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Anti E-Toll protest ride

Good day!

This is a quick last minute blog to highlight the planned protest, scheduled for tomorrow morning, 20th July 2013, departing GreenStone at 9:00am. Not only will there be MANY bikers on the road, cars are more than welcome too. So join us for a slow breakfast run! 

Hope to see you ALL there...time to put your words into action.

@AfriTrack vs @PIGSpotter

I am a racist, by: TheFridaFactor

A South African artist called Brett Murray has been causing a huge stir since his painting of South Africa’s president titled The Spear was put up in  a local gallery. The ANC have worked themselves up into a total frothy about the painting and their biggest issue with it - It’s racist. ???????

Disrespectful, maybe. Rude, maybe. But racist??? 

That little word that has become the political whip with which the ANC work the masses up into angry mobs and riots anytime something happens that they don’t like. And it’s becoming really really tiring. 

In South Africa, the word racist has lost it’s original meaning and now only get’s used to describe a white person doing something a black person doesn’t like. You never hear it used in any other context. You can’t say to a black CEO that he is racist because he won’t hire white people, no - he’s just making sure that only blacks get hired because of BEE. You can’t call a university racist because they won’t accept an application from a white student with straight A’s for 8 subjects - instead taking on a black student who barely passed matric. Nope, they’re not racist, they’re just correcting the wrongs of the past. But god forbid you do hire the white person or you do admit the white student, you’ll be branded racist by the government quicker that you can say “colour shouldn’t be the issue here” because how dare you choose a white person over a black person in a democratic South Africa.

Most of the time when you are a white person and you call your fellow countrymen to be held accountable for their unacceptable words and actions such as corruption, nepotism, fraud, theft, you’ll be branded a racist. 
 
Today, I shouted at a taxi driver who pushed in-front of me nearly driving me into the curb with no regard for the fact that I have a child in the car - I must be a racist, because only racists care about road safety it would seem.

I complained to the manager of my bank because the woman handling my account is so incompetent and hasn’t responded to one email or message I’ve left her for over 2 months!  Nevermind that my account is about to be shut down because of FICA. I must be a racist then because only racists expect service from a bank and stupidly think an organisation is going to actually do the job they promise to do in all their marketing material. 

The other day my husband confronted a woman outside a shopping centre after she carelessly threw her fast food packet on the floor less than 10cm from a dustbin. Her response - "you’re just a racist". Yes, you’re absolutely right, because only racists care about keeping their city clean and litter free. 

I fired a lady who worked for me once because I caught her rummaging through one of my cupboards and she had taken my passport and other belongings which I found in her bag. Her only response - "you’re a racist". Yes, yes I am. Because only racists think that stealing is a criminal offense and is done by people with no morals or conscience.
 
I swear being a white person in this country can be very bloody exasperating at times. The ANC has brainwashed the masses with this little word - racist - to the point that it’s actually completely lost its meaning and now get’s used totally out of context. Most days I just let it pass and I don’t go into effect of it. But today is not one of those days. Today I’m angry and today I’m sick and tired of it. 

I’m not shouting at you because you’re black, I’m shouting because you’re a maniac on the roads who is a danger to society.

I’m not complaining to your manager because you’re black. I’m complaining because you’re an incompetent moron who is incapable of doing her job properly.

I’m not firing you because you’re black. I’m firing you because you’re a thief.

I’m not confronting you because your black, I’m shouting at you because you’re a messy pig who expects other people to clean up your mess. 

Please get over yourselves and move out the way of the remarkably amazing black people who DO take total responsibility and who actually want this country to work for ALL the people who live in it.
  
If being a racist in this country means that I will stand up for my rights, fight for what is fair and true and hold everyone around me accountable for their words and actions, then I am a racist through and through. If being a racist means that I believe in freedom of speech and expression and that everyone’s point of view is relevant, no matter what colour, age or sex, then I will proudly announce to all who can hear that I am a racist. If being a racist means that I believe we should all be treated with the same rules and consequences and that no-one, especially not the President, is above the law and exempt from criminal prosecution when that law has been broken, then print me a t-shirt saying “I am a racist” and I will wear it in the streets. If being a racist means that I will not stand idly by while the few, corrupt pigs in the ANC rape this country for everything they can get with no regard for the poor and the homeless and the uneducated, then I’ll get I’m a racist tattooed on my back. 

Mr Zuma and the ANC - you need to get a different vocabulary. Instead of shouting at someone like Brett Murray about a painting being offensive, maybe you should be asking yourselves why he painted it in the first place. Instead of wanting to take Zapiro to court every time he depicts the president & his shower head in one of his cartoons, why don’t you stop to realise that there is truth in everything he draws and that your angry responses are really due to the fact that he keeps hitting a nerve that’s a little too close to home. 

