Archive for January, 2002

27
Jan

On the US war in Afghanistan

What war? The war on drugs? No, wait, poverty, the war on poverty. No no, wait, that’s not the one either, the war on rubble. Yes, that’s it, America is fighting a valiant war on rubble. I’m hoping they’ll have the world saved from rubble quite soon, and we’ll have the boys back home before Christmas. Unless they want to extend their efforts to randomly scattered rocks, something Afghanistan also seems to have an abundance of.

I’ve been regularly upsetting my American friends by questioning their country’s methodology in the War Against [Insert Noun Here]. But hey, I’m from South Africa. If there’s something I should know about it’s a technologically superior hierarchy pitted against a networked cellular structure. You don’t bomb gnats, no matter how pesky you think they are. Can’t be done. Wasps would be an even better example, because they get pissed off if you mess with them.

The way the US are doing this is a bit like poking holes in a wasp nest. You have a minor chance of killing individual units, zero chance of killing all of them, and you can be certain of causing a massive amount of damage and upsetting the general populace.

The way I see it, I can expect to be picked up by the Feds any day now for intent to obfuscate.

Popularity: 6% [?]

27
Jan

On living life

I feel so sorry for people who simply live to work towards one specific goal, whether it’s to free Tibet or own a Porsche or retire in a cottage by the sea. There are only two possible outcomes to the scenario: you fail (as you probably would in freeing Tibet) and you end up embittered and sad; or you reach your life’s goal, and after fifty years of slaving you find out that nothing’s worth spending your life for. (Apart from Claudia Schiffer in a leather thong, but that doesn’t count and I’m not dedicating my life to it just some letters under a pseudonym and it’s not as weird as it sounds and anyway the court order prevents me from meeting her in person etc etc.) (Golly, what did rambling people do before they invented parenthesis?)

Unbelievably I can actually remember what the point of all that was: that it’s no use spending your life thinking there’s a reward at the end of the journey, there probably isn’t. The reward is the journey itself, your own movie, and if there’s nothing more to it you should at least have had some highlights.

Popularity: 9% [?]

27
Jan

On the anti-global movement

I’ll start off with an anti-anti-globalisation rant, which is my bugbear-of-the-moment. Scum and hooligans being passed off as bunny-hugging third-world loving political awarees. They have no discernable political thought and no affiliated social movement, they’re simply a bunch of kids with too much time on their hands who don’t bathe often enough.

McDonalds and Starbucks make easy targets, but damnit there’s nothing wrong with a Big Mac and a stinking big strawberry flavoured latte with caramel and chocolate sprinkles. If they’re putting the corner coffee shop and local burger joint out of business, tough titty, that’s progress. The local coffee shop skimps on fresh beans and the local burger joint can’t make rat glands taste like burger, so if their products were superior they would survive despite smaller marketing budgets.

The damn kids are bored because they have nothing to spice up their lives. At least we still had the Cold War hanging over our heads, and generations before us have always had wars to put things into perspective. Sixty million men dying on the dung heaps of Europe – that’s an issue. Monsanto putting vitamins into potatoes that will mutate and take over the world – that’s crap.

Sure, Nike’s exploiting children in Bangladesh by having them work for less than 1% of the New York minimum wage. But in Bangladesh 1% of the NY minimum wage is a hell of a lot more than the average person’s getting, mostly due to the average person fighting disease and flooding and starvation and unemployment. Nike certainly is exploiting these children, but the anti-globalisation movement’s making it sound as if Nike’s keeping small children from going to school and forcing them to work in slave camps.

Without a job in a Nike sweatshop these kids won’t have a pot to piss in, and ever larger numbers of children in those countries are turning to prostitution. With the full approval of their parents. Instead of farting about in Gothenburg smashing some Holiday Inn windows, why aren’t these filthy teens volunteering for the US Peace Corps, or Doctors without Frontiers, or Unicef? Why aren’t they out there helping improve social structures in Bangladesh, helping create a society where parents would protect their children at any cost, helping share knowledge of what it’s like to live in a safe and stable environment, rather than walk the streets of Sweden or Prague or Seattle?

