Long Live

 Dear ANC

That looked like a rather sudden, swift slide to mini-implosion. Truth is, though, it was inevitable. You should have seen it coming. You cannot dig holes and rip pieces off the slide without interesting consequences. Vision and foresight haven't been your strong suit. Hard to see the wood when you're preoccupied with the size, colour and location of each tree.

I do think reports of your demise are premature. You have history on your side. And food parcels, grants, cliches, song and dance. I'm sure that, like a character in a certain type of movie, you will rise again to haunt..., I mean, to fight on. 

Yeats wrote of a once beautiful, young woman:

I know not what the younger dreams - 

Some vague Utopia - and she seems, 

When withered old and skeleton - gaunt,

An image of such politics

Politics of the stomach and the empty cliche can also do that. Only balloons rise on hot air.

And Yeats might have had you in mind with:

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Yours in the struggle to adapt.

Richard 

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