(Hierdie artikel is oorspronklik geskryf in die wêreld se mooiste, mees poëtiese taal, Afrikaans, ook op my blog. Soek hom, Flaffie.)
Well-known satirist and razor-sharp writer Mavis Vannie Lavis today shared a news article to her timeline that made headlines.
Convicted Valentine's Day killer Oscar Pistorius may be released on parole in two years' time, and a bunch of horny Yahweh boerbitches have now suddenly forgiven him and are now awaiting his release. The same entitled hate mongers who 7 years ago did not want to hear anything good about Pistorius, "the thing must die, you hear Stienie! God does not sleep! Sis! I always knew he was going to flop like a forbidden fruit pie."
I personally never had a favorable opinion of the athlete Oscar Pistorius. But because I am a critical, analytical person, I believe one should look at a matter from all angles. As the imaginary devil's advocate, I naturally excel in this. I am by no means convinced that he shot his honey Reeva Steenkamp on purpose.
Let's look at the facts, and then imagine yourself in his absent shoes.
Without his artificial legs, Oscar Pistorius is as helpless as a baby punching bag in a fight during a burglary. Not a good position to be in if you do not like the idea of your girlfriend being raped next to you while lying helplessly there on the carpet. And we know such things happen a lot in South Africa, often during burglaries. Such a helpless situation is any man's worst nightmare. Especially with Reeva's looks, the chances for that type of crime were even greater.
The athlete thus compensated, as his hard childhood taught him, and he was all too fond of shooting to make up for his quiet inferiority complex. If I remember correctly, he, like his gummy hole gabbas, took part a few times in murder orgies on Bambi's family. It's a misguided accomplishment for boerbarians to shoot defenseless animals. It satisfies the bloodlust of believers, see.
But then these religious Afrikaners go frenetic out of fear when they get some of their own medicine during a burglary by armed 'evil from the devil blacks'. Then boerie and buddies feel like the wildlife they chased so relentlessly with their Ford Rangers through the veld, before injuring, torturing, and killing the poor animals.
Back to the dark night in the house. Now the brave tiger hears a sound, while he is still half asleep, and of course he then expects it to be a burglar. Because of his sport, his reactions are quick, and it's nothing to sail out of bed like a talking snake if you do not have legs that can drag the sheets along.
He had been paranoid about crime before the incident, as several people testified in court, and it is well known that rich old glitters like him are often targeted in Pretoria by everyone from car hijackers to burglars. With a dash of racism added to it, remember that at the time the EFF was in the public eye with their hate speech. Farmers and Boers (not the same thing) were just extra-bad back then, according to the inferior racist Malema.
It's pitch dark, so The White Tiger leopard-crawl into the bathroom from where he heard the sound, with his firearm, which, like his tottie, is always at hand, determined to render the villain harmless while still having the element of surprise to his advantage. He is now the last bulwark, the knight on a Valentine unicorn, between the nasty evildoers and his princess behind him on the bed where she should be sleeping undisturbed.
That's what any of us as men would do, right? The difference is, we can first make sure who the villain is, because we can quickly jump in behind a closet and then shoot. Pistorius does not have that vital ability; I reckon without legs he is an easy target for any attacks. He therefore had to take control of the situation from the first moment, as his disability had taught him on the hard carpet of life since childhood.
So he fired four shots through a closed door, because he could not know if only one or two shots would put the burglars out of action, and he obviously did not want to give them a chance to shoot back. They had to die, it's literally a case of them or him. It all happens very quickly, and the young athlete is full of adrenaline, and only after the shots when he slams the door open does he realize he has made a hefty calculation error. We have all been impulsively doing something especially at night, that was nothing but a miscalculation. In this instance, a very bad one.
On top of that, he is not the first person in the world to make such a terrible mistake. Unfortunately, his case has set a precedent that must now be followed by other courts in SA, and which can therefore land other innocent people in prison.
Thus, Pistorius' version is certainly possible. He did not have a history of female beatings, and his and his model doll's relationship was good. No one in court could provide any reasons why he would go so far as to intentionally shoot Steenkamp. Of course he had enemies, and backstabbing friends too, who then saw their chance to slander the man in the soppy pathetic magazine Huisgenoot and in the court itself. But even they could not portray him as a woman-beater or psychopath; only as a tool with delusions of grandeur so every eleven hours.
However, Pistorius had previously fired his firearm into the air just for sports, his masculinity was apparently linked to showcasing his ingenuity. It was used against him in court. And with him being severely handicapped, it makes sense that he would rely on his firearm to protect himself, and that he knew if a burglar first overpowered him he would not be able to fight back. So he had to attack (shoot) first to maintain control of the situation. It makes sense, right?
