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Guinea-fowl – guinea-fowl, you were fetched as meat for the pot.  But general-general, in a country without corporal-corporal, an army without soldiers is completely fatal. With no success achieved, everything is busy spiraling out of control. Once we had an army, globally and widely known, so phenomenal. But now the resistance of the Boer is mocked and jeered.

In the Anglo Boer War, our land was paid dearly with Boer-blood of man, woman as well as child. Our resistance in the border war was also maximal. But at the voting station, the liberal yes-vote has failed our volk. Our inclinations and ideals were towards sport idols. Our precious land, as well as our soul, succumbed to capital. For pleasure we live without limits, so rampant and bountiful.  

In our churches we blaspheme against the Holy-Set-Apart Spirit, so verbally. But for our half-breed offspring, the Bible was translated leniently. On his knees in the brothel, the once proud Boer strive from oral to anal.  The punishment of Sodom and Gomorrah will therefore descend on them. Listen therefore to the big Godly silence that descends ominously now.

Know that our volk-leaders have failed us together with every yes-vote, into the grave. So, a once-so-noble story ends. There where the Boer must now pay for his sins. General-general, you are standing before an illusional army without soldiers or corporal. There where the notes of a forgotten country-anthem linger and echo among cliffs and kloofs, to nowhere. Look, the rider of death, the grey horse, is standing saddled. Yes, in a country where the once-proud Boer now stands under the headline: Scandal.