tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64616433493208766952024-03-13T13:39:04.244-07:00picc my brainpic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-36688625854569552742012-06-10T02:19:00.001-07:002012-06-10T02:19:03.607-07:00take it as you like-What are we; humans? What does that even mean?<br />
"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know."<br />
We have all this intelligence that we dont understand,<br />
We know what is right but we do what we want anyway.<br />
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The world is a lonely place and we live such solitary lives-forcing ourselves to socially partake in social situations but we go home to empty homes to empty rooms and sit alone on the toilet.<br />
We spend months prepping ourselves for things we wont even enjoy/<br />
We convince ourselves that pain is beauty...<br />
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A flower doesnt suffer, it knows it is a flower and so enjoys what it is but we; humans(?), because of our own suffering, selfishly destroy by plucking probing anf proding. A stone is a stone and accpets its density. <br />
It doesn't challenge its strength. <br />
But we; humans(?) attack with them, making them violent.<br />
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What are we; humans(?) what does that even mean-<br />
It means we're lost and confused.<br />
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<a href="http://www.benhanbury.com/blog/2008/05/17/holga/">http://www.benhanbury.com/blog/2008/05/17/holga/</a><br />
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We think we're bettering ourservels by aquiring knowledge <br />
when in actuality we are comlivating the process, the natural order, the circle of existence.<br />
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Life could be so easy if we just let it<br />
be..<br />
But we dont, we wont, we cant.<br />
We think we have it all figured out but if someone asked, "who are you," would you recite a bunch of credential, list your lineage, your name, your family tree?<br />
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Flowers are flowers and stones are stones.<br />
But we are mammals, man-kind, males and females, children-adults-pentioners. <br />
We are smart and dumb, active and lazy, sluts and prudes, pagons and believers, commoners and drifters, elitists and others--<br />
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Why cant we simply be,<br />
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living breathing creations of Creation?pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-76420044015540489312012-06-04T11:12:00.000-07:002012-06-04T11:12:17.270-07:005th time luckyAfrican people have been ridiculed for decades. Saartje Baartman was kidnapped and presented across Europe as a grosteque southern african savage. African dance has been described as barbaric and the art primitive.<br />
I want to-not apologise but-bring to your attention that I may be carrying the anger of my forefathers when addressing this. I find myself blinded by grotesque savage barbaric primitive rage when people criticise the African culture of polygomy. <br />
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Sudies have concluded that just over 50% of all marriages end in divorce. Of those 75% remarry only to get divorced again. The 60% of the divorced-remarried-divorcees try again. And again. And one more time for good measure. By the time some of these licentious lovers die they have wed 4/5 times. Now tell me, how is that better than a man who marries 5 women and stays with them all 'til death they part? Don't get me wrong I don't appriciate polygomy just as much as I detest divorce. But how can we ridicule one, who technically stays faithful and keeps to his vows yet no judgement is passed for the other who gave up because statistics premeditated it. It seems like a case of the thief calling the hijacker croocked. We're being hypocrites, spouse-swapping hypocrites..pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-35007326864521687892012-06-04T10:46:00.002-07:002012-06-04T10:46:49.485-07:00"I'm the Queen of the castle and you're the dirty rascals"Mduli, Cele, Sexwale, Mac Maharaj, Zille and many more. More than enough to talk about 'til the cows used as<em> lobola</em> for Zuma's umteenth wife come home. But before another hopeful journalist takes a shot at the sleeping giant that is our countries infrastructure, a refreshing change in walter-cooler talk should be explored.<br />
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It seems the editors of Sunday Times feel the Queens Jubilee is more first-page worthy that the building of vital schools in Limpopo. No, lets not stop there; lets dedicate an entire section of the paper to a royal family that is not ur own. <br />
