Posts Tagged ‘current-events’

The three Great Presidents of the World must meet

February 2, 2017

I ran the first part of this as an Open Note in Face Book just a few days back:

 “Can an Old Sefriken Guy call for a meeting between the three Great Presidents of the World, names in alphabetical order, Jinping, Putin and Trump?

Yes, it is my view that they should meet as soon as possible.

Preferable they should do so on neutral ground, like say, Iceland where two others previously met.

They should meet as full equals and all arrive with their spouses First Ladies and hands of friendship extended. There should be no conditions, demands or threats, just sitting down over a few drinks and become friends.

I reckon that is what the World needs today.”

 It received some attention but not nearly the serious discussions I had hoped for.  Perhaps I was vain.

 But this is a first for the entire World, having three Adult Men as Presidents in the three largest Independent Sovereign States in the World.

 We are moving through a phase of transition in the ever moving Cycles and Circles of History and World Events.  The present Cycle could be crucial to guide us for what must come if we don’t adjust to the Times.

 We simply have to get these Men together to form a Team.  I have high hopes and will return with some thoughts from the position at the Southern tip of Africa where I sit as a Sefriken.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

Screw the Day of Reconciliation in South Africa

December 16, 2016

I was only born in 1940 so I had to learn about the 1838 Day of the Vow more than 100 years after the event; to crown it all we were born in a family where liberal was not a political word; it meant kindness, sharing and respecting the elderly and your neighbour.  So as I grew up I went the way of the old Liberal and ended up as a Suzman Prog in 1971 and eventually devoted my entire adult life to a system of political sharing.

 However, though I voted ANC in 1994 and danced to the song of happiness with Beyers Naude and Oprah Winfrey, I soon became worried and the ANC left me when Thabo the Wimp in 1998 announced the vote for the prisoners for the 1999 Election.  Now they call 16th December the Day of Reconciliation; they can call it what they wish but I cannot in my heart, soul, mind, common sense and the basic Rule of the Lord by Nature reconcile:

 I cannot reconcile the right to life of the rapist of a 2 year old baby.

 Equality of gender allowing marriage between “parties of the same gender” and soon have them adopting babies to have a Daddy Daddy and a Momma Daddy each one fucking the little baby.  Every nerve is me says NO!

 Sex and screwing your little hearts out at age 15 and have Abortion on Demand

 Equality of Culture where my Culture does all the work and send the thief to jail where you slap him around a bit until he reforms himself, NO I cannot reconcile that with the right of the rats and common vermin with legs walking off with my garden tools.

 My right to have a dog and train him to attack the trespasser on my property where they come and shoot my Dog and the trespasser walks off with my electric drill

 NO South Africa, enough is enough.  You can take tour Freedom, your Democracy and all your Equality and shove it up your asses.

 TODAY, ON THIS 16TH OF DECEMBER, 2016 MY DESCENDANTS AND I WILL REINSTALL THE DAY OF THE VOW OF 1838 AND CELEBRATE IT.

The Jury Verdict on Nelson Mandela has just been announced in South Africa.

December 9, 2016

Well Guys, we all know the verdict on the Media by now; we don’t count in their eyes no matter what and I don’t see any possibility for change except to curtail or even eliminate Freedom of the Media drastically.  The original concept of Freedom of the Press, and that’s all, may do it but I am afraid the damage has been done.

When I mooted the Media Test for all of you on December 1st in Facebook and suggested 8 days I knew the results that I expected.  The extra day since then merely confirmed the Result.

On February 10th in the year 1990 a man walked from prison after 27 years, illegally and disgracefully detained according to the Media; some reported it as illegal incarceration of an innocent man.

He died three years ago on December 5th 2016.   I watched a substantial part of the Media from December 1st until yesterday.  It is almost another 27 years sine 1990 and, surely I thought, a few people would remember him.

