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Editorial See other Editorial Articles Title: Trials & Tribulations of "The Azanian Untouchables" Trials & Tribulations of "The Azanian Untouchables" The ruling ANC regime has no shortage of criminals, hoodlums and scumbags populating its ranks. Watching the antics of this so-called “liberation movement” reminds one of the “whack the hippo” game – a scandal is barely cold, when another instantaneously pops up in its place. The faster you whack, the faster they pop up. One hippo which can be relied upon to consistently pop up is the vile, execrable Robert McBride. This veritable poster boy of the malfeasance that characterizes the ANC seems to enjoy carte blanche in whatever he does. It seems as if McBride considers himself utterly flame-proof, and if recent history is anything to go by, his political life certainly has nine, eighteen or even twenty seven lives. Mr McTeflon is so untouchable, so smooth, even his shit slides uphill... McBride, the coffee-coloured spawn of a nauseating liaison between horny, miscegenating Irishman and his wild black jungle bunny "ho" shot to fame in the mid eighties for murdering three innocent young White women. Having delusions of grandeur in fancying himself as something between a Sinn Fein operative and Jesus-like Che Guevara, McBride soon tired of stealing cars, mugging old ladies and stabbing his toothless Gatiep chinas in drunken ghoffel shebeen brawls. His next career move was joining the terrorist wing of the Marxist ANC. Not long thereafter, this warrior of sorts, who was too much of a coward to take on the ostensibly declared military & police targets of the ANC, chose to stick to what his organization did best – attack defenceless civilian men, women and children. He planted a bomb at the Magoo’s Bar in Durban, which caused much death and mayhem. Now old Robert is (his vast overestimation of his own abilities notwithstanding) not exactly nuclear physicist material. This, coupled with his love for cheap plonk and the subsequent lack of a filter between his motor mouth and sub functional brain was no challenge to the jacked security branch. Security police had him arrested in no time, and he twittered & sang like a stoned canary. He confessed to his murderous rampage, and for good measure grassed on his comrades, his handlers, his neighbours, his school chums and anything else he could conjure up. The bemused Security Branch policemen had to beg and eventually beat him just to get him to shut the fuck up, so enthusiastic was our brave freedom fighter’s level of cooperation. At the subsequent trial, McBride was found guilty and sentenced to death. Lucky for him, a palace revolution was unfolding at the Union Buildings, with Pienk Frikkie (FW) successfully conspiring to lift PW Botha out of the cushions. One of the first things Pienk Frikkie did was to declare a moratorium on the death sentence. Hundreds of criminal shitskins, who had savagely murdered, tortured and raped people suddenly became a permanent liability. Regrettably the wheels of justice grinds slowly, and before the hotnot McBride’s worthless carcass could be strung up, his sentence was commuted to life. Not long thereafter, Pienk Frikkie engaged (embraced?) the scourge collectively known as the ANC, in one of the greatest acts of treason and appeasement of evil seen in this country’s history. In double time, the ANC became known for its outrageous, bizarre and strange demands. If these demands were not met, they would retreat like recalcitrant, petulant children muttering dark threats of bloody civil war. The unprincipled and utterly spineless FW regime, relentlessly pomping each other's fuck-ugly wives would emerge from their adulterous weekends, scared shitless and ready to cave in to every whim the now emboldened ANC trash could dream up. One of these demands was for the Nats to set McBride free. The naïve Nats, long on stupidity and child-like gullibility, but short on imagination and principle, considered themselves devilishly clever by devising an unusual counter-demand. “OK, we’ll set him free, but on condition that the “Wit Wolf” Barend Strydom (who went on a wild racial shooting spree in Pretoria, randomly killing eight spear chuckers who -according to some- had it coming & probably deserved it anyway) was set free in return.”If one man was hated and reviled by the ANC above all others, it was Barend Strydom. Strydom was a young policeman serving in the Springs / Kwathema precinct. Having been the first to the scene in many gruesome and sadistic black on white murders, his mind slowly twisted. Eventually it snapped when, early one morning in 1982, he came across the mutilated corpse of a White nursing sister in her early fifties. She was driving to work in Dunnottar when, ambushed by a crowd of rioting savages, they pulled her out of the car. She was tortured for an hour, and eventually murdered. The rioters ripped open her stomach and eviscerated her. They then ate parts of her liver, raw. Finally they raped her corpse and then made fire between her legs. Strydom was the first to discover her body, and not long thereafter took a trip to Strydom Square in Pretoria. (Note: it was called Strydom -no relation to Barend- Square before the massacre). He calmly pulled out his 9mm pistol, walked around and took lethal pot shots at the black passers-by until a police SWAT team disarmed & arrested him. He was sentenced to death, later commuted to life. The Nats quietly chuckled at their diabolical condition, safe in the knowledge that no one, not even the ANC, could be so expedient as to accede to it. As they were patting each other on the back, their gleeful smugness turned to horror when the