South Africa plays the most violent, collision-hungry rugby on the planet, and it comes from a country that treats meat and fire as a national religion.
The Springboks win the way a wrecking ball wins. Back-to-back world champions, built around a pack of enormous forwards and a bench so loaded with them that they once named a seven-one split, seven forwards and a single back, then dared the opposition to still be standing at the end. Their entire game is the collision. They want to hit you harder, more often, for longer, until you fold. It is the most physical identity in the sport, and it grows in telling soil.
Because South Africa is, by a distance, the most carnivorous rugby nation alive. The braai, the open-fire barbecue, is the centre of social life there, a weekly act of devotion around a grid of sizzling meat. Biltong, air-dried spiced beef and venison, is the national snack, sold at every petrol station and chewed on the touchline. Boerewors, the farmer's sausage, is protected by law and has to be at least ninety percent meat to earn the name. Children grow up on kudu, springbok and ostrich, on a plate that treats animal protein as the obvious foundation of a meal. A Springbok forward is raised, quite literally, on the thing he is named after.
Now the pedant's objection, answered before it arrives. The modern team kitchen runs no headline carnivore protocol. Their dietitians use the same periodised sports-science plans as everyone else, carbs timed around matches, the lot. Nobody is claiming beef is a secret training hack. The point is more interesting than that. The meat is upstream of all of it, in the culture that forms the player long before a nutritionist gets near him, the braai in the back garden, the biltong in the school bag, the unspoken sense that a man eats animals and gets on with it.
Other nations reach a meat-heavy diet through a spreadsheet. South Africa reaches it by being South African. The same culture lights the braai and builds the man who runs straight through you. One appetite, expressed twice.
Her own father got her drunk… then raped her for four hours straight.
She couldn’t even walk afterward. Her uncle had to carry her into the hospital.
The rape kit proved his DNA.
She was left so broken she took her own life — because she couldn’t live with what her dad did to her.
And he’s only getting THREE YEARS?
This is not justice. This is a slap in the face to every survivor.
May he never know a single second of peace.
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I frankly do not know what kind of evil and inhumanity this video depicts, but it shakes you to the core.
It appears a dead Palestinian man, probably murdered, is lying on the street, and a group of Israelis essentially torture his body while laughing. They slowly run him over with their, going back and forth over his body.
No words.