Nobody did; the Ego died.  I did not see anyone referring to the hoopla of 1990 or his demise into obscurity over the past three years; so much for Media Power?  The Jury Verdict sums it up so well in utter silence:  He was yesterday’s Icon and Hero; may he rest in his own place of Destiny wherever that may be.

Let us carry on with our Lives.

 

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Of Time and Illusions and Tall Tales of Time and of Where We Are In Time Today

October 31, 2016

Dedicated to my friend JP the Great El Campeador of Election 2008

A Story for JP

Hi JP, here it is as I once promised.  This Post has been with me for a long time and I have had more Headlines in mind than would fill ten pages.  In the end I decided to call it “My story for JP” to make it easy to find while I was developing it.  The Headline as it appears above I selected moments ago because it fits in with what I have to say.  The idea started of with:

My 76th Birthday Notes

In South Africa it is 8/2/2016 11:04:17 PM on my Computer clock right now as I have just drawn it from the keyboard.  I don’t know how to tell you why I am doing it but there is a reason.  I don’t do things without a reason, except when I sit down or lie down, which I do very often, to do absolutely nothing but to think.

I go to bed at sunset; doing that for years now, and wake up anytime during the night and work on the keyboard.  Eventually I go back to bed and get up again at sunrise.  Living on my own by choice I can do these things.

In a way, having woken up before 11 tonight, there is a subconscious reason; yes tonight it may be there because I am now as I tap the keyboard less than one hour from age 76.  Perhaps I shall take this up in a Post in my main WordPress Blog one day.  Oh yes, I shall do that; a thought has been going through my mind on and off lately to do a Post on “Days of my Life” or something like that, to highlight other events that occurred over a full year of my life and influenced, or guided or cautioned me about my journey of life and where I am going.

For now, having only forty minutes left of age 75 I will close this down and find a place to publish it.  If it is someone else’s birthday too tomorrow, Heppie Heppie we say in South Africa.  If someone else is also 76 at twelve, do send me a note.

For posterity the recorded date of birth of the Bama is given as August 4th 1961.  Wherever he was born we got to accept that the Bama was born, and the date is as good as any; he will be 55 years old on this day August 4th of 2016.

He is not done with America; don’t let him fool you.  Watch his last move the day before the next President moves into the White House to make it white again.

JP ole Friend, the foregoing stopped there, but I continued to collect and compile stuff that is needed to synchronize my thoughts with reality; there is so little real in the World today and I have a need to find it, even if it is just for me but all sorts of things interfered and my notes started to look like a dog’s breakfast [my sincere apologies to the noble race of the dog; it is not my intention to insult the dog World] but the old cliché exists and nobody would understand it if I describe what I saw as “an utter mess as only the human race can make of his life.”

I believe you are a wise man.  We have had very few differences but the two of us know that we can learn from differences and we have done so.

I came to realize as we would all react to being thrown into a large pool filled with icy water and chunks of frozen ice on a bitterly cold winter morning, when it struck me that at the rate we are going right now we will never reconcile all the differences between all the aspirations, hates and prejudice of cultures, languages and the only way out is to withdraw into self and sort the latter out first.

I went on to collect just a few things about our country.  The links are here but you don’t have to read them all now; do it at your leisure when you have the time.  Just remember however, that these are a few illustrations of reality where we are today

http://www.ourcivilisation.com/cry.htm

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/apr/09/university-cape-town-removes-statue-cecil-rhodes-celebration-afrikaner-protest

 https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2012/02/13/judge-ruth-bader-ginsburg-and-the-south-african-constitution-of-her-dreams-2/

 https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/61197/Man-shot-dead-in-South-Africa

 http://southafricatoday.net/media/hard-news/the-white-ghettos-of-south-africa/

 On the last I made a note: “To my friend JP in America number one.  Would you like this?  Note that is what the Bama has for his ultimate goal for you all. But I didn’t send it out or published it.

