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Cash-cash, look the rand is standing on the wrong side. Informant-informant, in your lie ever so constant. Trapped without reasoning, wisdom or sense. Oh rainbow land, soon you will lie deeply stranded in your own shit-mess.

Oh, informant-informant, born from the bastard-child-of-shame class. You boast of the sole right of South Africa as your fatherland. But forget that more than three hundred and fifty years ago Jan van Riebeeck landed at the Cape.

In total absence you were completely dormant there, vacant. The Khoisan, under the leadership and command of their chief Harry, came to receive the new Settlers here as citizens, hospitably.

After this, you also came from above, from the far north, while you robbed weaker tribes, selling them as slaves while burning everything in front of you. In prosperity and development, you brought no intellectual contribution
anywhere.

Under the influence of the missionary and the minister, you become an incurable impudent pervert. Pig-headed, you consider yourself superior, dominant. Like the sand of the beach, you grow in numbers uncontrollably and constantly.

Trapped without wisdom or understanding, your downfall lies precisely in these masses. World informant-informant, always so blatant in your lies. That is why bankruptcy has landed here in your midst to your downfall.

Without resistance, your pathetic army also lies completely stranded. True to your nature, your masses come to burn your towns and your cities with all your infrastructure to ashes. So, informant-informant, your rand, in bankruptcy, is completely out of bounds.