The Mar-a-Largo Candidate

Explaining what makes Vladimir Putin a cruel, vicious dictator is as redundant as explaining what makes Count Dracula a  vampire.

Nonetheless, some of my friends, (including a famous Honourable Daughter),  see him as the modern equivalent of the Great White Father Across the Sea. So, for them, here are a few subtle hints.

It is common cause that anyone brave or foolish enough to speak against the Frowning One quickly ends up in the place - where - one - does - not - pass - begin nor receive R200.

His political opponents seem to routinely end up in the same place, or dead, or all of the above. 

A small detail that seems to have escaped the attention of that philosopher - statesman, Donald Trump, is that Vladimir is the cruel aggressor and invader in the Ukraine Special Operation. 

He ticks all the duck detection boxes, as applied to bullies, tyrants and dictators.

He looks like one, talks like one, walks like one. Ergo, he is one.

Of course the proof of the pudding is, as always, in the eating and it would be enlightening for the Great White Father worshippers to spend some time in Russia and shoot their mouths off with gay abandon. 

If Russia is indeed the forerunner of the Brave New World, then many economic and political refugees have not noticed. They do not exactly crowd the ships and planes to get there.  Many people express the desire to move to the great Satan,  the USA. There may be some who would give anything to move to the Big Cabbage, Moscow. I have not come across anyone who does. Perhaps you have. 

What is wrong with Donald? What does Donald Trump see that makes him worship  at Putin's throne? It seems as if he would willingly burn down Ukraine to please Vladimir. On that note,  let's make a prediction, namely that given all the leeway, this bugger (Trump), will burn the whole world down. The world needs leaders with compassion, character, competence and cool heads. The USA has gone for gigantic ego, hot heads, dubious character and bluster. That's not exactly a recipe for healing chicken soup for the world. So back to the question of why Trump's heart beats rapidly at the thought of Putin. Some possibilities.

Perhaps Trump is not as smart as he's reputed to be. Or he may be street smart, which doesn't always mean wise. 

Could Putin have something on him? Did he perhaps have a meaningful relationship with, say, a Russian actress?

Does he simply admire the man because he's always wanted to be a dictator himself when he grows up?

Is there perhaps a Brokeback Mountain thing going on here in plain sight of the whole world?

Here's my theory in the form of a short story. 

A masseuse  in an up market, elegant  massage parlour leaves her client to disrobe in the cubicle while she makes an urgent call. 

"Comrade,  the orange - haired man is here. Shall I now use the special lotion that you gave me?"

"Excellent. Yes, go ahead". 

"Is it true, comrade, that the lotion will release nanobots through his skin". 

"Da, comrade. These will make their way to the relevant part of the brain and every time he hears the word 'Putin', he will go into the ecstasy that a spaniel goes into when the master shows up"

For Manchurian Candidate, substitute Mar-a-Largo Candidate. 

That very afternoon, Trump's secretary pops into his office.

"I'm done for the day, sir, and if it's okay with you, I'd like to put in an extra day's leave after Thanksgiving."

"Thank you Stella. Of course you may".

He pauses. A blankness, like a veil, falls over his face.  His eyes glaze over. He mutters the words "put in". 

"Are you alright sir?"

He gives himself a shake. 

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. You go off and enjoy yourself". 

As the secretary's footsteps echo down the corridor, he picks up his telephone.

"Vladimir", he says.  "What do you need me for? You know that I'm yours to command."

"Ah, Donald, my good and faithful friend," says the heavily accented voice at the other end. Yes, there is this thing with Ukraine...."

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Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

 Is Mr De Ruiter  back at Eskom? 

That's the only explanation for this new plunge into accustomed darkness. After all, if memory serves, the ANC and friends dubbed him the prince of darkness, blaming him for our power troubles. I recall Mr Mbalula calling him a racist and a 'right wing', both of which characteristics are bound to destroy any power utility. The 'right wing' thing put me off my favourite KFC offering for months.