Hell, I live a privileged life, and I’ve never been to Sweden or Prague or Seattle. I spend my money making my world a little bit better, and I spend my time making myself a little bit better. The anti-globalisation activists travel from protest to protest, a core group of several hundred. What’s it costing them in time and money? What’s it costing society in repairing the damage? I may be naïve, but I’m not naïve enough to think McDonalds are carrying the costs of replacing broken windows. I’m paying for it by getting two chips less than I’m supposed to with every order, and the leaf of lettuce on my burger is exactly 12 hours older than it would have been.

To top it all Greenpeace and assorted loonies with a ferret up their collective asses (like ALF and GAIA) have joined the bandwagon on this travelling circus. How much money and time is spent on saving the panda, a lovely cuddly animal that nature itself (and not man) has seen fit to drive to extinction? The panda used to roam all over Eurasia, yet they evolved to a point where they find it difficult to survive in the only climate suitable for their staple food. Pandas are polar beers in disguise, yet their eating patterns have evolved to exclude everything apart from bamboo.

In addition the loose alliance of environmental groups have spent millions of US dollars on campaigns to save other endangered species, both fauna and flora. How many of these millions have been spent on improving the living conditions of the people in these same areas? How many of these millions have been spent on direct action at all, and weren’t siphoned off for administration and marketing and office space and corporate travel and lobbying politicians?

The whole anti-globalisation movement – as much as it can ever be seen as a single organism comprised of like-minded individuals – consists of misguided and uninformed teenagers bored with their colourless lives, backed by organisations which exist only for the sake of existing, pouring essential funds that could have been the life-blood of humanitarian work into a black pit of activism.

Too many people to help, too many idiots chasing panda-flavour Big Macs.

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27
Jan

On mysticism and predicting the future

The problem I have with mystics is that they preach a gospel of non-responsibility. Nobody sails your ship but you. There’s no force stronger than free will, or at least no stronger force being exerted. If you’re doomed to a specific path in life (which you’ll have to be if the future is predictable) what’s the use of getting up in the morning? If slaving sixty hours per week for fifty weeks a year and being the butt of a great cosmic prank for eighty years equals a specific path, but lying in bed drinking anti-freeze watching daytime TV equals the same path, what’s the use? On the other hand, if these two formulas do lead to different paths, it means the future isn’t set in stone. If there isn’t a fixed outcome, and the true outcome depends on thousands and thousands of variables under your direct control, the future isn’t foretellable for longer than it takes you to make one decision. (Most of this is based on an X-File episode, so it reeks of street cred. The math’s my own, so that just reeks.)

If free will’s a myth, the future can be predicted but it isn’t worth making an effort or a fuss over anything. If free will’s true, we get out of life what we put in (also proving the concept of karma), but it means we actively change the future with every decision we make. Big decisions (having children, blowing up a cruise ship, joining a nunnery) make big changes to the future. Small decisions (having a bagel, blinking, wearing blue shoes) have a relatively small impact on the future. Just by having only one cup of coffee this morning I probably changed the future just enough to make a teenager somewhere decide to buy a Scritty Politty album.

Popularity: 8% [?]

27
Jan

On subtlety

Subtlety doesn’t work for me. If you criticise something by saying: “Such and such is a wonderful product, but…”, people only hear that it’s a wonderful product. However, if you add that the producers of said product wear their mothers’ underwear and worship a terrible and vengeful Central African jungle god, it starts getting people’s attention.

Popularity: 8% [?]

27
Jan

On baby pictures

People without children are frequently called upon to feign interest in their friends’ baby pictures, and some of us are able to do this quite well. But why not make it more interesting by also throwing a few pictures of teenage girls into the mix? That’ll get the childless ingrates interested: here’s Suzy playing in the bath, here she’s on the lawn playing with the garden hose, and here she’s on the beach with her bucket and spade and microkini. Nine times out of ten, the secret lies in proper marketing.

Popularity: 8% [?]

27
Jan

On raising children

I have always thought plying them with alcohol and dangling the threat of terrible monsters hiding behing the furniture would do the trick, but the kind people from Child Welfare assure me that’s not the way to go. Then again, the promise of alcohol and the threat of monsters is what gets me out of bed in the morning, so danged if I have a better suggestion.