 At that point in time a while after my birthday, I continues to read but could not find a connection point until one night I found this on Google:

 “The Berlin Wall. During the early years of the Cold War, West Berlin was a geographical loophole through which thousands of East Germans fled to the democratic West. In response, the Communist East German authorities built a wall that totally encircled West Berlin. It was thrown up overnight, on 13 August 1961.”

 This piece comes to you in here verbatim [by copy and paste] and you can check it out but I didn’t even bother to copy the link.

 There is a reason for not bothering about the link because that was what chucked me into the freezing water.

 I sat up and heard myself saying to myself with my own mouth: “Hey, but this is nonsense; that is not what I have previously been leaded to believe about that wall.”

 Since then I have made a thorough and detailed study of that Wall from that night [as quoted above] and right through to the end [including President’s Reagan speech at the Wall until its demolition.

 I am still off Google Gmail and doubt whether I will ever care to return.  It’s really a lot of crap; the only decent email system [I don’t care if it is contradicted by anyone] is in Windows as in Gates, name Bill, but I considered all the young fools of today reading that Google excerpt and believing how that Wall went up “overnight.”

 But I am here and hope to be around for another little while.  Let me get back to the main purpose my intended Post; please also take that be my swansong in case I should depart from this here old World and you can’t find any trace of where I gone.

 Back to the icy water in my face that I mention two or three paragraphs above the South African links.

 It struck me like a bolt of hot lightning; we are all living behind walls.

 I then had it and put it into an “innards pocket” of my mind; it has been with me for some time to complete the keyboard work up to this point, I have to do all my Internet work this way because of my eye impediment.  The keyboard is set up to key every small bit or a long article in MSWord in a large font that I can still see; when it s done I send it through the spell checker where after I reduce the font size to Verdana 20 and then I  copy/paste to the Post.

 Back to the Illusions, the Tall Tales and the Walls.

 JP, ole Friend, you know, I carried this around for months and tell you some Tall Tales of Great Men, of grand history, of Money and Men of Money, of Ambition and Memories; many of these Tall Tales could be like that of President Reagan [the Grand Old Man of recent America] that stood at the Brandenburg Gate of the Berlin Wall and challenged Russia with the call “Mister Secretary, take down this Wall” but it would serve no purpose.

 Walls are part of our lives, sometimes just in our homes; then there is the fence with the neighbor.  As manufacturing developed walls and later high security walls went up around factories; as crime increased walls went up around entire industrial complexes; when the rich started building their multi million homes it was erected to include a wall right around the entire property; in South Africa of recent times security fences and walls with spikes and/or barbed wire rolls were erected around the entire village or the neighborhood as each one would decide.

 I now live in a small hamlet; having to let go of my own scrub fed chickens [for years had my own eggs] and the dog when I moved to my present place; found a neighbor I liked and we started talking about getting dogs and scrub chickens.  You have to talk to your neighbor when you want to do that because you cannot tie your dog down, or tell a scrub chicken not to cross the line into the vegetable patch that you and the neighbor had as we both did; my neighbor became a good friend.  We planted in tandem, shared our crops and did the same as we put in fruit trees and handed each other some that the other did not have on his place.

 My neighbor friend died of cancer at the age of 45 three years ago [a sad affair, tragic and sad] and a farmer bought the property on an auction for additional accommodation for a worker that is also needed in town [many of the wealthy farmers do that] and though the new occupant is a nice person they are hardly ever there.  That’s at the back of my property; on my right I have a cop as a neighbor and friend and they have a little Jack Russell dog that befriended me; he barked one night about a year ago [so I have some protection] and the day after when I walked around my abode my tall fruit ladder was gone.  Let me cut this short; the police came and the ladder “walked back all by himself and parked in the same spot behind my dwelling virtually right outside my bedroom window, where I have now chained and padlocked him and the police have circulated the town about the “Old Oom” is happy for the return of his prodigal ladder.  That’s how things are done in rural South Africa because that is all the Police are allowed to do in our land where we have the most modern and most beautiful Constitution and Bill of Rights for We the People; don’t take my word for that; just ask your American Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg; she called it that.