Pistorius is by no means stupid, and would not intentionally endanger his entire career by shooting someone if he could not justify it. There was no advance planning as one gets from murderers who deliberately wipe out their partners. Everywhere were clues that substantiated his version, nothing was staged. Would a non-stupid guy wipe out his partner like that? No.
Someone else - like Henry van Breda - would have laid the blame on an unknown burglar. Not Pistorius, he immediately admitted it was his shots that hit his girlfriend. His version is just as possible as the mother driving over her own child because she did not know the child was behind the car. Of course, she is guilty of the child's death, but not of murder.
Would he shoot someone to protect his gf? Yes. He has previously indicated to his hunter chums that he does not take shit from a crook, he who is Oscarius (Icarus) without wings will deal with such low lives on his terms. And that's what he did that fateful night of February 14, 2014, and realized too late it's his heart tip behind the door that was now hit by more than just Cupid's arrows.
But how could he have made sure first, should he have shouted 'come out of there Mr Vilian, and do not shoot me please!'? With that, he would have signed his own death sentence, if it had been a burglar as he was firmly convinced. Attackers there would have immediately fired at him without any reverence for the beautiful tiles and turned him into a sieve.
Pistorius was convicted because he was white, and Afrikaners sought a scapegoat for their frustrations with Zuma and everything that was wrong in SA at that time. They could crucify him, knowing that they would not be accused of racism. It is unfortunately a common, contemptible characteristic of the Afrikaner that he will without hesitation condemn and trample on a fellow Afrikaner when the latter is on the ground, out of pure jealousy, greed, and selective application of the Bible snot in their heads. That 'you may not judge' has quickly turned into 'fuck you God, stand aside, we are having fun here, will later say sorry and forgive myself'.
The black female judge was obliged to convict him, public opinion weighed heavily on the case, and more than any lawyer would admit. He was guilty of shooting his girlfriend, which made it a tad easier to find him guilty. But guilty of premeditated murder? Aikôna, I say. Her verdict was particularly balanced in my opinion, and she clearly took his version into account, despite tremendous pressure from Yahweh's bloodsuckers.
She rightly sentenced him to 6 years in prison, also because he fired that gun in public before, but the faith-fed 'forgiving' two-hole jackal-like Afrikaner boerasies in Snor City smelled blood and wanted more. And at least it's nice to kick a guy without legs who's down in life, or how. That's boerbaric culture, my China. Aim for the head, the thing does not even have legs, Jurgie.
State prosecutor Gerrie Pretorius used all his ingenuity against Barry le Roux of the defense who could not quite get up to speed. Pistorius was therefore tied to the gallows with the first trial, the proverbial rope broke halfway, and the Afrikaner then simply hung the defendant in British Slagtersnek fashion again, and Pistorius - due to crime out of control in SA, and people paranoid and making irrational decisions during a crisis situation - finally got a total of 15 years in prison.
Now there is talk that Pistorius could be released on parole in 2023, although that is not a foregone conclusion. Of course, Reeva Steenkamp's religious parents oppose this, their mental calculator does not want to multiply 7 x 70 yet. What has become of forgiving as Christ wants you to forgive? If I did not have so much sympathy for their position and loss I would have expressed myself in very spicy language about it.
According to several newspapers, Pistorius became infected with mental Aids - the Religionosa Idiotica Virus (RIV) - shortly after his arrest, and now qualifies for a place on the Christian god-thing's lap in Lalaland, and could therefore forgive himself by just speaking to himself in the third person. He must also now - in fact already in 2015 - be forgiven by all religious people. The Bible commands it, sinful brother Sheep and inferior sister Ossewania.
But if the Parole Board does not want to fall for such religious logic, one can just show them the millions of examples of what damage religion has already done, to make them realize how dangerous that brain disease RIV is, and the jailbird can get medical parole immediately. If Shabir Shaik could, why not Oscar?
I'd like to hear from bloodthirsty Afrikaners, what exactly they would have done in Pistorius 'shoes (or rather, with his absent ghost legs there in a dark corridor and highly stressed over an all-real danger just a cat cough further) if they should hear a sound in the bathroom, while firmly convinced the wife is sleeping in the nest, and knowing that one does not fight well without legs with one or more attackers hiding in your house.
Thus, let Judge Pontius hear your arguments, and this time hands will be washed only to keep a virus that overpowered your god-thingy out of the courtroom.
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