In the fear of being hunted down and assasinated by the Britsh <em>bobbys </em>let me explain. The Queens Jubilee is the crown that broke the camels back. It is a metaphor for the reasin why our nation, and so many struggling nations continue to suffer. It began with the 1820 settlers who drove the western culture. A culture that is not our own. A culture that we continue to religiously cling to. We're allowed our perception of beauty o be defined by their skewed sense . Welve twisted our tongues attempting to impersonate their pompous language-rejecting our natural vernacular because we define our sucess by their standards. <br />
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Research shows South Korea began developing at quantam rates onces they ditched the language of the <em>chav </em>and communicated in their native tongue. I've recently been converted to the belief that language, and ultimately culture, hold the key to the a nations progression. We cannot avoid the overwhelming feat of tackling 11 official languages but lessening the master narrative english dictates would be a start. It's heartbreaking watching perfectly capable students, workers too, stumbling through sentances. These people kniw what they want to say but they literally cant because language limits them. Similarly; motivated learners losing hope because they are not only trying to grasp the content of wha is being taught but they are also expected to navigate through terms and jargon they have nver hard amoungst words foreign by at least 2 tongues. <br />
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SA, lets stop shooting ourselves in the foot with imported guns. Lets put down the magazines full of women with no hips, no lips and a plain complexion. Lets trade afternoon tea for a night around the fire; ma tellung African folk tales about <em>Dyakalashe.</em> As opposed to smaking a,"Poudly South African" sticker on everything lets actually live it. And celebrate it. As opposed to blowing out the candles for someone elses <em>Ouma</em>.<br />
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<br />pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-19993595334401627942012-06-03T08:21:00.000-07:002012-06-03T08:21:07.865-07:00seeing God in people<em>i got paid the nicest compliment today; she said I didnt contend.</em><br />
<em> she said I didnt have to be good enough 'cos I'm already the best.</em><br />
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<em>she said, "I'm telling you Inga; even though you dont belong</em><br />
<em> you'll find love in the galaxy, all in His arms"</em><br />
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Yesturday was a beutifully delicicous experience. Dining on laughs upon layers of fallen leaves. It was decadent, under the night sky slitterered with sparkling kisses. The cold hugged our bodies so tight our limbs were gasping for warm air. Me and my friend flew high. Above the dead grass abd selfish trees denying the leaves; their loves, their nutrients. We went there. We got there. And we feasted there; <br />
Upon thoughts of time entiwined in Gods fingers.<br />
Eternity enlocked in Her golden tresses. <br />
Love Bursting from her smile.<br />
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<em>God is beautiful, and we saw Her in the stars tonight</em>pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-74257679543015922162012-04-28T02:09:00.000-07:002012-04-28T02:09:02.160-07:00These streets,theres a golden glow of the blanket that warms you in it's arms, the cool whistle of the air that compliments your hair, it teases your ears. Theres a musky mixture of visiting and native scents, familiar and foreign fashion. The streets sing with he languages of fench, the gerrman, the english and the vinac of south africa. The traffic throngs through the resturants, it disturbs the shoppers, invades the culture until t is discarded at the top.<br />
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Hidden at Mr Pickwicks, there is a display of drifters, alternative clones of each other, the misunderstood and those who want to sneak a joint before lunch. Hanging from the banisters, The Neighbourhood provides comfort for those escaping homes infringemenst. Establishmenta like Lulo's Cafe, the Long Street Coffee Shop and others being the places-to-be-seen by all the right people who know all the right people. <br />
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For the socialites of Cape Town, exceeding your daily limit doesnt exist and, "budget" is a swear word. Being broke is a myth and so they enjoy thr entertainment of fellow trust fund babies. Students, aspiring artists, models ad musicians however, survive on savings. Noodles, crackers and marmite become ther staple, when they arent filling themselves on cigarretttes and hydrating with a double whicky and water. The privledged party in Camps Bay whilst the poor put on their best and line the que of Tiger, Assembly and Phez. The pompous posers retreat to their defenitions of alternative. Watering holes such as Rafiki's, Cold Turkey and Fiction feed that hunger. All the while the belt-bike-loking, bare-foot-bearing, ironic, spontaneous, ecclectic loners who seem to be on everybodies lips stumble into homes like EVOL. Many misunderstand, hipsters dont exist. These people are just like you and I; rebels, but more creative about it..pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-71837967294232086582012-04-28T01:55:00.000-07:002012-04-28T01:55:13.655-07:00it's not about the destination (part 1)brown shopping bags packed with polysterine plates. Plastic forks and flimsy knives; this isnt a way to live. the vending machine cant be my kitchen and the dustbin my dishwasher.<br />