 A few nights ago a bundle of fire barbeque wood walked of my place from just in front of my front door in my barbeque area.

 Three years ago the drought hit us followed by three very bad winters with black frost and severe damage to my fruit trees, but I managed to keep two orange trees and one fig alive, and our entire olive tree hedge that can survive anything.  My now deceased neighbor and I had planned it together so we had half of the olive trees on his side and half on my side with a sprinkler system fed by my pump on his borehole on his electricity.  We harvest buckets full of black olives and I can a lot myself.

 Anyway, between drought and black frost by the start of winter this year I only had one orange tree in fruit this year; by early June 2016 it had exactly 12 beautiful oranges nice yellow but not ripe yet.

 One morning a short while later a friend knocked on my door one morning and asked whether I had picked my oranges because he had always noticed them as he walked by and he noticed that morning that there were none.  I walked to the tree with him and he was right.

 Now JP, a navel orange blooms in late September and is covered in blooms during the whole of October; the blooms are down and the tiny little dark green fruits are there by early November; they grow from light yellow in April and May to bright yellow round and a sight to behold by end May but that fruit is ripe for picking and eating by about the 29th of June spot on every year, sweet delicious, healthy and wholesome from a tree for which an old man had made the hole in the ground, planted the tree and nursed it through more than five seasons of summers and winters and he was hurt that Monday morning.

 Late afternoon Sunday the previous day a group of small beggar children aged between say, 8 and 9 years old had knocked at my door asking whether they could have some oranges and I had told them that I always in good years share my fruit with the hostel children but that the fruit was not ripe yet this time when one interrupted me with “but they are ripe,..” but the annoyance was turning into bile in my throat when he dared to inform me that that had been to the tree and the fruit is ripe, and “they would like some “ because they were hungry.

 JP, I had kept my temper under control that Sunday but told them with a voice that I controlled as well as I could that they can come back at the end of the month and I would give them some,  Then I shoved them off and closed the door.

 That Monday morning I took my pick axe handle from my storage and called the police.  They arrived on the dot; our police are well trained, good decent civil folks trying daily and putting their own lives at risk every day but “their hands are tied behind their backs” by a Law of Freedom and the Right of these Vagrant Children to Life and Happiness, and seemingly to come and take my oranges during the night.

 Anyway, I have now been carried away by my frustrations of the moment, that Monday I told the policeman that they had better put the word out that if that happens again they would have to bring the man from the morgue in to fetch the corpses of three vagrant children with their heads and brains smashed into pulp by a prodigal pick axe handle, and I showed them that item.

 JP, forgive the outburst but I must finish this [will consider revising or deleting it before publishing] but I must explain it before I can deal with the Walls around us.

 Every one or most in any event of these youthful innocent “chillun o de Lor” of course has a mother.  That is determined as such by the Laws of Nature.  The mother is invariably the child of a drunken father, who has been unemployed for most of his life, and she delivers her first child when she is barely 15; by 16 or 17 she has the second one.  They are all hungry all the time because most of them don’t know the father and in many cases the mother cannot tell you who the father was.  Let me stop the tirade now.

 I realize now that there is a wall between us; it is an invisible wall but it is high and impenetrable steel.  We have to erect it to survive.

 Ingenious Mankind figured out how to make clocks, watches and other timepieces to tell us the days and dates and days and time accurate to mill fractions of one second.  In many older towns the time clocks sit in towers above the City Hall; in many countries there will be huge monuments of Time to their Nations, as Big Ben over the River Thames in London OK is a good example.

 These are however, just mechanical showpieces of the Greatness of Mankind and often merely a showcase of our achievements.

