He'd already tried to join the Boers a few years back. The Boers were to 
Bud's kind of white trash what these Ashanti were to most of the blacks. Stocky 
blonds in suits or the most conservative sorts of dresses, usually with half a 
dozen kids in tow, and my god did they ever stick together. Bud had 
paid a few visits to the local laager, studied some of their training ractives 
on his home mediatron, put in some
extra hours at the gym trying to meet their physical standards, even gone to a 
couple of horrific bible-study sessions. But in the end, Bud and the Boers 
weren't much of a match. The amount of church you had to attend was 
staggering—it was like living in church. And he'd studied 
their history, but there were only so many Boer/Zulu skirmishes he could stand 
to read about or keep straight in his head. So that was out; he wasn't getting 
into any laager tonight.