Why Jizzie Doesn't Smile Anymore.......
Deus Ex
-Deus Ex
Many of our comrades remain trapped behind Indonesian (slang for Japanese?) battle lines after the tragic war, which ripped our beloved country apart. Some of us have managed to escape and retell the horrors of living in Japanese captivity. This is the tragic story of one such man, Jizzie McGuire, who bravely survived months at the hands of his Japanese captors.....
In happier times, Jizzie recalls, he had a good life. Despite the rampant unemployment and skyrocketing inflation in South Africa at the time (and which still persists to this day), Jizzie had a job building houses. The pay, of course, was very low and left him completely destitute, but that was only a precursor to the horrors that would follow.
When the African-Japanese war began anew, Jizzie bravely sharpened his sticks, like many of our courageous countrymen, and trekked to the front lines. He fought in some small skirmishes with the invading Japs, but always lost once it became apparent that they had REAL weapons. It was only a matter of a few days before they captured him and he became a permanent POW in his own land. The terror of the Bamboo Cage awaited him...
"it wasn't so bad at first..." he recalled, his hands trembling and his sad, lonely, strangely enlarged eyes on the verge of tears. "They shoved me in a tiny bamboo cage. It was kind of relaxing. I could sleep, not have to worry about much, listen to the Japanese talk amongst themselves in their visceral, tongue clicking language, very relaxing. But then that first day of work came and it all went down hill very quickly."
At exactly 4am the following day, Jizzie was rudely awakened from his pained slumber by dozens of sharp jabs. The Japs had taken a cue from him and learned to sharpen their bamboo sticks. They jabbed him fervently in the ribs, stomach, and buttocks shouting, "Wake up Joe! Wake Up!". This torture continued for several minutes and was joined by a concerto of relentless tongue clicks and pops that rose into an all-encompassing noise that drowned out the world around him. Not unlike a beehive at full volume. One can imagine...
"I couldn't hear myself think. I was crying and screaming like a terrified schoolgirl for the entire ordeal. I wanted my kittens!"
After clawing his way out of his tiny bamboo prison Jizzie worked, every day, a grueling 18 and a half hours in the Kimberley Rice Paddy Concern and Distribution Center. All the while the evil Japanese overseers shouted, "You work Joe! Work Fast!" as he slaved away planting, harvesting, and cooking rice for his tormenters.
At the end of his grueling shift Jizzie would return to his prison cell for another round of poking and prodding, followed by a meal of raw fish guts and chicken gizzards. The constant shouting of "You Eat Joe! Eat! Eat Now!" still rings in his pumpkin-shaped head.
"It was awful food." he whispers, his coke bottle glasses thrown astray, his face in his hands. "But at least they had food. Not like Starving South Africa..."
This harsh treatment continued for several months and was continuously made worse. He was randomly violated and humiliated by bored Japanese troops who popped and whistled at him all the while. "I still can't look at tentacles the same way." he bawled out, tears over flowing from his cupped hands. "And I can never walk past a bamboo stalk again. Never!"
Jizzie's mind and cultural beliefs were violated as well as his body. He was forced to convert to the Japanese national religion, Hentai, while being held. He was subjected to scores of crudely drawn comic books and short films. He still cannot erase the images his innocent and eager mind.
After suffering for so long, Jizzie's friends who had avoided captivity in South Africa were miraculously able to scrape together enough cash for a moving ticket. Jizzie snuck out in the middle of the night and boarded the first donkey cart headed for South Africa, heading to Mmabatho.
"I learned how to cook rice and seaweed from the Japs." he explained later after regaining his composure. "The people at Bong Belly gave me a job because I was so skilled. Now I can make food and live in my home country again....without all the clicks and grunts...and being poked by sharp sticks..."
The PTSD he's suffered from his experiences as a POW gets the best of Jizzie sometimes. He is still not a well person. He is prone to fits of British, randomly spewing out meaningless phrases such as "'aving plates of meat shoved up 'is Jack and Danny was not 'is Rose Lee, mind you! If 'e could, Jizzie would 'ave their guts for garters, 'e would!" when asked about his experiences. He often accentuates his normal speech with cheers of "Pip Pip!" and "Jolly Good Show, old bean." He plays Cricket frequently in his off time, despite not having a team, the required equipment, or apparently even knowing the basic rules of the "sport." he also refers to himself in the third person often.
