Oh Vu si weh denial
Oh we’ll play a happy little game of denial oh ye
We deny we were bad; claim we were always good except for them who weren’t, and they claim the same only in reverse:
And now we have a pretty pickle.
[well maybe… who else is in sight?] Il violencia continua… continua.

Bob the Roz never had this problem … well in the beginning anyway.
He issued orders … the violence stopped,
Only to flare in a different order.
State violence in place of the free market form.

Our violence is the product of freedom and the need
To assert primacy over the new domain.
Crime is the only legitimate free market activity allowed in the country… all other
Economic games are monopolised, cartelised, controlled, regulated and now on top of it all officiated or is that now
mediated
through BEE to be…ee
Too hard to please,too.

It is our own ‘sweet anarchy’ and there is some desperation as the realisation dawns that there will be no free handouts to those who did not walk in freedom’s shoes but hovered on the sidelines waiting for the crumbs.

And the handouts and the takeouts and the stakeouts are paralysing our development
For as the winners take all those who can make it work are no where to be seen.
Money spent on arms it is said could have funded a national
education
bond
system so that the kids who go into tertiary ed
to learn how to run the prize captured by daddy and his buddys
could bond themselves
to a lifetime’s payback
Learn now pay over the life of your career.

But we didn’t do that: we bought the guns, planes, boats and bombs to shrivel Indonesia [well who else is in the firing line?] and giveaway
to our enemies in the form
Of fruitless expeditions
to foreign places which exclude Darfur and Myan Mar where
the people cry for liberation from alien enemies that we ignore and pretend not to see
for those aliens are our friends and we cannot see motes in the eyes of friens list the log rammed up- our bums becomes eternal..

Ho say
The legs are coming off the pot
And the pot
Will fall down into the fire.

The children from Khutsong, shipped sheepishly out to no place, went to drink
Vast swathes of local booze:
And shag the local ladies.
Response: a clichéd outburst from outraged
Displaced
Local lads
Who attacked and ravaged the traumatised Khutsongese
In their shivering beds.
There was no relativity here, no sense of carefully stage manged evasions.

Meanwhile our saga over Vusi persists… Why should simple things like firing someone you don’t like be so easy
For the President and so
Difficult for me?

Certainly apparent choices of who should be fired and who not, do seem to affirm the need to have rules making firing of anyone almost impossible
Even for Presidents

But the court agreed he could and we couldn’t.

Every wannabee instant megastar of the new ruling order will be watching with baited breath to see how wonderfully rich a few can become at the expense of the many when the dastardly owners of foreign held companies
Are deprived of their
Rights to the fruits of their
Labour by a thief in the night in the disintegrating failed State of Rumbabwe.

It is often said that to repeat the same action over and over in the forlorn expectation of a different outcome is an indicator of insanity
I prefer to think… oh unfashionable thought… oh naughty thought…. That such behaviour implied… shall we say… a dulled intellect: not to be confused with stupidity to which it is cousin… and which could never be said to apply to our people.
Albeit cupidity on the [part
Of those disingenuous con-persons
Who will benefit from the theft at the expense of those too dull-witted/indolent
satisfied/uninformed oh fuck it all just plain too damm old fashioned stupid
to
Realise
that there is no such thing as a free
lunch as
The cliché goes… someone somewhere always pays
Usually by leaving the table
While you are feasting… so your children stay
behind
to wash the dishes.

Is it denial to tacitly accept that the violence with which we live….
Comes in part from the national idea that having power means being able to do what you like because you can
And want to: and being left out of the party means
starting your own.
And because we are unfashionably unenlightened we cannot
understand that the
rhetoric with which
We handled the struggle for
Freedom
Was only
rhetoric?

Rubbish… Tell that bullshit theory to the Amagents who
Have become rich on the proceeds
Of daring deeds and derring do

And we shall break the mirror
To steal the image.

NiK

Free Burma.

See also http://www.editred.com/nicholasjakari