if this is the life of a socialite, mum, i promise i'll get a job!<br />
there are days when i cant stomach the starch snacks and the oil drowned meals. finger foods suffocated in fat, muffins, scones, custard cakes, danish delicatses, and size 6 dressed dont fit. but i put on a brave face and work off the calories during the toilet breaks. <br />
the travel milage pile up like the pounds making themselves at home around my hips. my legs become as useless as my motabolism, working once every 3 days if ever. spending all my time sitting, sleeping, driving,flying,driving,flying,driving. this isnt a way to live.<br />
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if this is the life of a socalite, mum, i promise I'll get a job!pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-45154965767674781752012-04-28T01:40:00.001-07:002012-04-28T01:40:51.015-07:00what does it mean to you..can you imagine dying.. that's you, "tickets bra."<br />
i spent the night flying over the restrictions of logic. The notion of us all being a babies dream or the theory that we are in actual fact already dead weren't disregarded. "Heaven is a place of choices too man, remember Lucifer <u>decided</u> to go against God." The rest of us let the heavy words from Willhelm burden our shoulders, worrying us because we feared messing up in Heaven ourselves. I tried in vain to lift the spirits but Jam Jam presented another truth that knuckled down on us harder..<br />
"Some Christian faiths believe that humans are angels that are being tested. That we were up there fucking around and God decided 'hey guys let me give you a time out, mess up now but in the end I'll decide if you can come back."<br />
It seems like the most logical explanation for religion or spirituality-whatever you want to call it. It explains how we are neither in Heaven nor hell. Because we are in the waiting room<br />
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naaa, we got pretty baked last night it was a special kind of awesome. There were confessions and heart farts that had us questioning our own personal ideologies.<br />
we laughed about death despite all our intimate fears regarding it..pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-88018671330137750772012-03-04T12:03:00.000-08:002012-03-04T12:03:15.586-08:00vows to the 18thand thats what i think when i think about you; our video montages. The dozens of photographs you take. Our adventures, our picnics and the birth of our children. Our courtship will not be duty, we'll never strife a day in our lives. And through our act of sincere devotion Love will be born and heal the nation...pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-20778290129478796012012-03-04T11:58:00.000-08:002012-03-04T11:58:12.665-08:00[un]definedhow do you define "normal?" What is it to be a "normal human being?"<br />
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First lets consider an inanimate object; a dress for example. So a dress by definition is a one piece apparell that has no base and the bottom if loose. So a dress has characteristics but that doesnt make it normal, it makes it a dress. We use certain criteria to catagorise things and compartmetalise things, thus coming up with a definition.everything that fits into that definition doesnt automatically make it normal it confirms that it is infact what it is (I may be repeating this point but it is pivotal to the argument)<br />
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Human beings have conscious', we have a certain language that is understandable and interchangable; that is what makes us human in relation to animals. Possesing those things doesnt automatically classifyyou as normal, it merely compartmentalises you as human.<br />
"a normal human being would...fill in gap..." I'm pretty sure 63% of those surveyed to get those statistics are either drug addicts, sex offenders or even pyschotic and that in Modern Society, those social behaviours would be dubbed "not normal."--in the same breath; Modern Society can not exist. Modern Society owns a laptop, uses his blackberry more than his ink pen and spends over 30 hours watching television (and such related mediums) a week. I partake in none of those practises yet I am statistically still a citizen of this supposed society. And there are more of me; hundreds more, thousands more. Millions of people live in this modern society who practise alternative, bizarre, "not normal" things. This would conclude that we are merely all humans living in the space. <br />
