Thursday 28 May 2020

The Malady Lingers On

The Malady Lingers On
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017
Dear Mr President For Now
I was so delighted that you survived that insulting vote of no confidence affair, that I celebrated with a large helping of our national dish, KFC. Of course, I have every confidence that you will continue to entertain us with song, dance, magic, mystery and enthralling stories. I admire that Mmusi chap in the other party for his fine qualities but he is not a patch on you in the real business of politics in our country, namely, showbiz, smoke and mirrors. By the way, it is still our country, isn’t it? We haven’t done a basement bargain deal with those wise men from the East yet? I wonder if they spotted their potential friends and croni…, sorry allies, like that bright star, before they even loaded their camels. One can’t help but be reminded of the original wise men, except for the direction in which the gifts have been flowing. Of course, we are grateful to them for the paradigm shift in the recruitment business in South Africa. We must be the only country in the world where cabinet ministers and other key public figures are properly interviewed, reference checked, etc.
Musi and his crowd would probably turn our country into a deadly dull copy of Sweden, with their blinkered focus on service delivery. What boring lives we would lead. They would probably close down the Saxonworld shebeen immediately. That reminds me: could we celebrate your victory soon at that fine establishment? I’d like to invite Hlaudi, the Family, Messrs Koko and Zwane, as well as other deserving heroes and heroines. I need to thank all of you for making my job so easy. I suggest a toast in stout; something dark and bitter, as befits the occasion.
All that remains then is to root out those members who dared to act on the outlandish notion of voting according to conscience. How dare they even have a conscience? The lack of discipline in evidence these days is most disturbing. Stalin would never have tolerated such subversive nonsense. I heard some talk about use of lie detectors but, for most politicians,wouldn’t that be akin to using a metal detector to sniff out a particular nut in a scrapyard. Why reinvent the rack and the thumbscrew? The old ways have not failed you to date, so why break with a good, solid tradition?
Mr President, the song may have lost some of its fire, but the malady, er melody, lingers on.
Yours in the struggle to survive.
Richard

2 comments:

  1. #urgh this was when those ugly misfits were turning all our soe's into their own play-pen, with rubbishing, breaking and looting; and when questioned you would continously hear the same high pitched denial: 'it's not meee';the worst times that our country and its good people had to endure...., now better understood as #statecapture

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