 Real time has a Master Clock that is called the Time Clock of the Earth and those that occupy its surface.  Some [and I place myself in that category] call it the clock or the timepiece of Nature; many others [in which I once again place myself] will call it Clock of Creation.  It has a pendulum that ticks along and measure the only Time that really matters.  It is not in the least relevant to me how old the Globe is or how it came to be or whether or how it will continue.  This Clock tells me that Time is infinite.  Mankind cannot measure how old the Globe is; modern man can hardly record anything with meaning more than 500 years ago.  All we know about that is that the World was different World to the one we know today.  Some nations, like Egypt and Israel have located some old artifacts from which they can trace their origins back to 2000 ago, but that is all.

 What does it matter anyway?  All that we seem to be able to agree on is that the past is finite, simply because there has to be a beginning.

 While we argue on is that the Great Pendulum swings back and forth into all eternity, as far as we can guess what eternity is.  It is all conjecture; the answer is simply that we don’t know and don’t need to know that.  It is merely an illusion that we have to know more.

 In the meantime I want a Huge Wall between me and the rest of what is called Democracy in South Africa.  In fact, I am beginning to think that the word Democracy is an illusion in the first place.  Freedom?  What is Freedom when somebody can walk into my small piece of dirt and pick my oranges?  How do you define that Freedom and his Right to live if I get a dog [at this stage I want to get two Rottweiler dogs and two pit bulls and train them to rip to shreds and kill any vagrant entering one inch of my property] but I am not allowed to let one dog touch the little piece of shit when he sneaks in to steal my oranges.

 I am suppose to take his little hand and escort him to my gate, give him my oranges and some meat and cake and kiss his little ass.  If he so much as scratches his little hand at the fence the police must come and shoot my dogs and lock me up for assault.

 Is this what Freedom has brought us?  Is this Democracy?

 No JP, I am getting out of it and build my walls.  No man is an Island, they say, to which I say “then you will find a heck of a lot of small Islands in my area as we say: and Up You to Freedom and Democracy.”

 To be continued in Part 2.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

History Part 3 on Parallels and Analysis

August 8, 2015

An event or more than one event can in the course of time be viewed as history; it has happened that a link or parallels in a series of events can in time be seen as history in formation but one event that takes place today can in no way for sure be said to have made history on the day the event occurs.

 

Many interpretations of history are sometimes used to support the cliché that “history repeats itself” but no one has yet provided any detail of which event of today will repeat itself and where. We live in a too fast and an ever faster changing world to predict the future on current events.

 

Having said in History Part 2 that any interpretation of history depends on who wrote the book and/or who reads it as well as when it was written and when it is read one only has to look at the huge wars with words between races, cultures, religions on [just one example] the death penalty. It seems half of the World wants it abolished entirely and the other half wants to make it mandatory for serious offences.

 

Presumably all participants in this war have access to the same sources of past history.

 

Allow me some mischief, please.

 

The death penalty is a very old matter; let us have a look at more recent times and use the Internet as an example. Man had by 1990 [a bare 25 years ago] established the basics for the Internet and we had email.

 

Came the explosion of technology and within the same generation it started half of the World wants to curb the excesses of the new miracle but the other half is shouting for freedom of speech, the press and liberty for all. Who is right and who is wrong?

 

The greatest anomaly of modern time is money. The rich have no money at all; what they possess is a link to the Internet; the poor are the only ones still using money because they can’t afford bank charges. In the meantime articles by the dozen are published daily on Tsunami floods of fraud, hot-money laundering and Forex trillions in mille-seconds going around but nothing for the poor.

 

Where is the history of the Internet taking us? Where is the precedent to guide us?

 

The predictions of the author of 1984 came and left without much ado; perhaps we will end up with his Animal Farm 2020. They are the only creatures that make sense with their innate ability to adapt one day at a time. Strong, sturdy, meek, graceful, whether small and tiny, great or large, patiently using only what they need. Yes, they will survive, to protect Mankind in his madness to destroy his own species.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

 

Farewell to Life

August 2, 2015

Saturday, August 01, 2015

 

Don’t worry my friends and some of the family. I will be OK but at some stage soon before many more 1st of August’s life will cease.

