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If You Thought THAT Was Offensive…

Posted in rants,religion by YTAH on September 30, 2008
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Taking a break from pure politics this week (although, as we know, everything is political), I thought I’d tackle one of my favourite hobby-horses, religion, by writing about the latest of God’s self-appointed ministers. You may have read about it in the papers, or on any of the blogs by his fans and detractors, but there’s a new Morality Sheriff in town, and he goes by the name of Buchan. Angus Buchan. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? If not, you can check out this column that Pikes wrote for another site. Words cannot express my excitement when I first saw the photo accompanying the story and I thought: “Great! They’re making a South African Indiana Jones movie!” But then I read the column and realized it was just another reactionary Christian crackpot with a stupid hat and even stupider opinions, wishing to make a name for himself by convincing all and sundry that they’re all going to hell unless they do exactly as he says. (more…)

Ah, Poetry.

Posted in humour,poetry by YTAH on September 24, 2008
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From the pit of despair
To the brink of destruction—
Progress, still.


Hellboy II: The Golden Army

Posted in movies,reviews by YTAH on September 19, 2008
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All hail the hellspawn, as once again the fate of the world rests on Hellboy and his friends from the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. The inimitable Ron Perlman returns as the demon affectionately known as “Red”, with the indestructible red fist and a penchant for cats and cigars. He’s aided once more by his fiery girlfriend Liz (Selma Blair) and an aquatic empath named Abe, plus a vaporous new German agent (Family Guy‘s Seth MacFarlane). This time they’re up against an elf prince who plans to unleash an army of golden golems to punish humanity for crimes against nature. (more…)

Sarah Palin: Darling We Don’t Need You [With apologies to John Cale]

Posted in journalism by YTAH on September 17, 2008
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Every four years or so, anyone who’s depressed by the state of South African politics – and who isn’t, really? – can take solace in the election antics of the elephants and asses from the Land of the Free™ and Home of the Brave© across the Atlantic. And this time around it’s no different. (more…)

More of the Same, Only Different.

Posted in rants,work by YTAH on September 3, 2008
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The article by Vitriol McMalice last week set me thinking about work again. It’s been a while since I tackled that subject for africans – about as long as it’s been since I tackled my manager and fed him his own shit that I had yanked out of his asshole – so perhaps it’s time. Or perhaps it’s just started to annoy me again. Work, I mean; not my manager (he’s never stopped annoying me). This is surprising, considering how little work I end up doing. Sure, I get done what I need to in order to get by, but mostly that’s “just enough not to get fired”, as the great man Carlin once put it.

But why?

The question that arises – for me, anyway – is, how did it come to this? (more…)

Jerusalema review

Posted in movies,reviews by YTAH on September 1, 2008
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Gone are the days when local [i.e. South African] movies had to be treated like the special-needs child at the grown-ups’ table. This has something to do with high-profile “souf-êfrican” successes like “onse ‘Monster’ Charlize” and Tsotsi, but also with a growing confidence in the local industry, which has seen a greater willingness to experiment. Local filmmakers’ exposure to higher standards and new ideas, through the influx of international productions to our shores hasn’t much hurt, either.

So it’s encouraging to see this trend continue with Jerusalema, the latest locally-produced film to hit our shores. And the film opens with a bang, or at least the aftermath of one. This clever bit of subterfuge makes for a welcome change from the obviousness that plagues too many local films, and promises good things from its writer/director. We follow Lucky Kunene on an intriguing journey from the grotty flat in a run-down section of Johannesburg, to his youth in Soweto and back again. And it’s a journey that takes in a great deal more of the South African experience than many previous films, from the poverty in the townships, to the affluence of the supposed suburban bliss, to the seedier parts of the city. (more…)