Malacoda from Malebolge

We cannot but agree with the high officials of the Tshwane Council, Messrs Lekhobye and Jaca, bemoaning the death of their “member“, Sergeant Mogale, brutally beaten to death by Bees Roux for allegedly blackmailing the brute. Those addressing the funeral goers stressed the power and evil resident in the man; no wonder he is called “Bees” they say. (Have they ever looked into the eye of a cow one wonders; a dark pit of evil and malignancy.

Now, to kill a man with your fists; how terrible is that? No finesse I say, I would’ve, like the police often do, just shoot innocent bystanders and apologise afterwards; at least that is deemed for civilised and it is generally accepted without too much hoo-hah.

Howeve, as the high officers of the great city quite rightly said today; using a prisoner’s credit card and blackmailing is absolutely no reason to get upset. These wild white beasts must learn forgiveness; like the woman who was raped by police officers in Kempton Park – she did not go off, beating cops to death left right and centre now; did she?

Anyway, now that the spirits of all dead, crooked cops have been urged, by the nice gentlemen of the council, to haunt and lie in ambush of those like the monstrous Bees and others like him, the strip clubs in the South Africa will be in for hard times, believe you me. This will put the fear of death into men frequenting such places, after all, nobody wants to leave a strip club only to be confronted by the ghost of a crooked cop demanding you car keys, your credit card and on top of it all, threatening to tell your wife about your nocturnal pursuits.

It is ironic that the calm, unassuming, incorruptible and distinctly non-material sergeant (as described at the funeral) now stand accused of blackmail and corruption whilst the gentle Bees who could not harm a fly (according to his fiancé) is accused of murder.

I have been ranting, to the dismay of some, who from time to time, can bring themselves so far to “click” on my blog.

Scanning the news today I’m rather surprised to see my race inspired pessimism is not all that implausible. It seems many people across the political spectrum hold the same views; imagine that.

A few interesting reads for the day – don’t be too concerned, it may just be a media conspiracy;

Mines Poisoning water

MPs launched a scathing attack on the department of mineral resources' mine rehabilitation programme.

ANC MP Roy Ainslie said the department's plan to rehabilitate the polluting mines was "virtually non-existent".

The Department of Mineral Resources are far too busy assisting the Zuma’s, Guptas and the likes of Goundin to steal mineral rights and raiding mines into bankruptcy to care about a bit of poisoned water now, aren’t they?

SA's mining industry in decline: An analysis

Address by Peter Leon Partner and Co-Head of Mining, Natural Resources and Environmental Law, Webber Wentzel, Chair, Mining Law Committee, International Bar Association to Miners from the Frontiers Conference, Macquarie Connections - Macquarie Capital (Europe) Limited, Grange St. Paul's Hotel, London, September 1 2010

Although I am delighted to be here today and am grateful to our Macquarie hosts for the opportunity, which has brought me to you via Kazakhstan, I doubt whether this invitation would have been extended six months ago when South Africa was on the verge of hosting a highly successful World Cup, which astonished the world, and the South African mining industry was rapidly recovering from the 2008/2009 financial crisis. Harold Wilson once famously remarked that a week was a long time in politics. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the lead times in the mining industry are somewhat longer!.....Read More

On this subject I have pronounced often, to much jollity by my detractors. It seems more and more knowledgeable and informed people, many who always felt exactly like me but were to afraid or too encumbered to speak out, are now raising the red flags. Too little, too late I would say.

I will not even bother to mention my “negative” and skewed views on matters such as our dismal Education System, Health System and Crime rates. And far be it from me to criticise the corrupt practises and wastefull use of taxpayers money. After all, we should count ourselves lucky for being blessed with jobs; we all do have jobs don’t we? We could’ve been burdened with mass unemployment of 10% and more had it not been for the astute economic management of the ANC – may they rule till Jesus comes.

I was reading about the trial of two poor deprived men, true heroes, who survived the vicious attack by a homeowner refusing to embrace the redistribution spirit that the likes of Kgalema Mothlanthe so often promotes when he makes it patently clear that farmers and whites being attacked, often have themselves to blame. After all, they make the choice to withhold, from these needy disadvantaged people, their fair share of the wealth of this country – acts amounting to exploitation I say.

That having been said, it is easy to imagine the pain of the poor accused who had to flee for their lives, fearing a fate worse than that of Metro Cops lawfully arresting drunk rugby players and other riff-raff. What must’ve gone through the minds of these poor souls having had to witness their poor comrade being battered to death, there, in the bedroom of the rabid homeowner? To see your comrade being killed by a superhuman beast with blood flowing from his body eyes and mouth must’ve been a fearful sight. We cannot begin to feel the pain of the family of the poor man killed that terrible night by a crazed home owner who had the temerity to selfishly protect the wealth he hoarded at the expense of the poor but rightful co-owners of everything South African.