But despite all of this, Jizzie is glad to be back in his home country of South Africa. "I can help rebuild it." he says. "And I finally have my kittens back. My precious, precious kittens."
And isn't that what we're all looking for in life? Just a few kittens?
So, the next time you see Jizzie or any other South African who's returned from the occupied territories, show a little respect. They've been through a lot for their country and you owe them a chance at rebuilding South Africa, which has been torn about by irresponsible government and war. And for God's sake, don't you dare touch their kittens!
Comments
Can King Waseem government answer this accusations?
Freaking epic.
Truly terrible. It is a sad time when innocent women can be NE!ed at by passing ruffians.
Er, I mean...
It is a sad time when innocent netizens have anime inflicted upon them.
how sad those japs are ruining even the article dedicated to his sufferings. Poor Jizzie!
lol your still doing it aren\'t you
I take this time to cross over party lines, and pat Jizzie on the back. I also thank Deus Ex for this enlightening article.
I\'m terribly sorry to disappoint you all....but we are Indonesians....not Japanese...
I thought Indonesian was just slang for Japanese?
Jah Bless Jizzie.
I see that the Japanese are continuing to torment me with their taunting and threats to have their king deny my story with lies and slander. I don\'t know what hurts more, the actual torture I suffered or the denials and attacks on my character by my former captors.
I\'m not sure why those Japs are even in faraway Africa, much less reading South African newspapers. Go home you friggin\' arseholes! Leave me and my kitties alone! We will not stop fighting you until you leave all of S. Africa for good! I just got a pretty sweet gun too, so it won\'t be so easy to get me next time.
Nevertheless, good show, lad! Your story was spot on! It was difficult reading for me, as it brought back terrible memories that I\'ve been trying to shove into the far recesses of my damaged mind. I had to wipe my glasses a few times for all the tears. I also appreciate the support of me mates in the SA, regardless of party affiliation, although I don\'t much care for Mr. Vellos referring to me as a lady.
months :0
hasnt even gone 1 month.
Et tu, Bazti?
Oh and btw, Deus, I love the pic of me you included with the article, but it appears to be gone now. What gives?
I\'m pretty sure you can go back there safely now, Jizzster. Two guys did it on House of saddam last night and I\'m pretty sure it all worked out fine for them.
I still see the picture, Jizzie.
It\'s back up. I see it now.
Go back where, Leify, old bean? To Jap-occupied SA? Methinks not! Just the sight of those monkey men and the sound of their clicking and popping language will send me into flashbacks and convulsions. Don\'t piss on me back and call it rain, old chum.
You called it $80 well spent last night, pal.
Jizzie I hope high lighting your terrible ordeal has given you some closure on the awful Japanese perpetrations. Let us not never forget these injustices! The Japanese King can deny these stories all he wants but the proof is there, all over your scarred back and arse!
And now I can\'t see the picture. I\'m chalking this up to an in-game bug, this happens sometimes.
@ Lester
I have no idea what an \"Indonesia\" is, either. I should probably research that but I do believe you are correct, that it is some sort of primitive slang for Japanese.
It has certainly helped as a form of therapy, but the nightmares, flashbacks and physical wounds will continue for a lifetime, I fear. Scarred back and arse is only the beginning. I still have uncontrolled \"leakage\" and I had to increase the magnification in my eyeglass prescription due to their keeping my eyelids open with toothpicks and forcing me to watch anime and bukakke porn videos.
I\'m pretty sure they call themselves Indornasians because the Japanese still have a bad rep in some parts of the world. If they say they are someone else, they think that people won\'t fear \'em too much. We know better though. I know I do anyway.
@my mate Leify-poo. Yes, that was lovely. Quite nice indeed and well worth the money.
Huh, there\'s 2699 people in Japesia. That\'s nearly half the amount of people who\'ve been inside of you, isn\'t it?
Nearly. Seemed like more though. It was like they had a fricking conga line going right through my monkey cage. That\'s the way she goes though. The way she goes.
Indeed, I suppose your \'monkey cage\' must be pretty sore by now.
No, but my leaky arse sure is.
God hates you.
I don\'t know about that but he and the Japs sure have it in for my arse.
F8ckin way she goes he says. The way she goes.
Sometimes she goes, some times she doesn\'t go. That\'s the way she goes.
I can\'t help but agree.
Nice story... makes me ready to kick some Indio butt!
Superb (eUK MoFa and Prime Minister candidate). We shall do our best!