It sounds an awful lot like theatre to me, like a performance whereby we all create our own circumstances, take on unique characters and engage in the action going on in our own, personal realities and perspectives. Create your own society, draw up and speak from your individual truth. Be happy.pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-71014673880376690162011-12-20T00:05:00.001-08:002011-12-20T00:05:20.547-08:00please please don't police the peace<img src="http://img.thoughts.com/33hjq3f00sgitlx.jpg" />pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-10630547619893568522011-12-14T03:16:00.005-08:002011-12-14T03:16:43.172-08:00<img src="http://paralounge.net/wp-content/gallery/paralounge-sept-30-october-1-2-2011/drum-circle-image-4-08-1-medium-web-view.jpg" />pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-40135400401392379662011-12-14T03:16:00.003-08:002011-12-14T03:16:34.831-08:00<img src="http://api.ning.com/files/u64quGEPu4PeWfI2XFscQ3KmyS-V3eXbMGmm863PGCgkeDBaad3ci8XlPj24bIZ4x0Le9RwWpS7KUJDuJExc-d7MPnRSzpjS/rainbow.jpg" />pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-11280657712168606682011-12-14T03:13:00.000-08:002011-12-14T03:13:17.781-08:00we are infinite withing ourselves...<img src="http://funandfit.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/hippie.jpg" /><br />
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indulge me for a brief moment; if molecules make up the world, us included, then are we not molecules ourselves? yes? right. Now if we ourselves are molecules and the world is made of molecules then there is a very real, very likely possibility that our planet is, fuck it our entire universe is a molecule part of someone elses body who lives in their own respective world part of their own solar system and universe alike. if we were to consider this theory then forever begins to become tangible. it puts the length, size and depth of forever into perspective...<br />
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okay but lets back track. as opposed to only looking outwardly lets turn the magnifying glass introspectively. if our entire existence is molecules of another humanity and so on and so forth then surely, surely we have universes and worlds within ourselves too?<br />
geeeeez! wait woah, this has to too far a place but this kind of knowledge and imagination is so overwhelming i want to cut it out and leave it to cool like a freshly baked (no pun intended) pie for a moment. I would never be able to access these truths in a sober state so let me admit something--i'm high. i'm so high music is coming at me from different directions, the sound has dimensions and although i wont go into that now the enlightenment proves that when you are in this state of being you have heightened sensitivity and all that nosh. you eat from the tree of knowledge and you dine with the "gods"... and right now, the possession of this knowledge is amazing, it makes no sense to mere mortals but enter this trance like state. the state of the super being and it all the mystery's of life are unlocked to you, handed to you on a silver platter! God appeared to Moses through a burning bush. coincidence? i think not!!!pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-72958154457112681792011-11-30T03:35:00.000-08:002011-11-30T03:35:49.173-08:00is the poverty in our black society just as hereditary as their fear the re-entrance of Apartheid?Nelson Mandela was freed and in the short steps following his freedom, he was inaugurated as the first democratic president of the new south africa... he won the Nobel Peace Prize, the man is a revolutionary--like his peers Ghandi and Theresa he was the epitome of humanity. he was a martyr for equality and fairness for all. at one point those were the principals the ANC stood for, the fundamental basis upon witch the ANCYL and BCM were formed around, what a fall from grace!<br />
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South Africa is run by a president who has a rap sheet<br />
Brett Kebble's assisted suicide uncovered an entire worm hole of gang/drug/crime related parallel to our society<br />
Julius Malema----enough said<br />
Mac Maharaj is under public scrutiny now for his involvement in the countries ongoing corruption epidemic<br />
The Protection of secrecy Bill is silencing the truth<br />
"Aids can be cured by eating a combination of beetroot and garlic." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Manto Tshabalala-Msimang, and now our HEALTH MINISTER is dead...</span><br />
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this small clip-pet in the National South African Sunday Times loosely strung together a story about a women flying on Virgin Atlantic who sexually assaulted a man and demanded sex from him... ummmm...<br />
quite frankly, hats off to her for claiming her femininity because women all over the world have had this happen to them atleast # times in this year ALONE! but in the same breath I cry for our beloved world... it's actually gotten too far now...<br />