To add insult to injury, the wife of the cowardly home owner – who coincidentally died from a shot when he wrestled with the poor victim, on that fateful night – gave a greatly embellished account of the events that night in which she portrayed her murdering husband, her children and herself as innocent victims of poor people desperately trying to reclaim their legacy. Not once did she apologise to the family of the deceased man who died at the hands of her fiendish husband.

I was always convinced if things started going pear shaped for us of lighter hue, here on the southern-most tip of the Dark continent, our European cousins will, like knights on their white mounts come to our rescue. I was convinced the Brits, guilt ridden by their actions in concentration camps and assorted atrocities committed by some of their subjects, notably Rhodes and Kitchener, will not allow the savages hordes to tear us limb from limb and sell our body parts as muti or staple protein for hungry Zimbabweans.

Alas, my hopes have been dashed with the news that Europe has its own cross to bear. Europe faces a threat far worse than the Black Death. According to those in the know the new threat facing Europe will make the hordes of Vandals, Huns, Visigoths, Suaves, and Alans swarming across Europe, killing and subjugating look like a Sunday school picnic. The raping and pillaging by Vikings will seem like a walk in the gardens of Luxembourg compared to the perils the seat of civilisation stares in the face as we speak.

As things stand; Brother Leader, Muamar Gaddafi, are the only person standing in the way of an influx of hordes of starving and ignorant Africans. However, at a price – plenty of Euros and a few Magyar virgins – Gaddafi has offered to prevent the black hordes from turning Europe once again into a dark uncivilised savage place – another Africa in fact. It may even be in the interest of Europe to convert to Islam to stop the looming catastrophe – I’m not too sure how that will stop the hungry hordes from swarming over the place like swarms of locusts but Brother Leader no doubt has a plan.

The Gaddafi plan, no doubt, will result in howls of outrage from African Leaders, Julius Malema not being the least amongst them. I just think overreaction is uncalled for. Those critical of the Gaddafi plan must put themselves in his place. He obviously has experience of these things and having lived with African neighbours to the South for Eons, he must be petrified of the prospect of Africans to the North. You only have to ask some Northern Suburb inhabitants, now surrounded by black neighbours, some of them coconuts I concede, what it’s like – it is just not the same they will tell us.

Well as we await this great historical event – Invasion of the Barbarians, The Sequel – one cannot help wondering who will be who and whether Africa can pull this one off? The characteristics are there; The Vandals of old has nothing on the vandalism of SAMWU, as for raping and pillaging the Vikings haven’t got a patch on South Africans prowling the towns and country side for prey and whereas Julius Malema is no Suave, he is a pretty solid Barbarian nevertheless whilst Jacob Zuma can teach some of those Barbarian kings a thing or two about conquering wives and Mugabe is every bit as cunning and slippery as Attila.

Perhaps, with the focus on Europe, we will not require knights on white horses after all.

I cannot say I was surprised when Gerald Majola declined to comment on shenanigans in the cricket fraternity. Coming from the same country as the great Hansie Cronje I can believe that the devil told Gerald to keep quiet – yep; the same devil that sat on Cronje’s shoulder sitting there, right before our very eyes, on top of Gerald’s shoulder.

Now I’m not paranoid when it comes to conspiracies and such but when someone like Gerald says no comment I wonder. Just the other day when Kevin Skjoldhammer were hinting at shenanigans and backhanders and funny secret contracts, Gerald said, “No comment” and Skjoldhammer disappeared of the map. Next thing we know, before you can say Gupta, the goings on in Cricket South Africa are being investigated with hushed whispers of kickbacks and backhands, so much so that we do not know whether we are dealing with kickboxing or tennis.

Who is to say all the trouble befalling Pakistan is not their comeuppance for cheating at cricket? Hell; I will not be in the least bit surprised if the Mumbai bombing was not the result of some spot bet, run by illegal Indian bookies. After all, if you can get a couple of thousand for a no-ball, a bomb should fetch a fortune. I can think of a few people who will bet that a cricket tour will be cancelled if a bomb explodes. Come to think about it; I wonder how much the SA teams security advisor got for recommending SA withdraw from the Sri Lankan tour a few years ago. Perhaps Bob Woolmer did die because of a bet placed somewhere on the sub-continent.

It is no wonder South Africa cannot win a cricket trophy. With half the SA team ambassadors for the IPL and officials receiving bonuses from the heart of illegal cricket gambling schemes not much can be real. Given the morality we witness in high office and the close links between our President, the Guptas and the IPL ambassadors, nothing will surprise me.