I dread turning on the radio or TV and listening to the news now a days. I see the EFF and ANC at each other’s throats. The DA doesn’t like either but the enemy of my enemy and all that, the smaller parties keeping their heads down minding their own business, allegations flying left and right, double dealings, promises made favours owed, then there is always someone losing out getting that shaft; The guys that just want everyone to get along. Like bubbles from the power puff girls once said, “Can’t we all just get along?” I think I might be repeating myself? It actually reminds me of an average day at the office though.
Not only am I seeing this pattern in my work place and my country but even across the pond, the trump circ du sol that is America right now. Need I say more? Let us not forget about the heavy corruption and poverty in Brazil and the backlash against the Olympics being hosted there as the Brazilian people demand better schools instead of fancier stadiums. Sound familiar?
Billy Joel and the words of that one song echo in my mind “We didn’t start the fire it was always burning since the world’s been turning,” indeed Mr Piano Man such words of wisdom. But what do we do with it? Surely we cannot accept our fate and let the world walk all over us? “Rebel” Brian squeaks out an unsure suggestion. A yes we could rebel, we could burn stuff down and demand change, and pick up some black market contacts smuggle in a few thousand guns and start a cosy little rebellion, but since when has that ever worked out for the little guy? “Bad idea,” Syria would say if it could speak through the piles of rubble that is the country’s main attraction.
Well rebellion is out, what other options do we have? Maybe we can write a sternly worded letter to someone? Throw in a few words like disappointment for good measure. It would be an ideal solution but it might get lost in the mail.
My only other option, plan Z, the final solution…we build a rocket ship and flee the earth to start a new life on the moon like that one Tin Tin cartoon with the laundry drying in a complete vacuum. I will be temporary supreme lead – I mean president, just until an attempted assassination and a couple of failed coupes, then I will declare free elections where two dozen political parties with opposing views will fight for the votes of the 10 remaining residents left after the civil war of course. What did Billy Joel say again?
