Sticks and stones will break my bones
But words will never harm me.
I’m sure that the majority of you will have come across that children’s rhyme at some stage in your lifetime. I am the bearer of bad news, for you have been misled. Apparently words can harm, African-Americans, and for our non-PC, Africa-resident readers, Blacks.
“WHAT?!”, I hear you stammer.
Not only can we exhibit the superpower of fat cell manipulation, but much like Darth Vader, we White folk have the ability to curtail the breathing of those of a darker hue. Amazed? So am I.
I’m a “White” male, I was born in, and live in, South Africa. As a result, at this period in time, I am discriminated against, by law, in terms of occupational opportunities.
This, the citizens of this country are told, is a means to effect a broad change in the economy, between the “Black” and “White” populaces; a resultant effect of the Apartheid regime.
This movement is effected through a myriad of regulations and laws, commonly referred to with a variety of terms; such as AA (Affirmative Action), EE (Employment Equity), BEE (Black Economic Empowerment) or B-BBEE (Broad-Based Black Economic Empowerment). These terms have become technically-diluted over the years and have henceforth become used on an interchangeable basis.
I am a man of sober habits, driven with desire to be fit, healthy and pure of Mind.
I take umbrage to the effects of over-imbibing and state-altering drugs, the culture that pervades in unison and the often lasting, usually harmful effects that they can and do induce.
That said though, were it not for the abuse of alcohol and drugs, we would not have been bestowed with the epic musical gift that is In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly.
Maybe, just maybe, kids, drugs are cool?
The scope of how drugs have shaped the world we know today is far beyond the range of this humble blog, but it’s safe to say that both their existence and their absence have contributed to the make-up of the world that we find ourselves in today.
Music, governance, legends, global affairs and the natural world have all been effected by drugs.
Had Churchill been treated for his Bipolar, would he have made the decisions that endeared him to the world?
Would a sober one-hit-wonder band have achieved cult status had they rehearsed sober?
As with most things, a layered, mild approach renders different views to the oft black-and-white, hasty attack most people engage with.
Perspective. It can be a real bitch of a spanner in the logic works.
I don’t advocate the use of drugs; that’s your call. I support the notion of an open mind and a lateral approach to life.
Do you like to be scared shitless in the middle of the night, left sweating and fearing for your future?
If so, read on…
This, folks, is a bag of South African ½c coins. I have no idea how many are in here, but it easily numbers in the hundreds. At face value today, you would need many, many dozens of these bags in order to purchase just ONE litre of 95 Unleaded petrol, at the coast, currently priced at R13,59; or 2,718 of these here brassy bits.
The smallest coin we have in circulation today is a 10c coin. When last did most of you stoop to pick up a 10c coin, wait for 10c as change or go to the effort of storing one?
Scared shitless yet? You should be.
Economics should be instilled with a safety rating.