Most of the characters you meet in boating circles are good old boys and good old girls, however there are always some exceptions to the rule. The two characters in question were a couple of guys originally of Dutch extraction born in Zimbabwe and currently living in Australia, who where here on a boating holiday in their Motherland.
We moored up to a sanitation station for a pump out and heard a voice “They’ve pinched our fuckin’ space mate”. Phil being more than capable of holding his own with any such lout, promptly told him to move off in jerky movements. Naturally being a coward and without even trying, the first Boer backed down and suddenly was all sweet and light.
The second Boer told Jimmy about their exodus from Zimbabwe. Apparently they had both been farmers, and then the tirade suddenly came.”It was a great country before we had that fuckin’ thick mop head Mugabe got in and changed things . They couldn’t even peel a banana or spell a word with more than three letters, those black bastards. If I had my way, I’d ring fence the place and nuke the fuckers. Why the Yanks and you are fighting a gang of sand-niggers is beyond belief, they should fuck-off to Zimbabwe and make it a white supremacy again. Those black fuckers should all be slaves again and the shit beaten out them. And as for that other fuzzy white haired fucker, they should have left him on Robbens Island to rot.”There’s nothing quite like meeting a true global diplomat while exploring the tranquil English countryside.
As the guy was taking, he was becoming more and more red faced and we were sure that we had only touched the tip of his hatred ice-berg concerning his former beloved country but he had demonstrated what is really meant to be white and above all ,to be proud of it.
Phil asked if they were the only crew on the boat, and the greater of the two evils relayed the tale.
“There used to be a third person on the boat until one day she suddenly fucked off. She was a Jewish woman who we’d ask to come along to do a bit of slaving in the galley but she got fed up with us and one morning packed her bags and scarpered .
He then told us that “if you managed to get a Jewess between the sheets , it was supposed to bring you 7 years good luck, well she didn’t bring us any fuckin’ luck, only fuckin’ grief”. Phil interjected and said” I suppose if you broke a mirror and then slept with a Jewess you wouldn’t get 7 years bad luck and if you shagged two of them would still get good luck even if you did smash a mirror ?”...or words to that effect.
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