended for men to read this in the company of women.

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FEMALE PROCEDURE:
1. Drive up to cash machine.
2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.
3. Set parking brake, put the window down.
4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.
5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.
6. Attempt to insert card into machine.
7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.
8. Insert card.
9. Re-insert card the right way.
10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.
11. Enter PIN.
12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.
13. Enter amount of cash required.
14. Check makeup in rear view mirror.
15. Retrieve cash and receipt.
16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.
17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.
18. Re-check makeup.
19. Drive forward 2 feet.
20. Reverse back to cash machine.
21. Retrieve card.
22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided!
23. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.
24. Restart stalled engine and pull off.
25. Redial person on cell phone.
26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.
27. Release Parking Brake.

Ok, so there you have it. No need to cause unnecessary delays at the ATM any more.

No, this is not my work. I received it from a lady friend not so long ago. Don't hunt me down, I'm just the messenger.

Have a great day out there.

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Seeking Equality For Women!?

When I just started high school (that was just after the last ice age), I overheard my grandfather saying something to his friend in Afrikaans (very similar to Dutch), which translates to: The stronger gender really is the weaker gender, because of his weakness for the weaker gender!

I did not understand it at the time, but as I grew up the meaning became clear. The only problem was that I always thought that it was a relatively new thing, confined to the 20th century. Now, in the 21st century, I came to realize that it had always been like that. The Bible is full of it; of which Samson and Delilah must be the most telling example. And although Samson defeated the philistines in the end, he certainly did not defeat Delilah.

But it goes back much further. Let’s skip over Judah, Jacob, Isaac and Lot, who were all deceived by a woman at some stage without retribution. So let’s go straight to Adam.

Why did he take the tainted fruit from Eve when he knew it was not permitted? It is simple; he had that weakness for her. He could not say ‘no’ her. And look how he covers for her when their sin is discovered. When God ask him about it, he does not say: “The woman gave me some of it.” Oh no, he’s too enthralled by the woman’s charm; and too scared of losing her favour. But he’s not scared of God, Is he? He actually blames God for the whole episode. He says: “It was the woman You gave me.”

The funniest part is that none of these women were punished for their deceit. Lot’s daughters were not punished for having sex with their drunken father, Rebecca was not punished for deceiving Isaac, Lea was not punished for her part in the plot to cheat Jacob out of Rachel, Judah’s daughter-in-law was not punished for seducing her father-in-law and Eve was not punished. Oh, she was punished for eating the fruit yes, but not for poisoning Adam as well. In fact, some of them were richly blessed during the years to follow.

Eish!

Ok, this is enough motivation. So now, at last, we get to the real issue here at stake. What is the use of all these clubs, associations, movements and motions to obtain equality for woman? I fail to see why any sensible woman would want to relinquish her superior status for equality.

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Introducing myself - The first twenty years.

I was born in Empangeni, Kwazulu, South Africa. That was because I wanted to be close to my mother and she happened to be right there at the time. I believe it is a natural phenomena for a baby to be born in very close proximity to his mother. That was about nine months after I went to a picnic with my father one day; and then, later that day, went home with my mother.

I was born on a Saturday; my mother, being a career woman, was too busy in the week.

My parents sent me to school hoping that I would one day become a doctor or something like that. I quickly developed a doctor’s scribble, but that was as close as I would get to realise my mother’s ideals. I did not become a doctor, but I did satisfy her second choice; I became some thing!

After school, like all other white boys in my country at the time, I was conscripted into the army. I had a girlfriend by then, but I could not write anything personal or intimate to her

as she had to take my scribbles to the pharmacy to be read by the pharmacist.

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The Choice To Comment.

A Pigment Of The Imagination

The Dumb Boxer Syndrome

The Future of Boxing

Gender Dysphoria

Apparently You CAN Die Of A Broken Heart.

Can You Die Of A Broken Heart?

What Are They Hiding From?

A Day At The Movies.

Drive-Through ATM Machines

Seeking Equality For Women!?

Introducing myself - The first twenty years.

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