And things were going so smoothly before the national elections. Cynical South Africans read all sorts of nasty things into the coincidental timing. Of course it's coincidental. These things happen. Have you not noticed an increase in acts of generosity, visibility and church attendance by politicians around election season? Just part of the mystical rhythm of life - like the seasons.

No sooner had we voted in municipal elections than the lights all went out in Massachusetts. A fitting metaphor, perhaps.  Now repeated after national elections. Could it be that the universe is  telling us something, fellow South Africans?

There's a more prosaic explanation, namely that  past performance is usually a reliable indicator for future performance. Ah, but we are slow to learn. So caught up are we in airy revolutions, gorging on racial hatred, resentment, the joys of victimhood and the other pastimes that make South Africa a 'green and pleasant land', that commonsense and the plain truth elude us. The ANC can neither do the barest basics expected of a government, nor just tell the truth about what the devil is really going on. Still, so many windmills to tilt at, so little time.

There is really only one revolution that matters. Liberation from the tyranny of group think,  useless slogans, clichès and the lies and manipulation that cover a multitude of politicians' sins. In the confessional, these would include:

Broken promises, 

Commitment to incompetence and buffoonery,

Lies by commission and omission, 

Corruption and winking at corruption,

A mystifying lack of humility that never acknowledges the failures, the lack of knowledge and / or ability that shine as brightly as the Durban sunshine,

Failure to lay out a vision and a strategy that South Africans can get behind,

Promoting division, resentment and racism,

And, as the advertisers say, there's more.

There's much careless talk of treason following Afriforum's activities in the United States.

But what about the list above? How's that for a concerted, diligent and already partially successful attempt to destroy the country?

Bend it any way you wish but a government that, over decades, cannot keep the lights on, nor address the issue coherently and intelligently is not worthy of the name.

But, vote on, dear fellow South Africans. That, too, is part of the mystical rhythm of life in the beloved country.

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Ramaphosa Goes to Washington

Encouraged by the  courteous, constructive discussions between Zelensky and the top men in Washington, Ramaphosa arrives at the Oval Office. 

Bouyed up by optimism, he wears a smile and has been careful to wear his best suit (out of respect for the sanctity of his surrounds). 

Trump: Welcome to Washington,  Mr Ramaposer. How was your voyage from South Sudan?

Ramaphosa: South Africa. And we flew.

Trump: That's what I meant.

Vance: South Sudan, South Africa. It's all Africa, isn't it?

Ramaphosa (frostily): Mr Vance, have you ever been to South Africa?

Vance: No, but I've watched YouTube videos. 

Trump: Mr Ramaposer, I'll be frank. We are unhappy about your attacks on the mighty dollar. You can't have it both ways: accepting our aid and attacking our currency.

Ramaphosa: That's not true. I personally kept billions of dollars under my....awkward pause.

Trump: We've given you billions in aid. Never once have you thanked us.

Ramaphosa: You've taken billions in gold, diamonds and other minerals from us and paid peanuts. Never once have you thanked us.

Trump: I don't like your tone, Mr Ramaposer.  You disrespect the Oval Office. (Wagging a finger). Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Vance chimes in. And you didn't wipe your shoes properly when you came in.

Ramaphos: ,  I find your comments patronizing and I'm insulted by the racist undertones. Would you be speaking like this to a European head of state?

Trump: You should have seen the going over we gave Zelensky. 

 Trump and Vance exchange glances and chuckle.

Trump: I'm offended by the racism slur. Some of my best friends are African Americans -  and Mexicans. But you should be a lot more careful about the company you keep if you're serious about having a positive relationship with the great USA. 

Ramaphosa (Huffily): We are a sovereign state. We won't be dictated to about our relationships.

Trump, red in the face:  Sovereign state! You're nothing but a shi....

