Right-wingers continue to huddle and mutter about Armageddon. The Youth are supposedly led by a confused victim of social Down’s syndrome, and homosexuality has never had such a bad month. Ricky Martin and ET? Ouch. Obviously, the local crime scene experts have never watched CSI — letting an imaginary condom vanish, and failing to notice a tooth lying among the trappings of right-wing success (a blood spattered bed frame, a threadbare carpet and scattered rumours). Meanwhile, Julius has left Zimbabwe with all the goodies he needs to set up a Zanu SA franchise in Sandton, of all places, serving cheap and deep-fried sound bites to low-budget takers. It’ll be a tough day for the hungry when they realise that all they have to show for their loyalty is a stomach ache and a bitter taste, while the man they follow has only added calories to his own bloated, Gucci-upholstered belly that can’t stomach real questions. Funny enough, we do share some common ground — I also hate bloody agents.

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John Vlismas

John Vlismas

You can follow John on Twitter if you like @fortyshort. John Vlismas is an increasingly reclusive former hell-raising coke fiend and fall-down drunk. Now a scuba teacher and far better father; he is...

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