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Saturday 11 February 2023

Week 6 – exotic animals in SA completely out of its natural habitat

 

Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity

Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity

Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity


Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity


Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity
Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity

Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity

Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity

Progression of my tiger ink drawing in protest against exotic animals in private captivity

There are a lot of hot topics in SA such as the disastrous and devastating crisis at the top of Eskom’s leadership, the allegations of acting judges performing the most vulgar sexual acts on minors, and exotic wild animals in private “care.” Yes, we had another Bengal tiger on the loose!

As if we in South Africa have not had enough of life’s curve balls – those that we bring about on ourselves. Not nature’s disasters or what clever people refer to as “an Act of God.”! These are not “acts of God” – wow, God is not to blame for these. These are manmade disasters.

Eskom’s man made “disasters” – those things that are notoriously difficult “to prosecute” and to investigate, but that is discussed in the marketplace although it is subject to load shedding. I have difficulties understanding this thing called “load shedding” and in Afrikaans it is referred to as “beurtkrag.”

Nobody sheds any loads – unless it is meant to mean that the powers in “charge” of Eskom are shedding their responsibility onto its consumers.

Another man made “disaster” is the Bengal tiger that “escaped” its enclosure on the south-side of Johannesburg and on the media reports, it happened because there was an intruder who cut the fences. If we accept that premise, why did the tiger not attack that intruder and mauled him/her? Of course, so the narrative should at least go, the tiger was asleep. And then there were further reports of this tiger attacking a dog and a pig and a person. Just that: “a person”; no more particularity about this incident. And it got shot. No more details of that “person” – now, should I as a long-standing lawyer accept that say so? No - a thousand times, no I do not accept it.

It was shot because the tiger did what tigers do, not because it was dangerous. The tiger did not know that it was dangerous. It was us humans, that saw the tiger as being dangerous. Well, let me accept that premise: it was dangerous. Why then did the owner keep it in private “care”? I am absolutely positive that the owner knew it to be dangerous even in the face of a “lovely cute photograph” of the tiger “cuddling” him from behind. Of so cute! Such a lovable little cuddly creature!

Nonsense! An animal that was ripped out of its natural habitat [or else bred in captivity which is even worse] in a “friendly” pose with its human “carer”? All of these wonderful arguments, and more do not make sense to me.

And to top it, another Bengal tiger, this time in Edenvale, not far from me in Rivonia, got “out”. This time it was sedated and brought back to its owner – so the story goes.

I wonder what the guys that are taking the Johannesburg Zoo to the Court over elephants are saying about this lot? They must be very upset and up in arms about this. And they are not the only ones. And the powers in “charge” of these laws and by-laws are smug about it.

Now, in SA we are trained to think that the political powers in charge of our destiny are corrupt and therefor in line with this thinking processes we ask ourselves immediately the question why are these powers so reluctant to interfere? My I put forward a suggestion, and I truly and honestly hope that I am completely wrong and barking up the wrong tree, and that suggestion is that money is exchanging hands – that is money from dirty hands to dirty hands and that money keeps the animals on the loose, so to speak. These are only some of my thoughts and once again, I hope to heavens that I am wrong. Shall we wait, and see? And wait for another exotic to escape and met some disastrous encounter with security officers with high powered guns that are not trained hunters. Once again, I will further qualify the story about being a trained hunter in SA. What do I mean by that? I mean that that security officer carries that high powered gun to shoot human beings and not tigers on the loose. That is what I mean – and the tiger stood no chance at all. The burglar, who is a human being, stood a chance because he probably had a gun in his pocket.

So what do we have here: a senior advocate who once upon a time acted as a judge of the High Court, his very able assistant, tigers on the loose, Eskom high-brass telling us a lot of utterly shocking “stories, security guards with high-powered guns geared to shoot robbers, no on the loose to shoot a tiger who, so the narrative goes, attack a “person” – oh my word, we can go on and on and all those Tik-tok videos prophesying doom and gloom, and Afrikaans speaking guys such as Kobus Van Der Merwe and a certain Breytenbach-guy who are in the very cheap lime light for having huge money making schemes with diamonds and other stuff.  

 

 

 

Sunday 18 December 2022

Twenty-eight 18.12.2022

Frank McCourt: ANGELA'S ASHES
 

Sunday 18 December 2022 and we are one Sunday away from celebrating Christmas day. And I am excited about it. I want to wish you, upfront, a blessed Christmas day. May you and your loved ones experience the love of Jesus Christ in a wonderful new way like never before.

I’ve written about me reading Frank McCourt’s modern day classic ANGELA’SASHES. Oh shucks, that book leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It is revolting. The Pulitzer Prize was awarded in 1997. I wonder what the criteria are rewarding any such a prize? It is awarded for journalism and the arts since 1917. Its website is most interesting and I recommend that you visit it and have a peek at what are on offer there! After looking at some stuff on its website, I have decided that I will finish this book, gruesome, wearisome and long-winded as it is. I think it is not a feel-good book at all.

The book certainly broadens my horizons just like any other book that I’ve read – even Oxford University Press’ INTERNATIONAL LAW under the editorship of Hennie Strydom of UJ [his team of scholars were Christopher Gevers, Laurence Juma, Gerhard Kemp, Engel Schlemmer, Werner Scholtz, Frans Viljoen and Patrick Vrancken]. Even the book RAUTENBACH – MALHERBE CONSTITUTIONAL LAW Seventh Edition by my erstwhile lecturer, Ig Rautenbach; it broadens my grasp and knowledge about SA Constitutional law.

Once again, I pity those people who can read, those who are educated people, and who don’t read. Shame on you!

I once read about the Nobel Prize awards, and it was stressed, that you get a lot of books and a set timetable to comply with. And then you start reading. And so, it is more or less the same with the Pulitzer. Read. Read. Read.

