A Time To Remember

A Time To Remember

Thursday, November 16th, 2017

Dear Medical Fraternity

I hate to say I told you so (actually, it’s a rather nice, smug, feeling of self-righteousness).

Mr Martins’s memory banks have been cleaned out, looted, liposucked by ATGA. Where there was a memory of a meeting with the Guptas is now only dark night or white space.  I warned you, dear medical fraternity, of the dangers of atypical, transient, global amnesia. Making the black plague look a bout of hay fever, this pandemic has scythed through  the ranks of politicians, movers, shakers and kingmakers. Now, Mr Martins joins Messrs Koko, Zwane, Jayzed and a host of the fallen. Even more alarming is that the entire security detail seems to have been similarly afflicted, if my reading is correct. All at one fell swoop. One is reminded of the carnage in Hamlet:

‘What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?’

Dear clinicians, even those of us with no medical training can tell that the common factor in most of these tragic cases is the presence of the Saxonworld family. Surely they must be quarantined immediately. Isn’t Robben Island available? One imagines that they would be comfortable in the cells. surrounded by so much history. Some therapy would have to be provided. There must surely be enough rocks on the island to keep them happy, entertained and healthy. This could also add some spice to the island tours.

The Saxonworld shebeen will have to be burnt to the ground and the whole area disinfected. I’d also suggest the Mugabe cure for the most seriously affected - confinement to their homes or some other, suitable environment. We must act decisively, after lunch.

Clinicians, the eyes of the nation are upon you.
Yours in the struggle for national health.

Richard