equally unprincipled ANC accepted the condition. And so it came that McBride, along with Strydom was granted a full pardon and released. Not long after White capitulation on 1994, McBride became involved in one of his first scandals. Together with a few friends, he arrived, drunk as a skunk, at a Cape Town whore house for an evening of carnal pleasure. His great expectations was short-lived as his chosen prostitute, a White woman, coldly informed him that she would not have sex with anyone except a White man. McBride flew into a rage, punching and slapping the harlot with a savagery that shocked everyone present. The police were summoned and McBride was arrested and thrown into a cell. Of course, this “boesman” has some friends in high places, and the order to release him was not long in coming. All charges against him were dropped and the matter was never referred to again. A short few years later, McBride, now enjoying a cushy job in the diplomatic corps was arrested and detained by Mozambican police for arms smuggling. He was caught with a cache of AK47 rifles, ammo, explosives and hand grenades. Once again, his ANC contacts from high up in the South African regime intervened and the normally immovable Mozambican cops wasted no time in releasing him. Again, the matter died a quiet death, as the media, eager regime lackeys that they are, agreed to keep the matter out of the public domain. McBride proved himself to be a huge liability to even the criminal ANC regime, and in spite of the fact that other than planting bombs and smuggling weapons, McHotnot had absolutely no training in anything let alone policing, he was transferred from his diplomatic job to being the head of the East Rand (Ekhuruleni) Metro Police. Once clad in a cop uniform, the unctuous McBride took to his new job with vigour. Some time in 2005, he took it upon himself to pursue (in his own testimony) three blacks who supposedly jumped a red traffic light in Kempton Park. Racing after them (in an unmarked car) like a lunatic, he eventually cornered them. The blacks testified that McGhoffel McBride, pissed out of his mind and dressed in civilan clothing, emerged from his unmarked vehicle with his gun drawn. They overpowered him and gave him quite a beating. Lucky for McBride, some reinforcements arrived and saved his worthless alcoholic arse from being moered to death. Charges and counter-charges were vigorously laid. Yet again, McGeelbek’s friends in high places intervened, and not only did he emerge scot-free from the incident with all charges dropped, but his hapless victims were eventually convicted of trumped-up charges of reckless driving, resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer. A bare six months later, McBoesman was embroiled in his latest controversy of the time– numerous Metro cops were wailing at what they called McBride’s autocratic Stalin-type (mis)management style and went on strike. At one point the assembled and aggrieved shitskins blockaded the Metro Police headquarters. The permanently inebriated McBride quickly inflamed the situation, throwing around epithets and calling them “ungrateful and indisciplined kaffirs”. Although the incident was quickly suppressed, things apparently got very ugly, with groups of uniformed Metro cops cocking & pointing automatic weapons at one another. One observer opined that it was a “bloody miracle” that a full blown shooting war didn’t break out that day. Again, McBride’s buddies in high regime places intervened, and made the bad things go away. In December last year, McBooze attended a Christmas party and as is his habit, got rip-roaringly drunk. This man, the head of the Ekhuruleni Metro Police nogal, got into his official car and raced off in the direction of the East Rand. Unfortunately the laws of physics got in the way of what would otherwise have been an uneventful, if mildly exhilarating drive. Barrelling down the highway at speeds occasionally approaching 180 km/h, the catatonically drunk McBride predictably lost control of the vehicle, crashing into a roadside ditch. Concerned motorists who had witnessed the crash pulled over to offer their assistance. To their surprise, the poor lone crash victim sitting on his blubbery arse next to his wrecked car was none other than old loshotnot Robert. To their shock, he was not only dazed & muddled but was pissed out of his mind, with clouds of alcoholic vapours hanging around him. To their dismay, he refused their help, choosing instead to wait for subordinates of his Metro police department to come to his assistance. In short time, they did, in spite of the fact that the crash happened in Pretoria, far outside their jurisdiction. When McBride’s colleagues arrived at the scene, they quickly became abusive, violent and aggressive towards the assembled group of onlookers. They bundled their now completely incoherent & mumbling chief into an unmarked police car. The stunned onlookers pulled out their cellphones to take pictures of the unbelievable scene unfolding in front of their eyes. Ekhuruleni Metro cops then proceeded to slap and punch the horrified onlookers, confiscating their cellphones and preventing anyone from recording or photographing the goings on. They next opened the boot of MBride’s car, retrieved *several* automatic rifles, including illegitimate AK47 assault rifles that are NOT standard issue to Metro cops, and unceremoniously left the scene. McBuffoon was whisked off to a secret private hospital, where as is typical in highly placed ANC cases, nobody drew his blood to test for alcohol levels. The furious onlookers went to the closest police station to lay charges of assault and crimen injuria against the Gestapo-like tactics of the Metro cops, which