Copied ( without prejudice)
Yesterday Megan Cremer's body was found dumped in a sand mine at Phillippi, an area with smallholdings and farming operations in Cape Town. She had a rope wound around her neck. Wether this was the cause of her death remains to be seen. Three men have been arrested as they were caught driving her car in Wynberg, an adjacent suburb to where I until recently had a house.
I sold my house when my own neighbor was murdered, brutally sliced up and bleeding to death ten meters from the house where my elderly mother was sleeping until that is, she was awoken at 2.47am by the blood curdling screams of my neighbors terrified wife and child as they fled the murder scene.
The morning after the attack the police were there and I watched them milling apathetically around, files in hand while their white and yellow tape fluttered pointlessly in the breeze. Life carried on. In the days after the murder of my neighbor I thought about it all and rationalised - and found that it was time to go. So I did. I put the house on the market, sold it, packed up my belongings, sent them all to storage and kenneled the cats until I could move them too. My son has also thankfully recently moved with his wife to London where he is carrying on with his life out of the danger so many South Africans are presently facing. When I write of danger it is an informed use of the word.
Let me detail what it means, from personal experience. I have lost a family member to murder - a violent home invasion where my aunt was kicked into a coma in which she lingered wholly dependent on others for her most basic needs for six years before dying.
A good family friend was shot on his smallholding outside Cape Town, succumbing to his wounds in the ambulance on his way to hospital.
An ex girl-friend was raped, stabbed to death and then set alight and burned beyond recognition along with her apartment and everything in it including her cat.
A colleague of mine was tied up, tortured and then stabbed to death on the vacant ground at District Six, Cape Town.
Another friend was abducted, forced to hand over his pin codes to his cash card and then presumably also murdered. No one ever saw him again.
That's five (5) people. There are others that I know of, other people on the peripheries of my acquaintance also gone, violently killed and in none of these instances has anyone ever been brought before a court of law. Not one.
Since 1994, the year South Africa was supposed to have achieved 'Liberation', ostensibly for all it's people, five hundred thousand people (500 000) have been murdered. Research that unbelievable sum yourself - don't take my word for it.
That's half a million people. Murdered. Gone. Ripped from this life. Think about that for a moment.
I myself was stabbed through my arm in a hijacking attempt one night as I drove through Wynberg, Cape Town. I had my weapon at hand, as I did for over twenty years and was able to get off a few shots, winging an attacker who left a gratifying splatter on the back of my car.
Fuck him - I hope it hurt as much as the knife wound, nerve damage and associated pain I have felt over the years.
There are over fifty-seven (57) murders in South Africa every day.
In Cape Town alone last weekend there was cause for some celebration. Due to troops on the streets the murder rate was forty-one (41) deaths, an improvement on the sixty-three (63) murders for the weekend before that. Crack open the champagne.
All of this carries on, unabated, unchecked and encouraged by leaders and politicians in South Africa today.
This brings me to the point of this post and its not pretty. War never is.
This is what it comes down to and I'm deeply saddened by the realisation.
The deeply compromised ANC along with its allies in the EFF and other criminal racists are driving an assymetric pattern of attacks against minorities in South Africa. This is done as a cynical addendum to the shattering crime and murder rate. Today they use the tried and tested methods exercised so tellingly during their so-called 'Struggle' period - insurgency, hit and run, intimidation, degradation and attrition. The transport infrastructure is regularly attacked with denial of services in mind. Public transport is not safe and neither are the roads. Cash in transport vehicles are attacked regularly. Shopping malls are raided for high end goods, including jewelry. There are riots in which whole towns are ravaged. And the Murders, the deliberate, coordinated and politically motivated Farm Attacks and the ongoing encouragement to violence by rabid populist psychopaths who today sit abusively sniggering in the Houses of South Africa's Parliament.
This cannot continue and I don't believe it will be allowed to. It is time to fight back.
So don't be surprised when you read of, or see on TV or have your fancy-pants holiday to SA disturbed by a murderous mob in the brutal ugly flowering of the latest undeclared assymetric conflict - the burgeoning civil war in South Africa.
Trust me on this - it is coming and it is a battle now gladly joined by myself certainly and many other like minded freedom loving South Africans. I will do what I can from where I am with the intent on stopping these vile criminal swine in their tracks. 'No Paseran!'
Those who know me will understand that I have always been for peace and understanding. I have made personal sacrifices for the assumed 'Greater good of all the people of South Africa' and those offerings and thousands of others have been pissed on, disrespected and abused by the obviously criminal ANC and their gangster cohorts of violently hegemonic fellow travellers.
Enough is enough. To arms.