Maybe, Mr Zuma, it’s time to take a long, hard look in the mirror. If you were honest with yourself  you’d see that people actually have very little respect for you because some believe you have lied and cheated your way through your Presidency. According to reports you have been involved with more seedy, corrupt criminals than Horatio Cane and that you have abused funds for personal gain. Even the great Oliver Tambo’s daughter doesn’t think much of you based on what she had to say about the painiting: “He should inspire the reverence he craves. This portrait is what he inspired”

You Mr Zuma and your ANC are a bunch of CANTS!

CAN’T let go of the past
CAN’T stop operating from a place of revenge and hate for what’s happened in the past
CAN’T stop the out of control corruption that is rife throughout every government department
CAN’T seem to get the education right in this country
CAN’T say goodbye of Affirmative Action and BEE which is ruining businesses across this land

But what do I know?

I’m just a white girl talking about a black man.

I must be a racist.


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The controversial painting of President Jacob Zuma, who had a rape trial, married lots of women, fathered a few kids, divided his party and split the people along political battle lines. So ask yourself, is the painting far off?

 As a legendary newspaper cartoonist, Zapiro, who I truly respect, depicted in his follow up cartoon....

We need to see a change in this country, and it needs to happen very soon.

Kind regards

Cliff 

aka PigSpotter

P.s..... I'd just like to take this moment to thank all my followers on Twitter (@PigSpotter) and Facebook (Pig Spotter) and on Instagram (@pigspotter) for all their assistance, support and appreciation. Thank you.

One year of @PigSpotter

If you had told me a year ago, I’d be where I am today, know who I know and have the following I have, I would never have believed you. So this blog is dedicated to all the followers, all the regulars who supply the updates, comedy relief and inspirational/motivational messages.

In the midst of my “discovery” in September, My lawyer, now friend, Mr Karl Schuler stood by my side, reassuring me that there was nothing that the cops could charge me with. There were 2 incidents which made the whole experience earth shattering in the early days.

The first experience was straight after puppet Wayne Minaar said on TV they would criminally charge me with Defamation of character and defeating the ends of justice. I was standing in the office with my father, when suddenly we heard cop sirens down the road, loud and clear, drawing  closer. Before the sirens go to our office they were switched off. I relaxed slightly. Suddenly the intercom outside rang. Heart failure. Was some dude trying to sell a broom. Never in my life had I ever expected to be so relieved to hear someone at the gate trying to sell a broom.

The second experience came when Karl gave me a call and told me to sleep at a hotel because the police could know my exact address and would try to arrest me. So I took my girlfriend at the time and our beautiful baby girl to a hotel in Edenvale. As serious as the situation actually was, it felt seriously rockstar! J  Consequently since those days, we submitted representation, and a YEAR later the docket has been travelling back and forth between Sophia Town Police Station and the DPA. Apparently STILL looking for SOMETHING to charge me with. So if it is taking “top” investigators so long to find something criminal in my actions, how could I have any idea that what I’m doing is supposedly wrong? Maybe just the fact I’m affecting their usual monthly extra income from bribery and corruption is upsetting them. Or perhaps the uncovering of their actions in victimising the general public after hours could have something to do with it. Or just maybe, they don’t like being called an internationally used term for their line of work.

Last night was the @PigSpotter 1 year birthday, celebrated with @DJFreshSA and @_CHIXwithSTIX_  www.chixwithstix.co.za , who were sponsored by @XL_Security. Other sponsors who came to the party were Cleo, RedKen, Nu Metro, to name a few.

So it started off pretty well, Doors open at 9pm, club was packed by 10pm, queue was still out the door,  as friends started arriving, I was running around trying to keep everyone happy. Finally time came when the gorgeous Chix with Stix girls had to go up and play on stage, something I had been anticipating for 5 days, because I was going to be lucky enough to play a song with them. Took me an hour and a half to learn a 2 minute song! Lol! Overall, up there on stage, it is a little nerve-wracking, but luckily I didn’t mess it up. Had the time of my life! J Next up, came the legendary DJ Fresh, with the sexiest twin dancers organised by Lisa Woollacott of Lisa Jane productions. By 2am the club was still packed. Truly an awesome experience, something I would never have imagined a year ago.

Thank you to all those who came through, to all those who sponsored and all those who organised the event. I appreciate the support and will strive to continue doing my best to make a change.

