‘Crocodile Dundee’, ‘Zulu’, and ‘the concentrarion [sic] camps’

I have long been amused by the way a certain type of – especially stupid – person will twist absolutely every conversation about the Boer War into a pity party about ‘the camps’. One can be discussing the calibre of a 15-pdr, or the colour of the horses ridden by the 9^th Lancers, but – as sure as eggs is eggs – some bizarre fellow is guaranteed to pop up and start desperately playing the victim about ‘the camps’.

This was recently taken to a surreal extreme in the comments section of a Telegraph article about the film, ‘Crocodile Dundee’. Yes – you read that correctly: an article about ‘Crocodile Dundee’. It really takes a deeply pathetic level of victimhood to frantically shoehorn ‘the camps’ into the comments section of such an article – but these are the sort of people we are dealing with.

Anyway, the article itself was pretty interesting, and was about the modern-day ‘woke’ censorship of the Paul Hogan 1980’s classic:

This being the Telegraph, the comments section was (predictably) overwhelmingly against the PC reinvention of the film, with one person remarking that the Thought Police are now coming for other films too:

As you can see, this comment prompted a creature called ‘Sarel Cilliers’ to crawl out of the woodwork, frantic to display his ocean-going ignorance of South African history… which I felt the need to point out to him:

Now, you would have thought it was pretty well-known that the Buffalo River marked the frontier between Natal and Zululand at the time, and it is undeniable that the mission station at Rorke’s Drift was on the Natal side of the river. Sure, the British had indeed invaded Zululand, but the defenders of Rorke’s Drift were not ‘invaders’ – they were holding a position inside Natal.

Seemingly desperate to fulfill every laughable stereotype of a True Believer, a panic-stricken Cilliers then fell back on the ‘I am a South African – what do you know!?’ excuse that such people often deploy, frantically hoping it will disguise their pig-ignorance of history:

I have had this excuse screamed at me on numerous occasions over the years. Basically, when such people know they are losing the argument, they throw out the old: ‘what do you know about it!? I’m a South African and you’re not!’ nonsense… as if the simple fact of being born in South Africa causes one to automatically know every facet of the nation’s history – presumably by some form of osmosis?

However, based on my experience, I would say the exact opposite is true, and most South Africans – due to the propaganda they were force-fed during the Apartheid era, and the continuing reinvention of the nation’s history under the new regime – have a very poor grasp of their nation’s history.

So I pointed this inconvenient reality out to an increasingly-frazzled Cilliers:

Cilliers then – possibly for the first time in his life – quickly consulted an atlas, and, no doubt absolutely spitting chips, had to begrudgingly concede that his understanding of South African Geography was very poor:

I am not entirely sure that ‘form’ I have (‘form’ for pointing out historical inaccuracies, presumably?), but I nevertheless congratulated Cilliers on his progress:

But, having been humiliated by my exposing his complete and utter ignorance of the Zulu War (and perhaps fortified by a few fingers of Klippies) Cilliers decided it was time to deploy his Joker… yes, the fevered, Brandy-addled brain of Cilliers decided it was high time to start squealing about ‘the concentrarion [sic] camps’… in a discussion about the censorship of ‘Crocodile Dundee’:

As well as Cilliers being unable to spell the word, ‘my’, it was an almost unbelievable descent into victimhood and madness which prompted this measured response from Yours Truly:

The True Believers have provided me countless hours of entertainment over the years, and The Cilliers Show wasn’t over quite yet:

Along with announcing his racial superiority, Cilliers had taken the insatiably brainless lust for victimhood to a whole new level – as I pointed out to him:

Not knowing when to stop digging, Cilliers continued with some more blatant lies about South African history, and another unpleasant dash of racial supremacy (apparently only Afrikaners are ‘real’ South Africans – who knew!):

We were finally getting somewhere… Cilliers clearly has zero understanding of South African History (or Geography) and is obviously motivated entirely by a rather deep-seated Anglophobia. But as he admitted he was ‘educated’ (ie. indoctrinated) under the Apartheid regime, his pig-ignorance really should not be a surprise to anyone:

Cilliers is clearly a very ignorant and rather pathetic fellow, but is there any reason – one wonders – for him to choose an article about ‘Crocodile Dundee’ to gleefully flaunt these failings in public?

‘That’s not historical reality, Cilliers… this is historical reality’