Some of us never read the paper or watch television news and we are still bad bloggers.

The news, especially local, is a real downer, especially during the ratings sweeps when it's all murder, rape, etc. National news ain't much better.

Hi Bokkie

Its not you its them! Sweetness, God gives talents to only a few and only a few can write and you my dear are one of them!You capture interest 'cos you care.However everyone today - well if that isn't a generalistion - thinks that he or she is a writer and this includes "journalists" one finds today. They are journalists backsides and consequently the newspapers and the media are media backsides! That is why blogging has become such a phenomenal success! Writers are made - just like everything else - not born we are led to believe - which is total and utter crap! Its another form of immorality and blasphemy - the same dynamic that peddlers of Barbieism use. The notion that everyone can be perfect. Its all bull and its source is Satan. People just don't know their places anymore. So they steal from true writers, true actors (think of that ho Paris), true prophets and so on. I recall that hilarious episode of the Golden Girls where Blanche (what a play on the name dahlings) was going to be a writer... hahahahahhaha - at least the programme was honest enough to show what a load of hooey her idea was! Margiemix - read the newspaper clinically and analytically. You will see that it is indeed the fact that these people that compose it are rubbish. Held in situ by an oligarchial system that seeks its perpetuation by propping up useless people and not true people. And all for money! You are being affected by their evil. Once you realise its evil no matter what they write you realise its a big joke! Satan is in the final instance a big freakin joke. The truth will always out.

My five cents
Yours
Hanlie Koekemoer
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PS Glad to see you are back.
bokkiebam.kwazulunatal.com

In the words of Ray Stevens, it's me Margaret, heh heh....You got the blahs because you got writer's cramp, block, freeze, over-reaching, too caring, woes like Tigger losing his bounce.

Go look for it in the 100 Acre Wood and start with that big old honey pot Pooh Bear hordes! Just relax kiddo, and the words will flow when you try to get all sticky sweet stuff offen you.


When you force anything, it ain't coming natural, girl friend, and you is a nat'child, nature girl, with all deem bells and whistles blowing a grand toon, little one! Hit dem chimes and ring dat "Name dat Tune" bell when you is up to da task. We will welcome you back in a GA flash fire dash with honrgy eyes. Wooo, Betty Davis eyes, wooo. You is da news we can use!

Love Ya, GA Peach

You'll find your Blogger wheels again, soon. I'm sure of it.