When Clouds of war start to drift closer

It is a surreal experience to watch the development of a Civil war.
There is a primal drumbeat rising from the depth of your being. One part of your psyche is in complete denial and try it's damnedest to cling to anything that represent a "normal" situation. The other part of your psyche is preparing to kill and defend, but who is or will be the enemy? What will you defend?
The lines are not yet drawn in the sand of time.
South Africa is changing.....again. The glue Nelson Mandela applied to the fibres of the 1994 democracy has come undone. Under the chieftainship of Jacob "Dingaan" Zuma South Africa is sinking into the black abyss of precolonial bliss!
I read a book once, I think the author was Credo Mutwa ( I might be wrong, though), in the book the author states that democracy is and forever will be a foreign concept to the African heart and mind - You must follow and obey your leader, it is irrelevant if he is a good or bad individual, All that counts is the tribe or cultural society, the unit must stay intact.
The chilling part is this: If you do not belong to my group, tribe, culture then you are my enemy. Not my opposition but my enemy - we are technically at war!
By his verbal and non-verbal declarations Mr Zuma is slowly and deliberately forging a mindset along these lines.
The Western mindset and worldview of the average white South African will try to find some logical or debatable premise  from where some kind of understanding might by found. Like the old Voortrekker leader Piet Retief, I might add. The final answer given to him and his people was a spear in the chest.
For all practical purposes we are already at war, the revolution has began. The criminally inclined jumped the gun and are the focal point in this early stages. But not all killings, murders and attacks are pure criminal acts. There is a deep hatred in the way these brutal attacks are executed. It is the acts of war... the destroying of an enemy and the installing of fear.
Ordinary citizens will sooner or later start to defend themselves with extreme prejudice and will become the criminals in the eyes of the law.
There is no use in denying the underlying racism in South Africa.  It is there, it is alive and it is boiling hot! There is no "Rainbow nation" There never was.
Something new must be forged.
Maybe the clouds of war will pass us by, maybe.
Maybe a man will come, like the old saying goes: cometh the hour, cometh the man!

I think it was Thomas Jefferson that has said: The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

The Game: The Illusion and Reality of Freedom

A good friend of mine compares the average working man to a player in a game - The game.
You work hard to gain a good credit rating. You use your credit rating to buy your station in life which will become your operating level in The Game. There are lanes and lines in The Game, lines you cross at your own peril.
We all play The Game, because we were born into it. It is forced upon you and with each throw of the dice you move up or down, left or right, backward or forward. You find a few like-minded people, form a clan or a team and under the illusion of freedom you commit yourself body and soul to The Game.
You try to win The Game!
According to my friend - there can never be a winner. It is against the rules of The Game. To a be successful player you must realise that you are here to play and be played. You need to last. Do not play to end the game because you could find yourself entangled in someone else's game strategies and you will become just another pawn to be moved to another square.
And all players in The Game hunger for freedom,
Freedom from what, you might ask.
We all create our own versions of freedom. I have seen those who crave for more "credit value" so that they can buy more, in doing so they owe more and are actually less free but feeding the deep hunger for something more creates the illusion of  being set free from yesterdays' yearning.
You are free to play The Game, you are free to enjoy playing the game and you are even free to complain about the game.
But you are never free to leave The Game.
The Game is not your friend, it is your master. It dictates your birthplace, it wills your burial place, it places a handicap on you. It creates the rules.
The Game is not life. We cannot truly live while caught up in The Game.
We need to rebel, we need to fight to break free. The battle rages in our minds it is here where we need to overcome The Game.
True freedom cannot be found in The Game. Only apart from the Game.
I call myself an Libertarian, I do so because I also have a dream. A dream to be free from The Game.
I call myself a free man because I alone dictates my future by the choices I make. I am a free man because I can take responsibility for those choices - it is never forced on me be the rules of The Game.
I am free.
I am a Libertarian