 

In fact, you can hardly call it life the way we used to define it. I shall survive because I am taking precautions to keep my brain alive; the farming community around my area of abode will plant and harvest; ants, flies, little worms and cockroaches will roam and do what they do to maintain the soil and keep it clean. The brain dead will ambulate for a while and drop away; more work for the ants, flies, worms and roaches to convert to material for the soil.

 

I have seen this coming since 1990. The end of Life is nigh; hi-tech will hasten it and I expect the finale any day or week; maybe it will take a few months but surely then it will be done.

 

It’s a freezing 3 F degrees out here this morning at 04:17 AM; an unusual cold climate change that came much too soon after the global cooling of last year. I suspect that to be a large part of the cause of the massive brain death rate syndrome that is spreading like a tsunami over the land.

 

Our electric power is still on when it happens to be on; good men in the coal mines and oil industry are keeping it up [no place for women or pansies in that task; it needs men with brawn and brains]; our fixed landline phones are still on most of the time [again it’s men with strong arms and legs climbing up these strong four or five meters high posts to connect the copper wire. We have some problems with the major [well, we only have one] landline supplier that also wants part of the wireless cellular cake but fortunately for us keep on screwing it up so it is not getting anywhere.

 

The high-tech wireless industry is on the verge of collapse. Let by a group we call Nebo Voda Non-Com.

 

Just look at this and tell me whether I am completely nuts. My account is paid to date. They confirm it. I have just got my new data allocation for the month, a little over 4 hours ago; they confirm that. Why do I get this?

 

http://static.vodacom.co.za/personal/main/weboutoffunds

 

I checked it again at 2015/08/01 05:10 AM. There you see it; the computer tells me so. But there is an entire Web page saying the opposite:

 

You have run out of data and airtime

To continue browsing the Internet, simply recharge with airtime. Save on data charges, and click here to buy a data bundle www.vodacom.mobi.

You can also transfer a data bundle from any other Vodacom cellphone directly to your data SIM card, no hassle.
STEP 1: Dial *111#, FREE from your Vodacom cellphone.
STEP 2: Select Bundle Transfer and choose the bundle you want to send to your data SIM card.
STEP 3: Start browsing again!

Got a cellphone or a tablet?

You can load your airtime by removing your data SIM card from your device and inserting it into a cellphone. Then recharge like you would with any cellphone.

Once you have airtime, you can purchase a data bundle in one of the following ways:

On your Vodacom cellphone:
Dial *111# and select “bundle purchases”.
Or
Send an SMS to 100 (FREE) with the bundle size you need
E.g.: “MyMeg 500” to 100

On the web:
Visit vodacom.co.za, sign in to your My Vodacom account and click on ‘Buy bundles’
Or
Visit the Vodacom Online Shop at vodacom.co.za/shop and buy data with your bank card.

Got a Vodacom 3G modem or router?

Use our Vodafone Mobile Broadband (VMB) Connection Manager to convert airtime into data:

Go to ‘Buy once-off data bundle’ on the ‘My Account’ drop-down list to select a data bundle

Or

Send a FREE SMS from your VMB Connection Manager with the data bundle size you want to 100.

For example: If you want to buy a MyMeg 250 data bundle, SMSMyMeg 250 or for a 1GB, SMSMyGig 1 to 100

For assistance, please call Vodacom Customer Care on 082 111, FREE from your Vodacom cellphone.

 

Farewell to Life my friends. It looks sure that by end of day the entire work force in high-tech will be down with BDS [dead brains].

 

As I said I have seen it coming since 1990. The invisible machine has taken over; the machine is running man. We may as well close schools and cease education; shucks that’s probably where the new generations fall victim to the BDS.

 

Farewell to Life as we once knew it, my Friends. I am going to plant some cabbages, some tomatoes and early spring peas today.

