How did I come to have dozens of MK followers on TikTok?
'Dear Mr Zuma
(The Scuffle Continues : Seeing The Light: https://thescuffle.blogspot.com/2023/12/seeing-light.html)
A (very) few readers did read between the bull and awarded me a 'fuseg' and 'msu@#$$' or two. These I promptly 'liked', as is my custom.
I expect many more fusegs and msu@#$$s once the realization dawns that the video was not exactly a paen of praise for the Dancing One.
This raises some interesting questions and thoughts.
Do many South Africans simply cherry pick whatever suits their ideology or theology, without engaging 'drive' upstairs? This could explain the worship of political idols with feet of very fragile clay.
Are irony and satire lost on many of our people? That could explain why rogues and charlatans get so many rides on the merry- go-round. Particularly when they should have left the playground with tails firmly tucked between legs.
Yeats wrote that:
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
In South Africa, Mr Yeats, we could cannabilise that to:
Heads with one thought alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a block of wood
To trouble the living stream.
I quote, for the umpteenth time, because it seems proved time and again:
'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....'
(The Scuffle Continues : 2020: https://thescuffle.blogspot.com/2020/12/2020_21.html)
In South Africa, the satire not only writes itself, but, like good manure, grows richer, riper and darker daily.
Here's to my many temporary MK followers!
Viva comrades, viva!
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