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read the full story and the conclusion of her sentencing her:<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2054500/Katherine-Goldberg-faces-jail-grabbing-Virgin-Atlantic-air-stewards-crotch-drunk.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2054500/Katherine-Goldberg-faces-jail-grabbing-Virgin-Atlantic-air-stewards-crotch-drunk.html</a><br />
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educate yourselves, protect yourselves... stay safe xXpic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-23612233868547627472011-11-28T02:50:00.000-08:002011-11-28T02:50:54.110-08:00So Sociolitical<img src="http://www.ponder.co.za/wp-content/uploads/trevor_noah.jpg" /><br />
"first rule about the secrecy bill is to not talk about the secrecy bill"--Trevoh Noahpic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-46915573724194937742011-11-25T03:40:00.000-08:002011-11-25T03:40:01.320-08:00all's temporary<img src="http://jbsgraphics.com/images-blog/oct05/retro.jpg" /><br />
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funny how the wheel of fortune works.. nothing's ever bad forever and everything wont be good for too longpic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-37939468997259575852011-11-25T03:36:00.000-08:002011-11-25T03:36:06.765-08:00Writers Blockthere are 3 things I hate more than anything in this world... Hypocrites, Liars and Bullies! And whilst I could lament about liars until the roosters throat runs dry my head still heats with the after burn of this Protectiveness of Secrecy Bill:<div><br />
</div><div>Very many individuals have stood together against the Bill and their voices have been heard. Now surely the voice of those who are for the daft draft that the state has released should be listened to aswell. If journalists and intellectual minds are singing the songs of freedom of speech them why are they attacking and trying to silence the argument of those who think the bill has some standing?!!! Come now guys.. </div><div>I have a friend who is fascinated by politics and all the logistical lies it entails, he drools over political press releases and documents like a 12 year old to a new quad bike an he brought forward the notion that most people who are against the bill haven't even read it, that they were being manipulated by the media which upon research I found was a very valid point... No more than an hour after he posted this on his Facebook status was he verbally and electronically attacked and I quote,"enough of your political nonsense *his name* Facebook isn't a place to put this kak" but does facebook not ask what your political veiws are when creating your profile? were these social media sites not created as a platform upon which a person could freely voice their opinion... if you don't like it unfriend, if they're tweeting about it--unfollow it really is a simple fix. Lets us not be hypocrites, lets allow everyone the freedom and allowance to voice their veiws however ignorant or illogical we may think it is, afterall, this is the freedom we ourselves are fighting for...</div>pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461643349320876695.post-66006703508394456902011-11-23T02:49:00.000-08:002011-11-23T02:49:51.188-08:00cats got my tongue<img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles2/244206/projects/2550307/3ac8f749c115c16c7ccd1032bea8b292.jpg" /><br />
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everybodys talking.. but i guess now it's illegal to talk to each other... this secrecy bill is the re-entrance of oppression into South Africas history. We aren't being forced to sweep the truth under the rugg but the government is throwing every Tom Dick and Harry who has an opinion into jail!<br />
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Since when has truth ever been conditional and compartmentalized... Omission is betrayl and if the government is deciding to censor certain things, ANYTHING then it makes it obvious that they have something to hide... this is just the tip of the iceberg. When the Apartheid regime was gaining momentum the NP government took the decision to ban certain magazines and press platforms from voicing their opinions... notice any resemblance here???<br />
I dunno, maybe I'm way way way wrong... read the 28 page bill and make you own conclusions:<a avglsprocessed="1" href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.info.gov.za%2Fview%2FDownloadFileAction%3Fid%3D118894&h=0AQG8uDDTAQHzH-BBMdS0OXHV8DJSB1NbVQrx4BTtdagEAQ" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" target="_blank">http://www.info.gov.za/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>view/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>DownloadFileAction?id=11889<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>4</a>pic my brainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092231722266359839noreply@blogger.com0