to this day remains uninvestigated. Why the Chief of Metro Police drives around with an assortment of non-standard issue automatic rifles, more commonly used in cash heists, bank robberies and other organized crime endeavours, remains unexplained. McBozo next took an extended leave of absence, spending several weeks with his family in a luxurious tax-payer funded overseas holiday. On his return, he issued the usual denials & obfuscations, insisting that he fell about and was unsteady on his feet due to having hit his head during the crash. As for the official investigation that was promised, well…you guessed it…those high up regime buddies for the umpteenth time intervened, and they found that nothing untoward happened. He left the Christmas party (such occasions being notorious for being major piss-ups) but was declared perfectly sober. He lost control of his car because he swerved to avoid an invisible dog on the road. He was unsteady on his feet due to having bashed his burry, nappy-headed pip, and as for anything else he said or did, either “the devil made him do it” or, “witnesses are all racist Whites who are lying in an attempt to impugn his good name” (sic). And that’s it – case closed. Two days ago, two other incredible, apparently unconnected events transpired. The first was an incident in the Pierre van Ryneveld neighbourhood in Pretoria, where Lyttleton SAPS received a tip that an armed house invasion was going to be staged. A police SWAT team set an ambush for the robbers. At 7 AM on Thursday 3 May 2007, a car containing five heavily armed blacks arrived at the targeted house. Four robbers got out of the car, whereupon the driver of the car left. Minutes later the cops arrested the driver, then proceeded to bust the other four robbers. A major shootout ensued, whereupon one robber was killed, and another seriously wounded. It was then discovered that one of the robbers was…you guessed it…an Ekurhuleni Metro police officer….read more about the incident here (Afrikaans) http://www.news24.com/Beeld/Suid-Afrika/0,,3-975_2108788,00.html The second incident, severely under-reported in the media (I picked this up on the 702 radio website – see report below) involves our hero McBonehead visiting a prisoner at the C-MAX prison in Pretoria. The prisoner was arrested for his involvement in a ‘cash in transit’ heist on the East Rand (AKA Ekurhuleni) where he and seven other cash heist gang members were busted by SA police in Palm Ridge, also on the East Rand, McBride’s jurisdictional area. If what McTerrorist has gotten away with before blows your mind, wait till you consider the following: why on earth the Police Chief of the Ekurhuleni Metro Police would see fit to visit an awaiting trial prisoner ‘nogal’ involved in cash heists in McBride’s backyard, I’ll leave for you dear reader, to ponder. What is even more mind-blowing is what transpired during the visit – McBride, in the presence of the prison head, actually threatened the prisoner, promising to “organize a gang hit” on him. What connection exists between Robert McBride, who as Metro Police chief routinely drives around with automatic assault rifles in his car’s trunk, and a cash-in-transit heist suspect? Furthermore, what burning issue drives McBride to actually visit the prisoner in person, and then to intimidate and threaten him? Why is this report relegated to a small, insignificant entry on the website of a major regional radio station, and not emblazoned across the front pages of our major news media? What the fuck is going on here? Is the “mainstream” media really this incompetent and disinterested, or is it a more cynical attempt to bury the news, ostensibly at the behest of higher up powers? I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions, however wild and scary they may be. I can however reaffirm that this is yet more proof that rampant crime in this country is no accident – it is a carefully orchestrated campaign from the highest imaginable echelons of government. South Africa is currently ruled by a illegitimate rabble of terrorist criminals determined to feather their own nests at any price. What is staggering is even as they have their grubby, blood-soaked paws in the money coffers, this is STILL not enough! In addition to receiving massive salaries, stealing, embezzling funds and defrauding the state fiscus, they still see it fit to oversee and orchestrate cash heists, bank robberies on an extra-curricular basis, while the vast majority of law-abiding Whites battling to eke out an honest living suffer breathtaking discrimination, marginalization and murderous, genocidal victimization. The fact that McBride has not been taken out by one of the family members of the young White women he cold-bloodedly murdered, is incredible in itself – a testament to the pathetic extent to which gutless White South African men have been emasculated. The fact that he can do as he likes, consistently and without fear of prosecution, secure in the knowledge that his friends in the ANC regime will bail him out certainly makes him the poster boy for the unconscionable evil which has seized power in this country. The fact that an obscure ragtag organization calling themselves “The South African Prisoners Organisation for Human Rights” or SAPOHR (where the hell else in the world does such a lame organization exist?) headed by a laughable clown with the equally silly name of “Golden Miles Bhudu” has to take it upon themselves to take McBride to task for threatening a prisoner, while everyone else remains dead quiet, is truly mind boggling. Things can - and will - get even more mind-boggling and bizarre - you can take that to the bank!
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