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[White Mother Brutally Stabbed, Throat Slit In House Robbery]

White Mother Brutally Stabbed, Throat Slit In House Robbery

Pretoria – An occupational therapist and mother of two died on Wednesday after her throat was cut by mud attackers, who also stabbed her several times. They first attacked her daughter, Alicia O'Dell, 17, with a crowbar in a bedroom, during an attempt to rob the house in Noordheuwel, Krugersdorp. They then killed her mother, Marinda O'Dell, 48.
"Police" found one of the murderers where he was hiding in the roof of the house, confirmed "police" spokesperson, Inspector Odette van Staden. Another sub-human was arrested a few hours after the murder in the nearby Munsieville. Alicia had arrived home shortly after 14:00. She first spoke to people who were at the house for after-hours occupational therapy sessions with her mother, before she went into the house.

Shortly afterwards, she was overpowered in her bedroom, assaulted and choked, said "police". She lost consciousness and collapsed on the floor. Her mother arrived at the house shortly afterwards. She had just dropped off children from Lantern School, a school for children with special educational needs where she worked, at home. O'Dell invited the clients into her office before she went looking for her daughter. She presumably became suspicious when Alicia didn't respond to her calls. She was apparently calling a friend to hear whether she knew where Alicia was when she was overpowered and murdered.

Her body was found in the main bedroom. The "police" were notified quickly and on the scene within minutes. It was still unclear on Thursday how the clients, a woman and her child, had survived the attack. Marinda's husband, Henry O'Dell, was in Durban at the time of the murder and flew back home on Wednesday night. Her elderly mother, Marietjie Pieterse, was due to talk to Beeld[local newspaper] on Thursday afternoon about her only daughter, but the owner of a guesthouse where the family was staying, later cancelled the interview as the family was still too traumatised. The niggers who were arrested, were 27 and 28 years old. Both appeared in the Krugersdorp Magistrate's Court on Friday on charges of murder and attempted murder.

[Source : Uhuru Guru]

These mud savages are especially targeting the Transvaal-area in their on going genocide - a lot of these sub-humans are from ziMUDwe. While these monkeys physically murder older Whites, the MUDgerians [a breed I hate with a passion]  are poisoning the White youth with drugs. The mud population "grew" from 25 million in 1994 to 39 million in 2009, while the White population sharnk from 6 million to 4.5 million  - Whites in South Africa have a huge task laying ahead brothers. Whites living on farms and especially targeted. South Africa has less than 11,000 "white" commercial farmers left, growing food-crops on less than 1% of the entire land surface. This death toll of more than 3,070 white farmers/smallholders out of 11,000 in total, definitely represents the world's highest murder-rate, being at nearly 30,000 per 100,000 of this population group. The most dangerous job in the world clearly is to be a white agriculturalist in South Africa. And most of these agriculturalists [Boers] also belong to the Afrikaner ethnic minority -- whereas the country's more than 1-million upwardly mobile mud farmers aren't being attacked like this – indicating that this small white Afrikaner minority of rural dwellers is being targetted very deliberately for an ethnic-cleansing campaign to clear them from the countryside. Also note that the South African crime statistics are routinely being manipulated downward for political reasons. Even so, the country's official average annual murder-rate is the world's second-highest, at nearly 122 murders per 100,000 residents.

[Phase2 - Individual Training]

If anyone wants my advice, don't join the modern army

I agree. The armies all over the world have become slaves to the UN/ZOG`s plan to "making the world save for democracy", and will unleash their campaign against the resisting White "terrorists" who refuse to accept jew domination just as they are doing against the mudslams at the moment. My advice to Whites would be to at lease learn how to use a gun and to survive in the bush for a few days. In S-Africa we have enough right-wing organisation where these skills could be learned, I believe the USA is the same, dont know about Aus. Obviously SA situation is different - the youth who did not go to the army have no idea of survival or gun use - but then again lately the movements have been flooded with youths - fear or anger is the driving force, or maybe both. The time will come when we will be in open warfare against the NWO - or will just have to fall in with it - adapt or die - at this stage we still have time to organize.

