Friday, 21 November 2025

The Truth About Mogotsi, Trump and the CIA

 Dear Mr Trump 


I am indignant, nay, angry, horrified, incandescent with rage at the alleged meddling of your CIA in our sovereign affairs.. In short I'm rather pissed off. 

The first hint of this alleged meddling... no, actually, as Paul Simon sang: 'all along there were incidents and accidents, hints and allegations'. 

One of the more recent indications that your fellows in dark suits have been at work in the Beloved Country was the accusation by Dr Ace Magashule that the CIA has been meddling in his political career.

 I scoffed at Dr Ace, thinking that he was using a 'the CIA ate my homework' type excuse.  I should have known better. After all, he has an honorary doctorate in philosophy from a Turkish university.  Philosophers are seekers after the truth,  Dr Ace, being one of the foremost philosophers in our country, or at least in the Free State, is hardly likely to lie.  Not the man who was awarded the sobriquet 'Acebestos',  for his experience and expertise with asbestos in buildings. 

All of this was brought to mind when Mr Brown Mogotsi give evidence at one of our many commissions of inquiry. He claims to have been working for the CIA. His behavior while giving evidence was very CIA-like: laughing into his jacket, casting sidelong glances around the room, giving off a furtive, secretive air and answering in roundabout generalities. He behaved very much like a spy, the sort of 'bloody agent' that Mr Malema once referred to.

Mr Mogotsi's ramblings were so weird and wonderful that they could well have been cooked in the same kitchen that produced the bizarre plot to destabilize Cuba by making Castro's beard fall out.

Now that I look back In anger, I see that it is quite conceivable that I too, was targeted. I believe that my many failures in business endeavours were because of CIA interference. The same applies to my failures in the field of romance. A very sweet lady in Texas dumped me soon after your inauguration, probably believing that I was dallying with the Democratic Party. She might have confused them with our own Democratic Alliance here in South Africa. Understandable, what with the donkey being the symbol for the democratic party and many of our politicians here behaving like asses.

My blood boils in similar fashion to the frogs that Mr Ramaphosa is said to be tending. More rapidly, of course (he is said to favour the long boiling game).

Mr Trump, I now call on you to cease and desist. Or, otherwise to stop completely. Do not force me to report you to our Human Rights Council who have been known to impose severe penalties on the corrupt, the thugs, the nouveau racists and others who have done enormous damage to our democracy. Examples are... oh, oh hang on.  I'll get back to you on that one. 

Failing that, I will bring a massive lawsuit against you and your wretched CIA, for sums far exceeding those normally paid to talented,  nubile actresses for private perfornances (that one just sprang into my mind - can't remember the context). I plan to engage the redoubtable Mr Dali Mpofu as my senior council. His success with lawsuits are the stuff of legend.... somewhere.

I expect to receive from you, in the very near future, a fulsome apology, together with an invitation (embossed, of course) to tour the White House and a few of your better known attractions. Unlike our Mr Cele, I generally deem it beneath me to accept 'freebies'. However, one might, in a show of magnanimity, demonstrating that we South Africans do not bear grudges, contemplate accepting such an offer, particularly if accompanied by some sort of per diem allowance (in US dollars), for expenses. Why should our president have all the fun with benjamins? We also do not send messages by drone to those who have offended us. You need have no fear on that score (we don't have  suitable drones anyway).

We do reserve the option to invade some small part of your country as a lesson and a warning. I'm thinkingTexas. Remember the Alamo.

Yours in solidarity, friendship and fraternal espionage.

Richard


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Tuesday, 18 November 2025

Holding our Heads and our Soup Bowls High

 It's good to know that our farsighted servants of the people in government have their priorities right. 


We have police officers, politicians, criminals and assorted fellow travellers scuttling away like startled sand crabs at the approach of General Mkhwanazi's footsteps. I imagine that private clinics are treating fingers scarred by furious, prolonged tapping, as emails and call records are wiped clean. The South African equivalent of Bill Clinton's "I never had sex with that woman (just shared a cigar)" reverberates in public and private places. The stench of corruption makes breathing difficult.

Other business goes on as usual: fraud and all its synonyms, gross incompetence and neglect wherever it is possible to practice the same and all that makes us the Land of the Free-for-all and the Home of the Bent. 

South Africans struggle, starve, sink into depression and despair, while heroes of The Struggle do their heroic stuff in parliament, SOE's and other traditional lairs of those who didn't struggle to be poor. 

Now, a Servant of the People could be forgiven for being distracted by these many horrors. But our lot, ears keenly attuned to the bugle call of duty, are not easily swayed. They are made of sterner stuff. It is vital to the wellbeing of every South African that we tweak the tail of the American eagle at every opportunity. I am, therefore, delighted that our government will not go running off to the US to do a G20 handover. What the hell! Let those arrogant Trumplodytes come here, if they dare. Even if it means sacrificing shopping and luxury hotel accommodation. We are nothing if not resolute. (A friend says that that is precisely why we are nothing).

So there, Mr Trump! We are not Nigeria to be trifled with. Don't think that we don't have a formidable army and air force. (We don't, but you don't have to think it). Our navy is fully prepared (not sure if that doesn't include at least one sub resting on the seabed, biding its time). We will not be bullied by the orange-haired One's USA. Crushed maybe, by tarrifs, restrictions and withdrawal of funding and trade agreements,  but bullied,  never!

We will hold our heads and soup bowls high, as we queue for chow and unemployment benefits. The Scuffle continues.


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Sunday, 2 November 2025

Nifty Ways To Loot Your Country

Nifty Ways to Loot Your Country


Tune of 'Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover 


The problem is all about your debt he said to me
The answer is easy if you connect politically
You didn't struggle to be poor but to be free
There are some nifty ways to loot your country

He said, “There's public money easily accrued
Furthermore, you can be sure
You won't be jailed or even sued
So I’ll repeat the theme
How to siphon off the cream

There are some nifty ways
To loot  your country
Nifty ways to loot your country ”
Keep the tenders on track, Jack
Bribe the main man, Stan
You can redeploy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the BEE bus, Gus
You don’t need to explain much
Join the ANC, Lee
And get yourself free
Keep the tenders on track, Jack
Bribe the main man, Stan
You can redeploy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the BEE bus, Gus
You don’t need to explain much
Join the ANC, Lee
And get yourself free

He said it grieves me so
To see you in a mess
But here's what you can do to guarantee success
I said, “I appreciate that
And would you please explain
About the nifty ways?”

He said why don't we be both just call some friends tonight
And in the morning I believe we'll have it all locked up tight
And then we called them and I realized he probably was right
About the nifty ways to loot your country
Nifty ways to loot your country

Keep the tenders on track, Jack
Bribe the main man, Stan
You can redeploy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the BEE bus, Gus
You don’t need to explain much
Join the ANC, Lee
And get yourself free
Keep the tenders on track, Jack
Bribe the main man, Stan
You can redeploy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the BEE bus, Gus
You don’t need to explain much
Join the ANC, Lee
And get yourself free

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