Trump's stabbing forefinger connects with Ramaphosa's eye, just as the latter leans forward to fire off an angry retort. Ramaphosa swats the finger away. A shoving match gets underway.

"How dare you assault POTUS in the Oval Office!" Vance yells, crossing himself.

Heads bump and, in a reflex action, Ramaphosa shoots out a left jab. Trump reels, then headbutts Ramaphosa. Both men fall to the floor, clutching their heads. Vance gets in a couple of kicks to Ramaphosa's ribs. Secret service agents run up, guns drawn.

Trump rises unsteadily, hands raised to still the pandemonium and get the agents to back off.

"Ha, ha. Just a bit of robust diplomacy,  folks",  he says, helping Ramaphosa to his feet. 

"Of course, you fake news people will blow this out of all proportion. Thank goodness for real news channels like Fox." 

Fox journalists nod vigorously while erasing some footage.

"If we world leaders can't be honest with one another, what's the world coming to? Eh, Ramaposer?"

Ramaphosa nods shakily, dusting himself off and adjusting his tie.

Trump: Well, that was a fruitful exchange, wasn't it? Now, Mr Ramaposer, about AGOA....

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The Finger

On the government's coat of arms should be a finger raised in the universal rude gesture. 

I brought an elderly lady from an old age home to the nearby state hospital. They call it a hospital but it looks like a squat in a thoroughly disreputable neighbourhood.

She spent an entire day, mostly waiting.  A specialist, due in the afternoon, had not arrived by 8pm. I asked a doctor to find out when this would happen, as I would have to wheel her back to the old age home in the dark, through unsafe streets. 

"She is coming," the doctor told me, supposedly having called the specialist.

He just didn't say which day, month or year. 

It is far better to give the finger to weary, dispirited patients, than to lie. Lying is clearly not covered by the Hippocratic oath. At 9 pm, it's decided that the patient should spend the night. That decision could have been made much earlier, if anyone gave a fig. Ah, but then we are just South African citizens, not ANC royalty, friends or family. 

The next morning, I roll up, confident that all has been done. How stupid I am. 2 pm on this second day and all that has been done for the patient is to make her sit and wait, in a twilight zone where all communication has died a painful death. Drawing out the misery is a uniquely South African service skill.  State departments have honed it to a fine art. I speak to two sets of medical practitioners. One, like a good South African politician, makes a promise, then disappears forever. The other reports back that the doctor will follow up. Now where did I hear that before?

This government poison has seeped into business as well. Not for the first time, I queued at the only Capitec ATM out of three, that was still functioning. As in a Monty Python movie, the dreaded 'Out of Service' message proudly flashed on at the exact moment that I stepped up. Capitec, it's a fascinating business model that you have, sticking a couple of dead ATMs next to the sole living one.

Netflix has playing an intriguing game with a friend of mine, kicking him out at delightfully irregular intervals. And Netflix blithely continues, seeing no need for apologies or explanations that make sense to a rational human being. 

We are drowning in execrable service. And gulping down the stuff as we go. Have you been allowing this to happen to you - monkey business as usual? You shouldn't.

I am sure that there are some fine, compassionate, competent people somewhere in the swamp that our country has become.

We just didn't meet them on this occasion.

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None So Blind

"The ANC parliamentary caucus has expressed its "strongest condemnation of the rampant fraud and corruption uncovered at Eskom". | @gerbjan.  Thus reported one of our news agencies, with a straight face.

ANC jokes are so tiresome. Marching against crime, pontificating about the basic human rights of people in other countries (to water, safety etc.), eternally self-correcting and self-renewing, creating mythical Tintswalos, seeing Apartheid, a sinister, Bigfoot - like creature,  in every fumble, blunder and self-inflicted disaster. 

If you are going to lie, try to be consistent. Your minister of darkness, very early on in his stellar dance-and-tell career, said that technology, not corruption, was at the root of Eskom's problems. De Ruiter was reviled for daring to suggest that something was rotten, not only in Eskom but in the upper echelon as well.