PIG corruption at it's worst

The events of the 18^th turned out more interesting than anticipated

I decided to have an early night, hit the hay at 10pm on the 17^th. I was awoken by a phone call at 2pm, where a friend proceeded to inform me that a very close friend of hers had just had a run in with Metro police and was battling to get info out of her as she was so shaken up. I tweeted a warning to my followers straight after that to hopefully ensure another lady does not get sexually assaulted by the same bunch. I reported it to 2 BBM groups containing police, only one responded, and told me to call the anti corruption hotline as the reservists were all on strike due to being abused by the SAPS. After about 5 attempts, I had no joy with the “Hotline”, and proceeded to throw some clothes on and drive 40km’s to where the alleged roadblock was.

Upon arrival, I saw nothing, no cops within 2 km’s of cnr Main and Sloane in Bryanston. Drove up to Witkoppen road, saw a couple SAPS vehicles, one who followed a guy out of a parking at the corner of Main and Witkoppen, and proceed to pull him over without any blue lights. I found this particularly strange, so I took a photo within plain view of the officers, made a u turn further down the road and then got pulled over by the SAPS guys. I did this intentionally, wanted to see if they were going to give me hell, I recorded the conversation. I put the phone in my top pocket, as I approached the vehicle I read out the number plate and vehicle call sign. The cop was suddenly quite aggressive, wonder why, when I then asked him if they are allowed to pull vehicles off without a light bar on the roof, he said that because it is a marked vehicle they are. I will continue to investigate this. So I was told to step out the vehicle so the guy can search me, I complied, and the other officer said “take his cellphone and delete the picture he took of us” in Zulu.  I said “You guys have absolutely no right to touch my phone”, to which one responded, “No problem, we’ll take you to the police station for operating your phone whilst driving”, to which I concluded “No you want, it is a fineable offense and not a criminal offense, so you can give me a fine, but you will not take me to a police station”. At this point both officers became very quiet, understood I KNOW my rights and what is fineable and what is criminal, and they let me go on my way. Upon further investigation I found that it is perfectly legal for the cops to pull people over in a marked or even unmarked car, as long as they can provide identification. If however you do feel uneasy  for any reason, you have the right to drive to the nearest police station.

The above turn of events made me realise, that if we ALL knew our rights, react calmly in the presence of the chops, and do not let them try intimidate us but being respectful at the same time, corruption would be halved, people’s rights would be respected and they’d think twice before trying to solicit bribes or sex from people they pull over late at night. Well, back to the case in hand, the reason I crawled out of bed at 2am to help a friend’s friend. She was pulled over in the roadblock on corner Main and Sloane drive. Admittedly says she was a little over the limit, but the events that then took place are nothing short of criminal. They pulled her over, a short supposedly well built guy walked over to her vehicle, told her to step out the car as he could smell alcohol. She complied. He gave her a breathalyser test to blow into, and before she could properly blow, he told her the reading came up as 4.something and that she was going to be arrested. He then started asking if she has a boyfriend. She said no. asked if she’s married… again, no. Then he started saying how sexy she looks and that he can’t believe she’s not spoken for, then said “So who is going to bail you out of prison?”. By this point the girl started panicking, he ordered her to get back into her car and climbed into the passenger’s side.

He asked her to check how much money she has in her wallet, and they can maybe make a deal. Continued to say how sexy she is, and how he wants her, saying “Don’t disappoint me, and I won’t disappoint you”, and “I’m going to FK you so hard”. She found she only had R150 in her wallet and gave it to him, he replied he just has to clear it with the other guy as well and told her to follow him. She got out the car, they walked over to the other van, and the cops put her in the back of the van, where they continued to sexually taunt her and put their hands down her top. They ordered her to give them her number, so they could call her later. They also said they were going to test the number she gave them to make sure it is valid. So she HAD to give them the correct number. After all of the above, they allowed her to drive on, over the limit and completely devastated. So not only had they solicited a bribe, sexually assaulted her and abused her rights in the worst possible way, they allowed her to continue, endangering not only her life, but my life as well, and everyone else on the road! Not only did she now have one demon to contend with, alcohol, she was also hysterical and panicking. She managed to get to my friend at a convenient meeting spot, on her way, the cops again called her from an unknown number, making comments about how they won’t “Disappoint her” if she doesn’t disappoint them. I arrived at the meeting point, she was STILL crying and shaken up, 2 HOURS later, and after numerous futile attempts to call the “Hotline” we gave up and resided to call in the morning.

