
30 August 2013
26 August 2013
Colonel von Lettow-Vorbeck

Guerilla: Colonel von Lettow-Vorbeck and Germany's East African Empire, Edwin P. Hoyt (1981)
20 August 2013
Agent Kruger
Or, as he's also known in the film, Agent 32--a direct reference to South Africa's famed special forces unit, 32 Battalion, known by their enemies as Os Terriveis, or, The Terrible Ones. I knew several of these chaps during my time in Southern Africa. Big, burly, bearded guys from South Africa, Rhodesia, Australia, and Portugal who didn't take shit from anyone. The attitude, beard, shorts, braai, weapons skills, and accent in the movie are accurate depictions of these men. After the fall of the country in 1994 some of them joined private security firms operating in other parts of Africa, namely Angola. They're still around waiting for new work. Activate Kruger !
Labels:
Africa,
South Africa
13 August 2013
A Word On Russian Alphas
As you know, I'm currently mentoring a young Russian hottie. Mid-20s, 8.5/10, enormous blue eyes. She understands the sexual landscape better than most young women I've recently met.
She constantly complains about the young American men around here. They don't approach her. They don't make plans for dates. They act like faggots. She wants, she tells me, a real man. Which, I suppose, is where yours truly comes in.
"You look Russian", she told me once, looking me up and down.
I smile. In truth I'm rather taller, bigger, and more Nordic-looking than most Russians. But I go with it.
"That's not surprising, since my people founded Russia."
"Really..."
"Yes I'm German and I'm going to invade your panties like my ancestors invaded your country," I said, laughing at my own words. One can't be too serious where girls are concerned.
"Really now? OMG you're so disgusting." She laughed.
She compares American men to the chaps of her native country. Russian men are more masculine and aggressive, she says, more violent, more prone to fight and fuck. "They let a girl know if they want her. And then they take her."
My imagination immediately goes to that book by Lermontov, one of my favourites. If you haven't yet read it, I suggest you do so post-haste. But more on him later.
Be bold and take what is yours.
Tomorrow belongs to us.
She constantly complains about the young American men around here. They don't approach her. They don't make plans for dates. They act like faggots. She wants, she tells me, a real man. Which, I suppose, is where yours truly comes in.
"You look Russian", she told me once, looking me up and down.
I smile. In truth I'm rather taller, bigger, and more Nordic-looking than most Russians. But I go with it.
"That's not surprising, since my people founded Russia."
"Really..."
"Yes I'm German and I'm going to invade your panties like my ancestors invaded your country," I said, laughing at my own words. One can't be too serious where girls are concerned.
"Really now? OMG you're so disgusting." She laughed.
She compares American men to the chaps of her native country. Russian men are more masculine and aggressive, she says, more violent, more prone to fight and fuck. "They let a girl know if they want her. And then they take her."
My imagination immediately goes to that book by Lermontov, one of my favourites. If you haven't yet read it, I suggest you do so post-haste. But more on him later.
Be bold and take what is yours.
Tomorrow belongs to us.
Labels:
Admiral Cod,
Lermontov
07 August 2013
What Women Want (Nigel Havers)

- Nigel Havers, Mail Online, 15 July 2013
03 August 2013
02 August 2013
01 August 2013
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