Really...this isn't even a joke. I am out of here. I can not for one more day tolerate these fucking self loathing whites on their pity parade. Fuck sakes get me out of here !
Never have I met such a bunch of fucking pathetic self fulfilling prophecy bunch of fucking born to be losers than white South Africans. What a bunch of fucking assholes you all are. Fuck off and good riddance.
August I'm moving to China. I hope you all grow the fuck up in the interim. Because right now you're a pathetic sack of fucking bullshit losers with sweet fuck all to offer the world. Fuck off.
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Finally. FIne work.
Finally. FIne work. See you there.
Yes, Rooster, shift the blame! Ha ha!
China's good. Europe's stuffed, Australia's full of Ozzies, New Zealand's a bore, America's still in recession, so yeah, China, that's where it's happening. It's not as if you would ever, on your deathbed, say, "Hell, I wish I'd spent more time in PE." You can only visit the dolphinarium so many times.
I'm calm now. I did really just have enough yesterday. Been planning to leave for months already anyway so it's not a blow hard spontaneous whim.
Well don't blame all the ills of SA on the Dutchies. You may just miss the Boers in Shanghai. Lol.
Can't say I'll miss you but good luck...You'll be OK as long as you remember the four stages you have already read in my "Culture Shock" post - Carpe Diem! :)
Oh. My. God. Squeal! Whinge! I'm leaving and it's because of you rightwingers! Give me a fucking break, you bullshitter extraordinaire. Yes, it IS childish playground logic, Rooster, and of pre-school variety at that. Admit it. You've finally awakened to the kaffirfuxated state of our country and your blood has run cold. Btw...china seems like the perfect place for you and I always knew you'd do a runner under the guise of some noble cause. This though is even worse. Good riddance, now bugger off.
It is with immeasurable sadness that I must advise you, Constant Reader, that I, too, will most likely be quitting this blog soon, although I will not be leaving South Africa. Reason being that I am writing a novel that I will be promoting and publishing on the internet. First two chapters will be free; pay $10 to read the rest, copyright reserved. This will be taking up most of my time; the time left over will be dedicated to my financial advisory business.
"I can not for one more day tolerate these fucking self loathing whites on their pity parade."
Says the white boy who bleats about other white boys before having a tantrum and slamming the door behind him.
So why China anyways? Why not some African utopia? A little nervous about practicing what you preach?
C'mon Rooster, go live in Lagos and keep us posted.
It's obvious why you're leaving SA. The can see the writing on the wall and you're getting out, whining whites are a convenient excuse.
It finally all comes crashing down for our feathered friend.
Everything he's preached and been led to believe would be the glorious outcome for this country has been shattered and reality has finally set in. However, instead of admitting that he's been way off the mark in his estimation of the outcome of the cruel experiment known as zot rule, he stubbornly chooses instead to stick by his guns and blame whites for the clusterfuck that is 2011 South Africa (should've called his blog blame-all-whitey).
Rooster, the fact that you're actually taking this route shows that you're not the full picnic upstairs, mate. In fact, I'd say it goes to show that your lineage has probably had a good ol' touch of the tarbrush in the not-too-distant past; same mentality.
It's all too obvious: finally forsees bad things in our future the way things are headed. Cannot admit wrong. Makes plans to leave. Blames whites now so that later, when the inevitable happens, he'll have a convenient scapegoat at hand whereby he can point a finger from across the ocean and still claim how right he's always been. Hey, it's the Rooster way! Because, c'mon, folks...if this country is going to fail it's going to be a WHITE THANG, right!?
Never too late to come clean you ornithological enigma, you! There's hope yet.
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