12 August 2016
Running is just a matter of distance
12th of August 2016
As you know and as my blog statistics show, about half my readers and commentators are from South Africa and about half are emigrants. A small amount spends their time or divides their time between the two.
Lately the accusations have been flying. Those whites in SA accused the emigrants of being “cowards” and “runners” and the emigrants accusing the ones who stayed behind as “stupid” losers who could not emigrate or were not worthy to be accepted by other countries.
So now what I want to know is this:
What is the difference between somebody who runs to Australia, Canada, UK….and someone who runs to the Cape or Prieska? Isn't the one just running further than the other? I mean the aim is the same…to put as much distance between yourself and the Kaffirs as possible.
What is the difference between someone putting the Indian Ocean between him and the Kaffirs and someone putting the Karoo between him and the Kaffirs? What is the difference between someone building a moerse eight foot high wall (with electric wire on top) to protect himself and his family and separate from the Kaffirs or someone who emigrates to protect his family and seperates from the Kaffirs? It is just the thickness of the wall; it is just a matter of distance.
I mean let’s say the Big Fight starts in Johannesburg like Siener van Rensburg prophesized. It is only about a nine to twelve hour flight away from Perth or London to Johannesburg. It takes longer than that to drive to Johannesburg from the Cape. Does it then matter where the person lives; Cape Town, Port Elizabeth, London; Perth or Amsterdam…?
Main thing is that he is there when the big fight breaks out. That is all that matter to me, because I can already see a lot of people whom I know who are so called “stayers” who will lock their gates and doors and hide like babies under their beds whilst others who are “runners” will be running towards the Big Fight when it comes. So who will be of more use to me on the day when it matters?
And that is the problem I have with most people like the Suidlanders, Preppers and those who have chosen to stay. They all seem to have a “running away plan” and have their “Bug-out Bags” backed for three days of running away from the Kaffirs, but in the mean time they stay and pay taxes and extortion to the Kaffirs and accuse those who have emigrated as “cowards” and “runners”.
As far as I know I am the only South African who has a “Bug-IN Bag” packed and ready to run TOWARDS the fight the day it breaks out. I mean my broader strategy is open to all. I said I will stop at the equator. The tactical detail I will not discuss and divulge here, but I am working on it and refining it every day.
Surely you must have heard of attack as the best form of defence? Statistics have shown (“On killing” and “On Combat” by Lt.Col. Dave Grossman) that in all wars and battles those who run away are the ones who die in battle. Most of those who die in battle have shots in their backs. Those who attack and fight aggressively, even against overwhelming odds, stand a far better chance of survival. So strategically and tactically it simply makes sense to attack. The shape of the attack does not have to be head on. There are many ways and forms of attack.
However we should be careful that we do not fall into the trap of dividing ourselves in an “US” and “THEM” scenario or groups. The British had great success with it against the Boers in the Second Anglo Boer War. We shouldn’t let it happen again.
Main thing is that you start NOW preparing yourself physically and mentally for that day that the Second Blood River comes. The Voortrekkers were also runners who ran away from British rule in the Cape, but that day, when it mattered, the Boers didn’t run.
And so it will be for us from all over South Africa and from all over the world, “we few we happy few we band of brothers” who will run there and make an effort to get there at any price, because we don’t want to miss out on our St. Crispens day, our Battle of Blood River, for all the gold in the world.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day.
Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.