Observing Jewjabbed Hell from Namibian Oasis

[Windhoek, 10/10/21]

I was supposed to leave Namibia by today, January 29th, but this week, I got a three-month visa extension. There’s always anxiety when your future is not in your hand, and though it took four trips to immigration, the process was smooth enough. On my second visit, the officer gave me a form to fill but wouldn’t lend me a pen because she didn’t want to catch corona from me, she said. This, after she had handled my passport! Covidiocy also exists in Namibia, then, though not nearly as common as elsewhere. That’s why I’m lingering.

To celebrate my new lease, I strutted into Hungry Lion to order, shamelessly and unequivocally, a $5 three-piece fried chicken meal, complete with limp french fries. Sensing my triumph, the large lady behind the counter greeted me with, “Ni hao!” I’ve heard that dozens of times here, same as in South Africa. Once, though, a young man shouted, “Konichiwa!”

Though Cape Town is a lot rougher than Windhoek, most residents of both cities are very soft spoken and gentle, though, of course, it would take just one violent incident to undo all that pleasantness. My Windhoek guesthouse has electric fencing and an elaborate alarm system, and there’s even a red emergency button in each unit.

Walking home, I saw Drago, so told him I’d be around a bit longer. Drago’s a 62-year-old Serb with a shop selling CDs, T-shirts, keychains and face masks. Escaping the Yugoslav War, he drifted through 17 countries, including Germany, Switzerland, Thailand, South Africa, Angola, Uganda and Zambia, before settling in Namibia, where he’s lived for 15 years. “Namibia is the best.”

Drago has applied for an American visa three times, but without success. Even for this far leftist, the USA is a magnet, if only to discover the reality behind the sexed up hype, the blubbery blob released from the strappy dress. Among the T-shirts Drago sells are those depicting Castro, Chavez, Lumumba, Lenin or Stalin, but he’s also something of a pan-Slav, so is a huge fan of Putin. The threatened war between Russia and the Ukraine distresses him deeply. “They’re my people.”

Since foreigners tend to outcompete locals here, Drago’s managed to buy a house and three cars, plus open three more shops in other towns. As Drago expanded his business, his Namibian competition remained static. Nodding towards an adjacent shop, Drago said, “He’s been exactly like that for 20 years, and he opened five years before I did. They’re not very ambitious.”

“That’s why they’re mellow. It’s the nice part,” I laughed.

“But if you can’t compete, foreigners will sit on top of you!”

Meeting Drago three months ago, I told him about my visit to Sarba, Lebanon, a village of Serbs stranded since 1249, when Crusaders were finally evicted from the area after 139 years. Perhaps stranded is too dramatic a word, since after eight centuries, Sarba is much more of a home than any place in Mother Serbia, and these Arabic speaking Serbs are as Lebanese as any other, except they’re not, for they still think of themselves as Serbs, but such is the persistence of identity, and pride.

Since whites, blacks and yellows have only been in North America for much less time, they’re actually more stranded than these Serbs in the Levant, but Arabs, too, aren’t native there either, so they’re also beached and marooned. Here in Namibia, Bantus are in the majority, but they only arrived 700 years ago, so they’re like obnoxious tourists just passing through, more or less, to disturb the tranquility of this Namibian gentleman. Me, of course.

Foreigners also dominate the faculty at the University of Namibia. There just aren’t enough qualified natives. Black Africans being outcompeted by Arabs, Indians, whites or yellows has often been observed, and to cries of racism, I have pointed out a similar phenomenon in American cities.

Here’s Evelyn Waugh on Addis Ababa in 1930, “There is [a] large hotel kept by a Greek, the Imperial […] There are two or three small hotels, cafés, and bars, kept either by Greeks or Armenians […] The shops are negligible; wretched tin stores, kept by Indians and Armenians, peddling tinned foods, lumps of coarse soap, and tarnished hardware.”

Waugh on Tanganyika [Tanzania], also in 1930, “Throughout Zanzibar and Pemba, Indians have obtained control of the entire retail trade; almost without exception every shop—from the tailor who makes mess-jackets for the Resident’s A.D.C. to the petty grocer in a tin shed up country who cheats the peasant out of a few pice in the sale of cigarettes—is in Indian hands. The British bankruptcy law seems to have been devised expressly for Hindu manipulation. From Zanzibar as far as the lakes, every magistrate tells the same story, of Indian traders who set up shop without capital, obtain goods on credit, transmit money to India, go bankrupt for the value of their original stock, and then start again. No Arab or European can compete with them, because they can subsist on a standard of living as low as the natives.”

Here’s Paul Bowles on Kenya in 1957, “Mombasa is more Asian than African in feeling. The shops are run by Hindus and Moslems who speak Gujarati or Punjabi, depending on which part of India they come from […] It was in the few dreary villages where the bus stops along the way that I saw for the first and last time some shops run by Africans. Not one in Mombasa, not one in Nairobi.”

