Taking The Bull

 Dear Ms Duarte 

There is no polite way to say this. It needs saying for our sanity.

I thought I might be going too far and too hard when I wrote this:

"If George Orwell had written 2020 in South Africa:

The party's ever-present slogans fluttered proudly from deserted dairy farms, vandalized railway stations and scorched public buildings:

INCOMPETENCE IS HEROISM

DECAY IS PROGRESS

BULLSHIT IS TRUTH"

Clearly not. Yours must be the Ministry Of Truth, then. Atop the steaming pile that has issued from various Party quarters, proudly perches your contribution. South Africa without the ANC could result in civil war. Comrade Tony did nothing wrong.

Madam, any discussion of these offerings would be as futile as analyzing the utterances of Chicken Little. As foolish as taking the temperature of a freshly deposited pile of droppings  by plunging one's hands into it. Why you persist, nay, accelerate in this headlong plunge into other-worldly logic is a far more interesting avenue to explore.

I don't think you are on bad crack or Durban's best (seeds not removed). Tempting as that assumption may be.

Could you be topping the office pool on who can make the most ludicrous utterances? Without being committed. That's understandable, then.

Is it the Zuma anointing? 

Is it a Macbeth situation: i am in bullshit stepped in so far,  that should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er?

I do understand that it could just be that there's no logical or sane argument on this planet anymore for voting for the Party.

Have I hit the mark? Am I at least as warm as one of those piles?

Yours in the struggle to survive the avalanche of animal waste.

Richard