The ANC is not alone. The people ultimately responsible for the steaming mess at the bottom of our pit toilet are the voters. Imagine voting in the fox to guard the henhouse, year in and year out, blood and feathers on his grinning jaws. 

If reason and commonsense were allowed under our tattered border fence as readily as illegal immigrants are, the ANC, EFF, MK and their bedfellows (or fellow bedwetters) would have been discarded at the polls a long time ago. Show me one positive thing that these merchants of misery and mischief have done for South Africa. Show me one thing that they have touched that has not turned instantly to excrement. Show me what thirty years of ANC rule, many years of EFF prancing and yapping and MK's directionless dancing and singing have achieved for you, fellow South African. Our politicians love the word 'fokol'. One can see why.

If you ask me for proof of non-performance, incompetence, buffoonery and indifference, then you clearly have not read or watched the news for thirty years. You have gone about your daily business with eyes tight shut. I cannot help you, Rip van Winkle. Go back to sleep.

I write this at a state hospital. It's a drab, dingy place, the overall appearance and atmosphere better suited to one of the more notorious prisons. Walls and floors are cracked and peeling. 

Tired, bewildered patients shuffle from station to station, while staff shuffle papers endlessly. One would think that the business of this hospital is paper, not patients. Medical and clerical staff are generally brusque, sometimes impatient and sometimes seemingly angry at the world. 

"Go here. Go there," sums up most of the communication from the angels of mercy. A nurse set up a drip for the person I was accompanying.

"What happens next? Where do we go to?" I asked, trying to avoid the black hole of bewilderment that tends to follow each stage of treatment.

Her reply did wonders for my confidence in our medical practitioners:

"I don't know. I'm just following the doctor's orders." 

"We too," I said. "If we just knew what they were!"

And our jocular president spoke, during a State of the Nation Address, of a state hospital that was better than private hospitals. 

Again, if you're going to lie, try to steer clear of science fiction and fantasy. (I just mention this apropos of nothing).

"How dare you? Who are you to tell us how to vote? It's our democratic right!"

I know of a guy who, in a show of extremely foolish bravado, drank a bottle of vodka, neat and in almost one go. It killed him. But it was his democratic right.

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Dudu or Death

Dear Honourable Dudu 

Thanks to you, I now know what it takes to be an honourable member. That was a fine piece of oratory, your tweets advising Floyd to eff off. I now have full confidence that you will address repo rate issues with gusto and finesse. I can clearly see that your deployment to parliament was a wise choice indeed, based on the fine qualities that we sometimes get a glimpse of from your thought-provoking tweets. The latest, of course, being a particularly choice example.

Your transparency is commendable. We see the soiled laundry.

I do not know what led to the falling out. You must have been sorely provoked, as we all know what a model of restraint, forbearance and reason you are. Floyd must have done something really bad. He did once put a chokehold on an impertinent journalist, so nothing would surprise. 

There were outpouring of support for you both. The most heartwarming of them all came from Apostle Deza:

"We’re NOT Confused Nor Misled. We are fully behind Duduzile. It’s Dudu OR Death! 😭😭😭🙌🏾 #HandsOffDudu Hands Off ✊🏾

Apostle Deza"

Such a ring to that: "Dudu OR death!" It's the sort of ringing battle cry you'd expect to hear in an epic like 'Lord of the Rings' or 'The Charge of the Light Brigade'. I strongly suggest that you adopt it as an MK war cry. I bet it would scare the living daylights out of anyone foolish enough to oppose you.

I scrolled through the thoughtful comments on X, casting more light on this family disagreement. Dear reader, a stroll down this lane will show you how strongly grounded the MK Party is in principle and sound problem-solving and conflict handling skills. They will never be shaken.