I read on its website:

There are no set criteria for the judging of the Prizes. The definitions of each category (see How to Enter or Administration page) are the only guidelines. It is left up to the nominating juries and the Pulitzer Prize Board to determine exactly what makes a work "distinguished."

What makes a work “distinguished”? Indeed. That is an open-ended question. I don’t know what other works were submitted that year when Angela’s Ashes won it and I am not going to research it. Judging by Frank’s writing style, his use of words and his ability to drag you kicking and screaming along the personal details of how many people and the filth and stench and toilet buckets overflowing with all sort of filth and hunger and throw up on the staircases and death and destruction and drunken orgies, its mishmash of Roman Catholicism, Protestantism, Irish poems, hatred for the English, the unqualified national loyalty to the Irish cause, it is a distinguished book.

When you read it, the best advice I can give is probably to do so with great caution and circumspection – do not believe everything. It seems as if there is great artist’s freedom in this. And a healthy, liberal dose of a fertile imagination is the underbelly of this modern-day classic. And then there is the backlash against some of Frank’s stories. Keep on reading and keep on asking questions – don’t expect definitive answers.

Back to the Pulitzer website. There is this video: ‘How I Did It’ – The Story Behind The New York Times’ ‘Civilian Casualty Files’ It began by one reporter asking questions; one reporter who was questioning the then President of the United States of America, Barack Obama’s say-so about the body count of civilian deaths in some airstrikes carried out by the USA Military.  And she was shocked by her investigation. I even question the legal handbooks that I read; some are outright faulty and presenting a questionable narrative.

I suggest to you that if you investigate the loadshedding saga in the RSA, and if you do go deep down, you will take you own life into your own hands. It would be extremely dangerous.

I repeat Prof Feynman’s advice:

Educate yourself about things. Study hard what interest you the most. Don’t worry about what others think of you, that’s none of your business. Train you mind to think, doubt, and question. That’s how you grow.”

On that note I leave you for today.

Please write me you story: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za

Thursday 1 December 2022

Number Eleven 2 December 2022

Art class: my cat [just a sketch because I don't have a cat]

I am guilty! I didn't publish my daily write up! Yet, I will tell you what happened yesterday.

My spoon - the fruit of yesterday's class

A short resume about yesterday:

  • High speed car chase late at night [that stands out for the day]
  • Art class – gaiety and laughter
  • Serious discussions about Princess Diana.
  • Butter Beans from Malawi
  • Groundnuts from Malawi
  • Friends for coffee and chocolates
  • Afternoon nap
  • Feeding the dogs
  • Irrigating the gardens
  • Tending my Franschhoek oak trees
  • Tending my cannabis seedlings
  • Look at my Scarlet runner beans
  • Having coffee [early morning] with my wife
  • Making lunch
  • Making supper
  • Movies: WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING [horrible story]
  • Move back in memory lane and reliving the time I was an assessor to a judge in a murder trial [the accused’s daughter pointed at him and said: “He killed my mother.”]
  • Watering the tender plants in my maternity ward
  • Load shedding.
  • Load shedding.
  • No laptop because of load shedding.

 A little bit more details about yesterday:

I attended art class and it was laughter and gaiety and serious discussions about the late Princess Diana. Did you know that the dressed very shabbily? Certainly, I didn't know that. She was a scoundrel; did you know that she penetrated the British Royal Household to destabilise it? Wow! Can you believe that? According to the discussions the only good thing that she did was to have died?

My contribution towards this discussion was about Meghan Markle, the former Royal: she is busy writing a book [I think it would be a best seller]. The title? HOW TO STEAL A BRITISH PRINCE!!!!!

 Back home, we had loadshedding and that means I don't use my laptop to conserve energy.

 I had my afternoon nap.

Friends came over. A client of mine, a Rwandan, brought me gifts. A huge bag filled with butter beans. Another huge bag full of raw groundnuts. He holds a doctoral degree in Education and cannot find a job. In order to feed his wife and four children, he sells butter beans and raw groundnuts. Hus suppliers are from Malawi. And he prayed for me. What a blessing it was.

Oh yes, our friends came over because I extended his blessings to them; they left with a yogurt container filled with groundnuts. And another container filled with butter beans from Malawi.

The plants in the maternity ward were almost bone dry. They were watered.

We had supper and went to the movies; we saw WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING. I am still staggering from shock! And I was transported back to the one High Court Case when I was an assessor to the Judge in a murder trial. The accused allegedly killed his wife by grabbing her by her dress and swinging her around and around and around knocking her brains out against the walls of her apartment. He had an alibi: he spent part of the day of the killing, with his daughter. That daughter was called to the witness stand and she gave evidence against her father. While she was testifying, she looked at him, pointing her finger at him and said: "He killed my mother."

We, the Court, found him not guilty. The presiding judge were at pains setting out that the verdict of "not guilty" does not mean that he did not do it. All it means is that the State did not prove his guilt. More or less the same thing happened in the movie.

Getting out of the building was somewhat of a nightmare! The shopping centre was almost deserted. The exists were all blocked off. Loadshedding was looming. And we couldn't get out. Suddenly a security guard appeared and pointed THAT WAY! And we got out.

The nightmare got worse! The youngsters were out in force showing off with the powerful 4x4's. Roaring away at high speed dangerously overtaking the slower traffic just to come to a screeching stop at robots. And taking off against the red traffic lights.

At home we were without electricity which meant NO LAPTOP!

It was off to bed we go.

It is now 03:52 and I am writing. It was a day! Filled with surprises and blessings. And high speeding motorcars racing at breakneck speed. And loadshedding. And butterbeans and groundnuts.

 Write me your story: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za