Popularity: 9% [?]

27
Jan

On Brussels Midi train station

Brussels Midi station is a giant and complex creature, with winding tunnels and shifting exits and shuffling vagrants, a train station with no clear main entrance and a parking area I’ve never been able to find. As expats we simply call this typically Belgian and snicker about it and get on with our lives, but in time the Belgian blitzkrieg will roll across Europe and sow death and confusion, and we’ll all flee to Casablanca and shake our heads and say that King Albert looked like such a nice chap, who would have thought… Just don’t mention any of this to anyone, it’s to be a surprise.

Popularity: 8% [?]

27
Jan

On another year rolling over

Yay, it’s 2002! (Although I had to look it up on a calendar, I was sort of under the impression it might be 2003.) As my favourite Flemish author Herman Brusselmans writes in his New Year’s message: “2002 won’t be different. The bordedom, the tedium, the crumbling dreams, the fading ambitions and the itching in your ass will once again be the most prominent features.”

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27
Jan

On Monday mornings

Back to work at 06:37 bloody AM… No, wait, we’re an hour behind, so must be… lessee… Monday morning… erm… 07:37 bloody AM??? Still reeks of early. I barely managed to roll myself out of bed in the grips of a panic attack (missed deadline Saturday), and even now I’m only managing to sit up by means of visible caffeine support. Ahhh, VCS. My truest friend.

Weekend wa goo. Saw H*rry P*tt*r, but tell no one. They have spies everywhere. Very good movie, but I still think it’s a children’s story. (At which point adult HP fans tend to go duh, of course it is, BUT THEN WHY ARE ALL THE ADULTS READING IT? Thaswatiwannaknow.) Saw the latest trailer for Star Wars Ep 2 as well, and I can rest assured that H*rry P*tt*r was a damn sight more sophisticated than SW Ep 2 appears at first glance. I mean come on, Amidala calls the future Darth Vader Anni! There’s teenage angst. And a beautiful love story. This is a series where Luke Skywalker fell in love with his sister, damnit! When two teenagers are attracted to one another we demand that they’re from different species! Or at least lesbians. Personally, I’m holding my breath for Lord of the Rings. Now there’s a geek classic you can be proud to wear an anorak to. With Hobbit/Elf live one-on-one action included, no less.

Popularity: 9% [?]

27
Jan

On Sexual Subcultures

Back in time you had leg-men and breast-men (and I assume leg- and breast-women as well), but anyone slightly off the edge of the radar kept to him- or herself. Nowadays people connect through the Net, and there’s a real sense of community in these subcultures. Simply liking legs really isn’t strong enough to make strangers bond, but finding the absence of legs erotic is. So there are tightly knit subscultures for everything from a near absence of breasts to an extreme over-abundance of same, for hairy women, very tall women, very short women (including dwarfs), very old women, and (very topical of course) very young women. It’s not that these extremes have become more prevalent, just more organised. Weird but true.

Popularity: 7% [?]

25
Jan

Teachers Commit Many S.Africa Child Rapes - Study

A third of all child rapes in South Africa are committed by school teachers, researchers said in a new report on sexual violence against
young girls.

dailynews.yahoo.com

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23
Jan

SA’s shame schoolgirl sex slave trade

Sexual abuse and the prostitution of schoolgirls by teachers and members of the community has reached alarming levels, public hearings conducted in five provinces show.

news.24.com

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23
Jan

Who will fly Mbeki?

President Thabo Mbeki’s new business jet is to be delivered later this year, but manning the jet may become a problem as the Air Force faces pilot shortages. Only six operational pilots (three crews of two each) out of the entire Air Force qualify to fly the aircraft.

news.24.com

Popularity: 4% [?]

23
Jan

Baby-saving programme faces axe

Plans to save babies born to HIV-positive women in KwaZulu-Natal could be scuppered by political wrangling. KwaZulu-Natal Premier Lionel Mtshali announced on Monday that the country’s most Aids-affected province would provide the drug to all HIV-positive pregnant women – a move which surprised the health minister and is believed to have caught even the province’s health MEC off-guard.

www.iol.co.za

Popularity: 8% [?]




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