Fokofpolisiekar

What is happening to our once God-fearing land? It's all going to hell in a handbasket, is what I think. When Afrikaans rock bands are now telling police to f**k off, the flames of hell are already igniting the fabric of our society.

I was recently handing out some gospel tracts I've personally written -- every now and again, a good street evangelism session is good for the soul. I was wandering past some night clubs where the flames of hell literally burn holes through the pavement, when I heard a band strike up and saw the crowd going ape inside. I asked the bouncer who was playing -- Fokofpolisiekar, he said. I paid my thirty bucks and joined the godless crowd. I know I don't look anything like an Afrikaans punk rocker -- I look more like a gun-toting missionary who loves paintball. But I was pushed and shoved towards the front of the crowd and got close enough to the lead singer to shove a fistload of tracts into his shirt pocket.

I've never crowd surfed before this night, but when the bouncers tried to donner me because I'd accosted the band with unsolicited literature (the one tract was all about the evils of rock music, which is quite fitting given the context), I allowed the drunken crowd to carry me to the back where I made a hasty exit.

I've later learned that the lead singer of the band has a minister for a father. I guess the devil can corrupt even the seed of the righteous, although I'm convinced my kids will never dream of disgracing me by joining a band that curses law enforcers. When I become president, bands like this will be publicly executed.

Fight the good fight.

PS And if you're pulled over for speeding, like I was the same night, do not be tempted to say where you were. You'll definitely spend the weekend in jail getting close to some smelly prisoner.