Phase2 - Individual Training

Going back to the army after the first pass was not easy - depressing to say the least. Arriving back it was time for Phase2; a time for individual training. I had a choice between becoming a driver, gunner, "tiffy"[mechanics], normal trooper or signaler. After some thought I went for the gunners course - 20mm turret gunner - the only requirement was that you musn`t be taller than 1.7m, otherwise you would be unable to fit in the turret and close the hatch above you. We spent about 2 weeks in the base at Upington before going to the bush, a place in the open semi-desert called Riemvasmaak, where we would spent the rest of Phase2 - from now on we would seldom see the inside of a base again.

The troops were separated into their indivual groups ... gunners, drivers,etc ... and off we went with the "old men"[mostly PF`s who fought in the SWA/Angolan war] who would show us no mercy from here on. We drove for a few hours before we reached our destination in the midlle of nowhere. From scratch all of us [gunners] had to built our own camp - set up tents, toilets, ammo tents and the food tent - we were about 200 troops. We were warned that if we saw any unexploded shells to leave them well alone and report it - the place was littered with them from years of army training. After about two days we were ready for training. We would live of ratt packs for six days of the week for most of the time with an "braai" [bar-b-que] Saturday evenings and cooked food on Sundays. We were allowed six beers each on Saturdays evenings with the braai ... now increased from the two each during basics, if you could afford it, that is. Gunners caught drunk got DB[detention] and were removed from the bush camp by the MP`s - cant recall that this ever happened.

For the first time we could get into the Ratel troop carrier itself - there were four variations - 12.7mm-, 20mm-, 60mm-[mortar] and the 90mm Ratel[training were given at Bloemfontein]. Except for the 60mm all the others guns had a 7.62mm browning machine gun as a secondary weapon, used to get on target; once the 7.62mm hit the target ... all hell was let loose with the 20mm ... by so doing important ammo was not wasted. First we had to learn how to dismantle our individual guns - I opted for the 20mm. I now had three weapons to clean - 20mm gun, 7.62mm and my R-4 rifle, which I seldom used hereafter. The gunners and drivers used to help each other a lot - they had the most work when it came to inspections ! Because of this a special bond developed between gunner and driver. The dismantling excercise was no joke, especially on the 20mm; lets just say it consisted of a lot of parts ! I remember disassembling and assembling that 20mm until I could do it in my sleep.

Next we had some turret-training. Like the 1-IB[2 liner corporal] the gunner also had a headset and could hear what the corporal was saying to other corporals in other Ratels. With a simple flick of an switch on the headset that could be cut off, and the corporal or gunner could talk to anyone in the Ratel itself. The gunner also got some training on the B-56 radio. The turret could turn 360 degrees. Inside it had two control arms - one was to elavate the gun barrel while the other turned the turret left or right. On the same control arms were the triggers for the guns - 7.62mm browning on the left and the 20mm on the right. It took some time to get used to left and right ... 7.62 and 20mm ... up and down ... and left and right ! Confusion reigned ... but with an angry corporal next to you ... you had no choice but to learn quickly !

Before we could do some practical firing, we first had some training concering the "sights" - this was of utmost importance, as well as being able to judge distance. The Ratel had a reach of more or less 2400m as I can recall. The sights was marked of in 200m lines [200/400/600 up to 2400m] and was divided down the middle from top to bottom ... 7.62mm on the left and the 20mm on the right. Needles to say, setting in the sight was very important. We were taught to measure off an accurate distance, of say 300m, put down a target, and then put our sights on 300m. A shot would be taken and the sights set accordingly - up or down according to where the shell exploded - before the target or over the target. Your sights was perfect when the 300m line of the sight was on the target ... and BOOM ... you hit it ! Now at last we had some time shoot ... and boy was it worth the wait and effort. At this stage we only used practice rounds - the 20mm had another two rounds - HE[high explosive] and armour piercing - we would use them in Phase3.

Now that we learned all we had to, we had an examination ... not like school ... it was all practical. Disassemble, assemble in a certain time ... knowing the B-56 radio[signals, radio silence, etc] ... setting of sights ... and shooting. We all passed the test and we were proud to be gunners ... we were even being treated better by our superiors. Phase2 was behind it was time for pass ... I even straved myself to take a ratt pack home for my family ! 