The morning came, and the lady in question decided, despite my requests, to rather not report the perpetrator, for fears of reprisal, and perhaps hope that this would all be forgotten. This morning, 2 July, I believe the cop called the lady again. So clearly he has intentions of acting out his disgusting threats. I was informed that she has then taken the opportunity to go to the police station to lay charges.

This begs the question, who the hell (Imagine the word I’d rather use here) can you trust if you cannot even trust the cops?!?! The JMPD should be shut down in my opinion. They are corrupt in everything they do! They trap behind walls and trees and cars for monetary reasons, they illegally send off traffic fines via standard surface mail rather than registered mail, they illegally stop you at roadblocks and force you to pay fines “on the spot”, and now this….. Either they need to get new management and the whole lot fired, or they should be shut down completely. As one JMPigD told me on the day when I almost had a smash and grab, “I cannot help you in this regard, you’d better call real cops (SAPS)” WTH?!

Take care everone, learn your rights, it's not safe out there.

All my best to you.

Cliff

Travels and Experiences

Hi everyone

For those who follow me quite closely, you’ll know that I was away for a week in both England and Portugal. There was a 24 hour period where I did not tweet at all, all thanks to Vodacom’s inability to activate my international roaming on time. But never fear, I managed to get a new sim card pay as you go from Vodafone in the UK, and 30 Pounds later, PigSpotter was back in action.

Upon arrival in the UK, I was amazed at how easy it was to get around. From landing, it took me 2 hours to collect the baggage and pass through customs. After that, within 20 minutes I was well along my way via the Underground “Tubes” railway service to the centre of London. For a mere 8 Pounds, I purchased an all day pass, well worth the money. The efficiency of the system was unspeakable, as those who have been there will know, I was greeted with friendly service by the security personnel, who were willing and very able to assist, the trains ran at approximately 2 min intervals. Along with clearly marked directions and maps at every turn, you’d be foolish to get lost. One rule of thumb one should always remember, if you’re not in a hurry and are just going to stand on the exceedingly long escalator, stand to the right, so everyone else may pass you on the left.

From the underground I stepped out into the sunlight. Yep, sunlight! I was blessed with gorgeous weather. There were immediately several bus services that offered tours around London, For  28 Pounds for a 24hour pass. This bus would take you along two routes, red or blue, depending on how much of London you wanted to see. At any point, you would be able to disembark from the bus, walk around town for a while, knowing full well another bus would be 15 mins behind, and it runs like clockwork., to the minute….. Sadly I did not venture further into England, would have been interesting to compare the efficiency of the transport system between a tourism impacted city, to one on the outskirts. Needless to say I walked a heck of a lot for the pure adventure of it. Strangest sight I’ve ever seen in my life, about 300 men and women dressed in suits, making their way speedily to the tubes, flooding the streets as they crossed them at the intersections, all in a blur.  

Next, my journey took me into Portugal. Here I rented a vehicle and in driving between major cities and tiny villages, what occurred on the motorways is what REALLY bewildered me. Bear in mind they drive on the opposite side of the road to us in South Africa, EVERYONE on the motorways keeps right. There are 3 lanes. When a car approaches another vehicle to overtake, the move to the middle lane, once they’re past, they move back to the slow lane. There is absolutely NO trapping on the highways! Instead the Portuguese have adapted a secret weapon….. Undercover police vehicles that follow you, and calculate your travelling speed. If you are speeding or  driving recklessly, they pull you over, whip out the laptop, check for any other offences, and make you pay, on the spot. No cash? No problem, you can use your card. They carry a portable swipe machine. Strangely, everyone does generally stick to the speed limit, respectful of others. Another surprising invention discovered in the little towns in Portugal, are the speed detecting robots. They are continuously check your approaching speed, if you’re even 1km/h hour over 50km/h, the robot changes to red and forces you to stop. Stick to 49km/h and you get afforded the luxury of not stopping. Win-win situation!

There are tolling systems as well. 2 types of systems are implemented. 1 being for permanent residents, who can simply drive through, and the toll figure is automatically deducted from your bank account. The other type is an automated system. As you get onto the highway, you collect a ticket, as you get off at any exit, you then pay into the machine, much like at a parking garage. People generally are very mindful and respectful of others and almost never hoot even if someone makes an error. I say generally because in all the 5 days I was there, whilst on a bus, there was some clown in an X6 BMW who decided to take on a bus at a circle, and very nearly came short. Pity, I even had my camera ready!

Well, I just thought I’d bring those points to light with regards to the public transport of those two countries, and hoping that perhaps the Eish-bein of South Africa can re-think their strategy of road safety, and move away from the monetising aspect towards the intended goal of keeping people safe on our roads.

Take it easy out there

Best Wishes
PigSpotter