 

Progress Report 8/1/2015 6:37:37 AM, time as by my computer:

 

I tried their emergency number again and found one that can talk and decided on a different approach. First I insulted his Company then asked him how long he has been with them. “Three years,” he said. Then I asked him whether he knows that the entire Company is fucked up. You won’t believe it he laughed and said, “Yes Sir.” So what could I do? I thanked him for his honesty and he then admitted that there is a big problem right now; could not even guess when it will be solved but honest enough to tell me so. We parted in good spirits; at least one of them has a live brain.

 

Update: 8/2/2015 3:26 AM. It was still off at just after one AM and I checked when I woke up a few miutes ago. It was on.

 

PS: The blank spaces in the No-Com Voda Nebo-Com are from their site. I dunno how to remove blanks spaces.

 

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

 

From Hope and Audacity to the Absurd

July 29, 2015

I have been waiting for this for some time and now the time has come.

You know, America is on the verge. Here is an article that I inserted in a recent Post:

http://thefederalist.com/2015/07/20/europe-is-partying-like-its-1939/

Read it. Then you sit down calmly and insert America in the place of Europe in the link.

Then you put the last two paragraphs in here. OK, OK I shall do it for you.

Human nature hasn’t changed one iota. Thugs like Vladimir Putin and Islamofascists like ISIS understand the bloody mathematics of power in the way the espresso-sippers refuse to. Ukraine will fall. The Baltics will fall. Turkey will fall. The Balkans will fall. Europe will fall.

This is the fiesta before the storm, and America is busy partying like it’s 1939. These are the New Wilderness Years, except this time the bad guys are going to win.”

There you are. I put them in for you; please note that I have deleted Europe and inserted America in its place.

Now ignore the first one that I inserted. I have put it in italics for you; it’s nonsense, not going to happen that way.

Now you give the incumbent Kenindonesian his third term. More than half of American voters are crazy enough to do it; go ahead and let them have it.

Now you send some American emissaries with some brains left to see Putin in Russia and President Xi Jinping in China. Put your hands out to them and make friends; don’t mess this up. They are not your enemies.

While your emissaries are there let them close down your military bases in Vietnam and Korea, and move your NATO forces out as well; send them home. You will need them there; your new and real friends in Russia and China will keep Iran at bay; don’t fret; Turkey will work with them. Just leave it all to Russia and China; it is their domain and they will do the right thing.

When you have done that, get home to American soil as fast as you can; you have big trouble there and you have little time left if you want to contain it.

In the final instance, cease your sanctions against Russia. You are going to have to pay a heavy price for that stupidity. Just stop the nonsense before it takes you down.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

 

History Part 2

July 27, 2015

My first Post in this series simply called HISTORY was always going to be Part One but I thought about it and dropped the Part One words from the Headline because I wasn’t sure when I was going to do the next one and how many there will be.

This is it now and I can say that I expect the series to go up to Part 6 or thereabouts.

This one is also like the first One different from what will follow in the Parts to come and I want to establish certain principles of history that is quite obviously unknown or not generally understood. Maybe they are only my opinions but I shall leave every reader deciding on his/her own conclusions.

The first point is that though it should not be so any opinion of recorded history largely depends on who wrote the book and/or who reads it. AND [kindly note the capitals] unfortunately it also depends on when it was written and when it is read.

In my own reading career I once read Memoirs of General Grivas on the Cyprus wars between Greeks and Turks. I couldn’t make up my mind who to support. When I read the book again 20 years later I still could not take sides between Grivas and Makarios and be honest with myself.

In the early sixties I read Glimpses of World History by Jawaharlal Nehru and was impressed. Thirty years later I was even more impressed by the great Man when I read the book again. I put him above Gandhi on the World scales of measurement of greatness. The strange anomaly in our country is that many people remember Gandhi [some despise him and some adore him; personally I don’t see him as any great figure in History] but very few ever read anything on Nehru.

My third and last example on the point should suffice.

Having been an adult life long supporter of a multi racial but united South Africa [classified as an extreme Liberal which I was not, though I was a Paton admirer and Fan] I could hardly wait to buy my personal copy of Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela.