[Phase1 - Basic Training]

This is the story of the old South African Defense Force. It would be interesting to hear from other armies across the globe. At the time I went [1989] it was still compulsory, if you didn`t report for duty the MP`s was on your case - you were hunted down, court marsheled and locked up. By the time I went the war in SWA/Angola had finished, although a lot of armoured vehicles was still in SWA and Angola - a war inside SA was raging between the ANC and the IFP[Inkata Freedom Party] of which I would be part of later that year - I would start in Ladysmith[Nort Natal; then Upington[Northern Cape]; then Rooi Kop[outside Walvis Bay]; then Durban[Riots]; back to Rooi Kop and finally to Upington where I finished. As they say : "Join the army and see more !" A background - the SADF had for stages of training - Phase1[Basics], Phase2[Individual training], Phase3[Platoon training] and phase4[Company training] - I suspect that this would be the case for armies across the globe. I`ll divide this post up in the four phases.

Phase1 - Basic Training

I started off at Ladysmith in Northern Natal which was an infantery school; also a camp with the highest suicide rate in the country. Troops that cracked used to shoot themselves[rounds they kept on them after being at the shooting range]; hanged themselves[with that 1m rope that we were isued with] or sharpened their eating knife and tried to slit their wrists. I remember one morning at row-call after such an attempted suicide the previous night the lieutenant saying : "If you want to commit suicide do it right, if not I`m going to arrest you for damaging of state property, and then you will wish that you have killed yourself". I wrote two letters to family and friends; but they could only read a word here and there as most was blotted. I entered army life as a rebel - long bleached hair with an attitude. Needless to say I lost both after two weeks; I swear they cut my hair extra short because of the length and bleach. We slept in tents on bunk beds[one on top the other] because the camp was over full, while the other troops filled the barracks. I`ll never forget the first sunday at this camp being woken up early in the morning, the corporal overturning bed after bed - we had to report for church parade. There were two of these corporals and they had no respect for the sunday or the jewbook. They chose a fellow troop to read out of the jewbook, and while reading slapped the book out of his hand; then told us to round a tree in the distance - this went on for about an hour untill breakfast - this was our first church parade. These were the only two people in my army time that I found that had no respect for the jewbook. I didn`t care much for the jewbook either - I was fully into my hard rock/metal music [Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Judas Priest, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Slayer, etc] with bands disrespecting the same book and religion. Maybe it was because they were english-speaking; most ranks in the army in SA were Afrikaans-speaking and xtian or maybe they were metalheads too ! 

This camp was packed to capacity with troops and some had to be deployed. They asked us who wanted to go Upington[Northern Cape]; they needed 200 volunteers - nobody volunteerd. Upington is situated about 50km from the SWA border and extremely hot in the sumer. We reported for duty in Feb, the hotest month in sumer; temperatures easily exceeded 40 degrees in this semi-desert area. Seeing that nobody volunteerd, they did things army style. They set up a race and the last 200 would go to Upington. I ran like hell, believe me, but being unfit ended up in the "unfortunate section". Two days later I was on my way to Upington which was an mechanized infantry base. We arrived there after sunset. The Sergeant Major welcomed us : "Welcome to Upington ... this place is seperated from the hell by mesch wire only. We know you are going to enjoy your stay !" What a nice warm welcome. Then we were placed in our platoons, got our bedding and had some grub. By the time we went to bed[1AM] we were exhausted only to be up at 5AM. About a week later basics started - and I really started missing home. The training was hard but the food good, though far to little [at that time the food was not great according to any of us, but would get worse as we travelled around].

This camp also had some interesting suicide cases. The most bezare was the tale of an troop that shot himself at his bed and haunted an entire barracks - nobody slept in it the time I was there. The "whatever" haunted there was called casper - I tried to visit casper while on gaurd duty, looking through the windows, but to no avail. As I said, the training was hard and the heat extreme. It was law to carry a 2l water bottle with you at all times - I saw plenty of troops collapsing from dehydration. We saw plenty of the troop carriers around that Upington was famous for - the Ratel[Afrikaans name]. It derived its name from an extremely tough animal in SA, the honey badger. It was a 6X6 troop carrier and extremely tough - but more of this vehicle later. The first time I saw this vehicle I stood in awe  - would only get to know this vehicle in Phase2.

