They are children, not crash-test dummies!

Last I checked South Africa wasn't some backwards country where pertinent information was limited to the few, well for the most part at least. Even if you aren't educated to the highest degree you still should know what's safe and what's not. So let's get into it...

What the bloody hell is it with parents and allowing their kids to either stand on the seat next to the driver or in the back in between the two seats.

When you drove off with your little one bouncing around like a bag of biltong at a rugby match you never paid any mind that you were practically signing their death certificate. In the case of an accident the possibility of being seriously or fatally injured is doubled if not tripled when you forget about their safety.

What grates my tits even more is when the adults in the car have their belts on and the kid is standing between the front seats or on the lap of the front passenger, so it's either they go canon balling through the windscreen or get crushed to death by the air bag pushing them into their carriers chest.

Maybe I just don't understand or maybe I missed the memo and nowadays kids are responsible for their own lives, in which case they should be allowed to drink and smoke.

All I'm saying is, if you were grown enough to put two and two together and bring a child into the world then be grown enough to put their life first.

All tolled out

E-tolls, is the topic overdone? Hmmm, I reckon that for as long as government is trying to dig deeper into our pockets we'll complain, and complain we must. 

To hell with rolling over and accepting it, fok! SANRAL wasn't even kind enough to offer us the proverbial tub of vaseline to ease the pain. Even after all the strikes, pettitions, legal actions and news paper articles written in uproar they still went ahead and screwed us. Leaving our beloved friends the taxi drivers to go free.

So what do we do now?

I for one am not purchasing a silly piece of plastic designed to steal my money at every beep. So SANRAL has opted to dish out invoices at an alarming rate to anyone and everyone, from babies to the deceased and every poor soul in between. Not to mention the SMS being sent out where peoples details have been given out without prior consent, gone are the days where "personal details" meant something.

I  was recently the proud recipient of a six page invoice to the hefty price of R14.00, there must be some paper company out there making a killing.

Let’s look at the accuracy of this amazing system. If SANRAL can issue their silly little penalties to infants, dead people and one’s who don’t even reside in Johannesburg, what’s stopping us from paying their fines into non-existent accounts?

Will you arrive alive?

Ok, so I whine a lot but there’d one thing that we all have in common and that’s the ultimate hatred for that inconsiderate, possibly inbred monkey behind the wheel of a taxi.

It seems that us joburg’rs if not south Africans as a whole have come to accept the fact that they run our roads. Taxi’s are involved in … lethal car accidents a year, I’m talking about the death of family members, friends, loved ones and the police are either ill equipped or just don’t give a shit about trying to stop them or dish out a little punishment.

All too many innocent people on South Africa’s roads are insulted assaulted and terrorized by the lunch box driving twits.

So, short of herding them into a stadium and performing mass executions what are we to do? Leave the country? Use the Gautrain? Live with it?

Fuck that and fuck them too!

It’s free country for all of us.

 

Being sucked into the big vortex of blogging

So most people who know me are probably wondering why the hec I would start a blog – cause I can muthafuckers! – no, seriously… cause my lovely wife persuaded me to do it, in exchange for you know what???

First question I asked myself was, where the fuck would I find time to do this? What, between work, watching TV, scratching my balls, watching TV, watering the plant, running errands and watching TV? There just isn't any time! Oh and we've established that I watch a substantial amount of TV.

I’m known to be the more reserved of my friends, family and colleagues but once people really get to know me, they realise I actually have quite a bit to say and now you get to listen – well read it.

Been having a bit of anxiety now that I’m fast approaching the big THREE ZERO. Don’t know what it is about it that freaks me out but my heart does a backward summersault every time I think about it.

I'm the ''fix shit yourself'' kinda guy, even if it shouldn't be fixed i'll be the one who gets it right.
 

It'll become very clear soon that I have a serious dislike for taxi's, as should anyone and everyone else. But never fear, this blog isn't all about vermin, there'll be some good stuff too, basically my kinda stuff described in my own personal way.

Enjoy it, I know I will.