'Floyd is a factionalist he tried that in the EFF and CIC Julius Malema ended it, Commander Dudu never be shaken by this useless SG

#HandsOffDudu'

'We are still not confused. We are protecting our Sister Duduzile Zuma Sambudla from the Man who singlehandedly collapsed the VBS Bank. The only bank owned by Africans.'

'VBS Fraud Floyd Shivambu is a problem - he's a sexist and a chauvinist.

#HandsOffDudu

Proud African'

'He did bites Julius Malema so many  times, fortunately Julius Malema is immune to snake 🐍 venom and he wanted to sell the EFF to Rupert and failed.

Today he's seen biting everyone who's disagree with him in the Mkp .

Unfortunately he touched the wrong one !

#HandsOffDudu

Kate'

'They Will Expel Me Tomorrow…It Is Well With My Soul

OKSALAYO FLOYD IS USELESS!!!

#WeSeeYou

Duduzile'

'What I know is that Comrade Dudu can't betray her Father. She discovered something about mahonisi evil plans.

Battalion 54'

It is a little confusing. Floyd was going to add great value to MK, with his sound ideology and superior logic, according to such expert commentators as the respected Kim Heller. What happened to the sweet nothings that used to pass between Dudu, Floyd and Julius? As I place great value on the analytical skills of the Comrade commentators above, I again come to the reluctant conclusion that Floyd did Something Bad.

It's also surprising that, after denials and indignation, some of the comrades are asserting quite openly that Floyd did Something Not Quite Right at the VBS Bank. Begs another question: why, then, did you welcome him like a long-lost brother at MK?

All a bit messy, but I'm confident that wise heads, of which there is clearly no shortage in the mighty MK Party, will prevail. Any fears that one may have are laid to rest by this tweet:

'MK Party is strong than ever my Lord, don't worry about The EFF gossiping lies about Brother Floyd and Dudu

Coastland 24'

Yes, the proof  that the MK Party is 'strong than ever', is self-evident in these exchanges. 

Dudu OR Death!

Yours in the struggle against sexists, chauvinists, factionalists and other counter- revolutionary types.

Richard

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The Unquiet American

An American called Jason Hinkle has popped out of the backwoods or swamps recently, probably sipping at a jar of moonshine, as he praises Julius Malema. Of course, if you were here, mate, your pampered ass (trying to use terms you'll understand) would be singing a different tune. Julius has interesting thoughts about you, based on your complexion.

That must be strong stuff you're glugging. For you, Julius, Olympic class flip-flopper, race cardsharp, high life connoisseur, renowned for contributing nothing beyond clouds of hot air, is a hero. I wonder which of his heroic deeds you admire most: the dubious Ratanang Trust activities, his role in the VBS saga, the many hysterical outbursts and marches that added no value to our national struggles? Perhaps it's his oratory that gives you goosebumps, reminiscent of the greats: Mussolini, the little Austrian, our own Eugene Terreblanche. Or is it the way he can carry a tune such as 'Kill the Boer'?

In one of your mindlessly gushing tweets, you mentioned that he is fighting the banks. Yes, he allegedly did a good job on VBS, total annihilation of the enemy. I suggest that, instead of making inane, uninformed comments, Mr Hinkle, you return to catching catfish, brewing moonshine or whatever it is that you did before you became an expert on my country. You embarrass yourself.

South Africa has far too many Hinkles already, long deserted by commonsense, who fled in horror, never looking back. 

Some characteristics of creeping hinklesim:

* Spouting praise for public figures of dubious standing and achievement 

* Ignoring facts and track records for the warm sensation that comes from baying with the mob - not unlike that of urinating on oneself

* Scorning logic and sober analysis for the joy of wallowing in hatred, victimhood and wet dreams of revenge

* A preference for burning over building 

* An inability to understand that the intolerance, spite and reckless opportunism that you support, will bite you too, eventually. Ask Floyd and many others. 

There are populists and there are (a very few) people that you can trust to do the right thing for their country and future generations.

See a distinction there, Mr Hinkle?

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