I tried to read the book; put it aside several times and tried again and again but something didn’t gel; it became obvious that it was not Mandela’s own writing though it was enthusiastically promoted as the words of the “Great Icon.” I put the book aside for a number of years and re-read it after his attack on America with the warning about Gadaffi that “your enemies are not our enemies,” and after he had informed his successor, a wimp of a man called Thabo Mbeki, to give the prisoners the vote in M’Beki’s election to the Presidency in 1999. That time I managed to get through it with a feeling of despair for our country growing in my mind. The book was nothing more than a personal song of praise to an enormous ego in a large vacuum of utter emptiness.

I have learned to read all history as the opinion of one person. This is therefore, the way you can and should, read this. It is an opinion and I would like to hear from you before I go onto a very important Part Three about parallels and repetition of history.

You may read this Post in the meantime:

http://thefederalist.com/2015/07/20/europe-is-partying-like-its-1939/

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

 

Aristotle Socrates Onassis of Greece

July 10, 2015

Can anyone be more Greek than the names in the Headline?

If you have not read Greek Philosophy in the past read this now that Greece is in the news every day.

The great man once [it was close on fifty years ago] took delivery of three new oil tankers in one transaction with a consortium of banks and an ignoramus of a Western News rag asked him about the cost.

“And why three tankers at the same time,” he asked Onassis, adding “that must have cost you quite a penny.”

“Young man,” said Onassis, “let me explain to you how money works at the banks.”

“The banks, Sir, Mister Onassis,” the young reporter asked.

“Yes, young man,” said Onassis,” I don’t own the new vessels yet. The banks advanced me the money to buy them and I must now make sure that they earn the money for me to pay the banks.”

“But what happens if you can’t pay the money?”

“Let me explain, young man,” said Onassis, “when I asked the bank for 100 million [that was the cost of one tanker at the time] they offered me 300 million so I can buy three tankers. I accepted their offer; the attorneys completed the forms and the banks and I signed, and you have now seen my three new tankers.”

“But Sir, Mister Onassis, what happens if you can’t pay the money back?”

“Young man,” said Onassis, “I can now see why you are only a small reporter for a small Ragazine. Allow me asking you a question?”

That pleased the young reporter. “Sure Sir, fire ahead.”

“OK,” the wise old guy said, “tell me what will happen if you owe the bank 1 000 and you can’t repay it?”

“I shall be in trouble, Sir.”

And if you owe the bank 3 000 and can’t pay?”

“I shall be in big trouble, Sir, Mister Onassis. But I don’t understand your line of questioning. I can’t even buy a small boat with a mini engine for 1 000.”

”Son,’ Onassis said, “that I can understand but you have to understand banks and big money. What do you think will happen if I bought only one tanker for 100 million and can’t pay?”

“I guess you will be in trouble, beg your pardon for saying so, Sir.”

“No, young man, that’s not how banks work. I shall explain it to you in short. If I owed them 100 million for one tanker and can’t pay they will be in trouble. With 300 million on three tankers if I can’t pay they will be in big trouble. That’s also the reason I borrow the money from a consortium of foreign banks for the safety of Greece. They are literally willing to throw us as much money as we ask for.

This comes to you with compliments and acknowledgement for the story to Readers Digest.

In the EU at this time Frau Merkel is in big trouble.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

 

The Education level of the Internet

July 5, 2015

Try changing the font display size in Google Chrome; double dare you. You will find the answer to the Headline question; have your pick:

Zero

Zilch

Nil

Nothing

Minus sub Zero

Destroying all brain functions

Etc. Repeat one million times.

Then you wonder why kids just out of high school don’t know how far China is from Russia? Ask any number in your town and photograph the blank stares in the eyes nine out of ten times, if not all ten. But they will all walk around with tablets and laptops or smart phones.

Then add two and two together and let your mind roam about the fact that they all have the vote! What is this World coming to?

 Ike Jakson

Saka Americoon in Americus GA USA

ikejakson@gmail.com