Paul Theroux on Malawi in 2001, “Indians had been officially hectored in the sixties. The first president, Hastings Banda, had come to Karonga in 1965 and singled them out, berated them, accusing Indian traders of taking advantage of Africans. ‘Africans should be running these businesses,’ he howled. But many of the Indians stayed. In the 1970s the president returned to Karonga and denounced the Indians again. This time the Indians got the message: nearly all left, and those few that hesitated saw their shops burned down by Banda’s Israeli-trained Young Pioneers […] The shock to me was not that all the Indians were gone but that no one had come to take their place; that the shops were in ruins, still with the names of Ismailis and Gujaratis on them. The empty shops and the coffin makers gave Karonga the look of a city hit by plague, which in a sense was just what had happened.”

Without foreigners, Namibia would collapse, I’ve been told by an Indian resident here, and that’s basically what Theroux said of Karonga with its Indians chased out. None of this is very PC, but life is a fierce and often lethal competition among unequals everywhere. The bottom line, though, is that blacks aren’t just surviving in Karonga and elsewhere, but multiplying rapidly, so Indian stores aren’t essential, after all. In Angola, less than half of the houses have electricity or running water, but the population doubled from 2000 to 2020! One can’t just get by on next to nothing, but breed like Genghis Khan, almost.

At the start of the Omicron hype, Drago warned me to get the hell out before another lockdown is imposed, but Namibia can’t risk this. There would be riots.

Most Namibians survive by selling on sidewalks/roadsides or in informal markets. Spoon feeding an infant boy, a woman is planted behind an upturned cardboard box with just eight small containers of grapes. Bottle feeding her baby, a woman sits next to a display of sandals and cellphone cases. Passing often an old woman with a low, tiny table containing nothing, I naturally assumed she was a fortune teller, until someone told me she was selling cellphone top up pins. Since each pin costs just 67 cents, her daily profit can’t be much.

The kid beggars tend to be Damara, I was informed, “They just have children, and leave them to fend for themselves,” yet these kids, though mostly rail thin, don’t drop dead. “Thank you, uncle!” one cheerfully shouted after I handed him a few coins. Since it’s not really a magnet for immigrants, Windhoek’s homeless population is only a fraction of Cape Town’s.

With more time, I should make much more of an effort to see the rest of Namibia, but then again, I haven’t even explored Windhoek properly. I’m just exhausted, man, so stop harassing me, OK? I grow old, I grow old, and all that. I’d jump at the sight of a fresh peach. Backwards, I mean.

Speaking of which, I’ve noticed that nearly all the flyers for herbal or witch doctors, here and in Cape Town, list “penis enlargement,” “erection problem” and “early ejaculation” as the three most important problems to be solved, with financial dire straits coming after, if mentioned at all, so those are the priorities in southern Africa, it seems, and who’s to say they’re wrong? What’s the use of being a billionaire if your dick is a joke?

Seriously, though, to even worry about your genitals means you’re not threatened with life and death issues, such as losing your job if you’re not “vaccinated,” having your business ruined because “vaccination” mandates have chased away customers or, worst of all, knowing you have likely poisoned yourself or your kids because you agreed to be Jewjabbed.

Scanning the news this morning, I was confronted with yet another sickening absurdity, “Fauci says he hopes FDA will authorize Pfizer’s Covid vaccine for kids under 5 in the next month.” Though I wrote “Mass Child Sacrifice in Plain Sight” on November 18th, 2021, I would rather have been wrong about such a macabre assessment, and it’s still not too late to save millions of children. At the very least, don’t murder your own.

A screenshot of the article also reveals quite a lot about where we are. To the right, there’s an ad for a CNBC documentary series, “American Greed,” with these headlines below it, “The latest Covid variant is 1.5 times more contagious than omicron and already in half of U.S. states,” “Jim Cramer’s advice for young investors who want to build wealth in the stock market” and “Pentagon leaders warn of a horrific aftermath if Russia invades Ukraine.”

So we have 1) a mass murdering doctor pushing a genocidal Jewish “vaccine” on infants 2) a nebulous “variant” to drive people towards the same Jewish weapon of mass destruction 3) a Jewish financial advisor who said on 12/1/21, “So it’s time to admit that we have to go to war against COVID. Require vaccination universally. Have the military run it. If you don’t want to get vaccinated, you better be ready to prove your conscientious objector status in court” 4) The Pentagon blaming Russia for a war among Slavs it’s provoking, and let’s not forget the American backed president of Ukraine is a Jewish comedian, Volodymyr Zelensky.

All of this is on CNBC, which is owned by Comcast, whose CEO is the Jewish Brian L. Roberts.

Is it a surprise, then, that Comcast nixed a paid message featuring Maddie de Garay, a 13-year-old paralyzed by the Jewish “vaccine,” Pfizer?

Why would Roberts offend his buddy in the Synagogue of Satan, Albert Bourla?!