Posts Tagged ‘Internet’

The Natural Laws of Average and Majorities chapter One

May 21, 2017

The reader will soon see why this post is called chapter One.

 Try it:

 If you Google “The Average Law” you will find:

Law of averages – Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_averages

The law of averages (which is not considered a valid mathematical rule or principle) is the belief that a particular outcome or event is inevitable or certain simply …

 If you Google “The Law of Averages” you will find:

 https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/law%20of%20averages

 Definition of law of averages

  1. : the commonsense observation that probability influences everyday life so that over the long term the possible outcomes of a repeated event occur with specific frequencies.”

 That is about all that is worth anything on Google on the matters of the Average Law or the Law of Average whichever you may choose to call it.  Do Google now and see what you come up with.

 It was my good fortune to meet an old guy of my age in recent years with an interest in the Philosophy of History; we soon discovered points of agreement and other points of mutual interest in observation and interpretation of current and past events.  A bond developed out of that and the points on which we differed; that in turn lead to discussions on where we are in the World today and where we are going; where the World is going.

 When we got to the basics we found that we were talking about what we have since decided to call “The Natural Laws of Average and Majorities” and that is what will form a book on the most astounding revelations of all the known sciences, peoples, countries, attitudes and humanity as compared with Nature.

 He had spent a lifetime in research much like mine but he retained his faith in the survival of the species when he returned to rural life whereas I have more or less given up and recently decided to get “back to the City” as described in my two recent Posts One and Two right here.

 We discussed that the other day and in some way or another [we had been talking of Natural Majorities] he said to me:

 “You know what?”

 I said “no, please tell me.’

 “If you want any clear idea simple, straight and most common proof of the value of current day communication it is in the fact that the vast majority of the public, or of humanity, that can read want to write and see their names in print.  That is why they are all on the Internet,” he said.

 “And those that cannot read or write?” I asked.

 “They don’t count,” he replied.

 I was amazed.

 “Which of the two groups is in the majority?” I asked.

 To my amazement he replied: “Nobody knows the answer to that.”

 Read Chapter Two when you see it.  We hope to publish it real soon.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

Of Time and a World view by a good American

March 24, 2017

From a Facebook Post by my ole email, Jim in Iowa.

 Verbatim, no editing.

 “Last month, a world-wide telephone survey was conducted by the U.N.

The only question asked was: “Would you please give your honest opinion about possible solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?”

The survey was a complete failure because:

In Eastern Europe they didn’t know what “honest” meant.

In Western Europe they didn’t know what “shortage” meant.

In Africa they didn’t know what “food” meant.

In China they didn’t know what “opinion” meant.

In the Middle East they didn’t know what “solution” meant.

In South America and Russia they didn’t know what “please” meant.

In the USA they didn’t know what “the rest of the world” meant.

And in Australia, New Zealand, Canada and Britain everyone hung up as soon as they heard the Indian accent.”

 Do allow me just a small point on Africa, ole Friend, seing you admit the truth about America.  We have more than 50 countries in Africa, with a combined population of over 1.2 billion.  They don’t agree on anything.

 We get on well with Russia [you lost out on that one]; we buy Chinese pick-up trucks at half the price of a Ford and the Korean Kia has just about taken over the luxury SUV class.  A Kia owner wouldn’t take a second look at a Jeep Cherokee.  You lost out badly on that one.

 Thanks however, you made my day.

 Ike Jakson

Aka Americoon in Americus GA

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

Only Thirty more Days and Nights

December 21, 2016

Morning of this day Wednesday, 21 December 2016 has already broken over some parts in the Western Hemisphere and count down has started.  In just a few hours from this moment the entire Globe will be counting.

 After 8 long years we will count the last 30 days and thirty nights of the Bama and his pathetic family in the White House in Washington USA.

 The freak of a Man he is he has always wanted immortality but that even escaped his Role Model and the Icon of his dreams one named Nelson Mandela, whom every idiot in the World 20 years ago thought would make it but did not and vanished into obscurity in a mere three years.

 Bama and your ilk, in the name of God, GO!  The World with only a few exceptions bids you Farewell.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

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.

Of Time and Illusions in Great Tales of Time Part Two and of the Inconvenient Truth for England

November 6, 2016

Today in History, I bring you a somewhat different view of the Inconvenient Truth as oppose the common illusions of Time gone by.

 This day in 1605, November 5th were it not for one Englishman warning his brother who was a Lord not to go into Parliament that day and him, the Lord one, putting the warning out Guy Fawkes would have blown the Mother of Parliaments into smithereens and with it probably could have saved the World from Freedom and Democracy.

 When they became a Democracy is of course, a matter of conjecture and many Tall Tales of Illusions; only someone disavowed of all common sense would have called it a Democracy in India and their Ceylon, the latter occupied by that name they had given to Sri Lanka to which “The Great Mother of All Democracy” had banned and delivered by ship all the able bodied men who had resisted them in the Independent Republics of Transvaal and Free State that they had invaded for our gold, leaving a scorched earth and the lonely wives with children behind to die while their Husbands and Fathers suffered their fate in a distant land.

 What a pity Guy Fawkes failed?  He could even have saved the English from themselves and left a free Scotland and Ireland, the latter whom would not have sunk into the immoral mess the UK is today.

 But the mess as is evident in the collapse of their NHS may just run its full course and rid The World of the fallout that must follow on the demise of the Illusions of Freedom and Democracy.

 Good Lord, why did America want to save them from Hitler?

 In closure, my email address below still exists but I have been barred from accessing it myself, by the graciousness of a Party [or Parties] who are no fond of the common Truth.  I have checked in so far as any human being can do and Google through time and endless efforts clearly states that I exist but they can’t recognize me.  Anyone emailing me, do remind Google of my plight if you can locate a human brain hidden somewhere amongst the machines.  In the meantime WordPress still recognizes me and you will reach me with any comments in this Post, or in my Facebook.

 Ike Jakson

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

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

 

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

 

Google got their cookies and brain noodles scrambled

June 22, 2015

Messrs. Google & Co

 You got your brain cookies scrambled and your hi-tech noodles in a mess.

 This is the message I get when I try to log into Gmail:

 “Oops! Your browser seems to have cookies disabled. Make sure cookies are enabled or try opening a new browser window. [?]”

I didn’t change my Password and told you so. I didn’t ask for a verification code.  The one you sent me is not asked for anywhere anyway.

I am still on Windows XP and I am not in the least interested in your wars with Windows.

I don’t need a new Browser. Everything that I need to do gets done by my old Windows Internet Explorer Browser and if any new classy lot tries to get me into a new Browser I just wipe their name off my contact list.

I need a new browser like I need a hole in the head.

Get your cookies unscrambled; you are not yet ruling the World. And get my email address working, unless you want me and thousands of others to go somewhere else for email.

PS: Anyone ever tried to email Google?

 ikejakson@gmail.com