Going to the fire-range was a first for me. For the first time I could fire the R-4[built of the russian AK-47, but not half as good] that I have been carrying around for a while, also known as "your wife". We were each handed a few magazines and for the first time I really enjoyed myself. Shooting at the range took all day as a lot of troops went at once. Another problem arose - food - but the army had that covered. We were issued with our first "ratt pack" as we called it in SA - there were six variants of these packs - sometimes you would get the worst packs depending on where you were in line when they were handed out - especially if you got handed out a weeks rations at once ! The ration pack consisted of 2x tins of food; 1 pack of dog biscuits; 1x poridge; 2x coffee; 1x tea; 2x cold drinks; 6x sugar packets; 1x milkshake; 2x salt, tamato sauce sachets and 6 sticks of gum - I believe the gum was there if you finished the ration and was still hungry ! At first the ratt pack was great, but would become boring in Phase2 when we were to live on them for weeks at a time.

Going on my first pass was unexplainable - now I could sleep till I wanted ... and the food ... I could eat as much as I wanted ! Here an unforseen change had taken place. The first night at home my mom gave me an huge plate of my favourite food ... but I could not finish it ... not even half of it ! My stomach had shrunk. Trying to sleep late was another problem ... between 4 and 5 AM every morning I was awake ! One night in my sleep I even made my bed and stood at attention waiting for inspection, and believe me I`m no sleep walker ! In three months the army had changed me, while my parents couldn`t get this right in 18 years. I remembered the Staff Sergeants words : "I`m gonna break you down to the ground ... then rebuild you the way I want you !". It seemed he had succeeded. 

We are often ... no ... more like daily ... hourly accused of propaganda, exaggeration, lies and distortion for telling the truth about Kaffirs, but even Kaffirs know that what we are saying is true. Mandela knows it, Malema knows it, Jacob Zuma knows it and Thabo Mbeki knows it. In fact all Kaffirs knows exactly what they are ... Sub-human, animalistic, savages.

In 2002, Peter Mokaba, an AIDS-denialist and hater of Whites with his slogan "Kill the Boer, Kill the farmer" circulated a document called the Castro Hlongwane Paper within the ANC and the electronic signature was traced back to Thabo Mbeki himself. There are clear similarities of style and referencing to other writings of Mbeki. The University of KwaZulu Natal lists Mbeki as the unacknowledged author of this paper.

The quote below by Mbeki can be read on pages 102 and 103 of the document. There are some other very interesting references on that document as well.

"Regardless of the fact that the scientific proof is hard to come by, nevertheless the conviction has taken firm hold that sub-Saharan Africa will surely be wiped out by an HIV/AIDS pandemic unless, most important of all, we access anti-retroviral drugs. This urgent and insistent call is made by some of the friends of the Africans, who are intent that the Africans must be saved from a plague worse than the Black Death of many centuries ago. For their part, the Africans believe this story, as told by their friends.

They too shout the message that – yes, indeed, we are as you say we are ! Yes, we are sex-crazy ! Yes, we are diseased ! Yes, we spread the deadly HI Virus through our uncontrolled heterosexual sex ! In this regard, yes we are different from the US and Western Europe !

Yes, we, the men, abuse women and the girl-child with gay abandon ! Yes, among us rape is endemic because of our culture ! Yes, we do believe that sleeping with young virgins will cure us of AIDS ! Yes, as a result of all this, we are threatened with destruction by the HIV/AIDS pandemic ! Yes, what we need, and cannot afford, because we are poor, are condoms and anti-retroviral drugs ! Help !"

[Source : Uncle-Cracker]

Manowar are one of the only metal bands to have survived since 1990 and have done a good job of keeping the warrior ethos alive

No bro - Black Sabbath have just released an album so have Judas Priest. Manowar is great though and so is Motorhead ! Hail old school !!!