It was my first year voting, and it was a total anti-climax for me. I expected more. There was no fanfare. There was no Noddy Badge. I just got hustled out of the hall so that the voting queue kept going. And to top it all off, the party I voted for didn’t even win! I took time out of my busy schedule to vote for the future of my country, and all I have to show for it is a stained thumbnail.
While trying to drown my sorrows over an enormous cup of golden brown steaming hot coffee, I came up with a plan. The party I want to win should take a tactic out of the ANC’s little black book, and advocate prolific baby production in order to have sufficient people to win the votes and rescue the country in 18 years time. While I’m sure there are plenty of faults with this theory (overpopulation, shortage of food and living space, and not enough jobs just to name a few), wouldn’t the end justify the means? Besides, the ANC obviously don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, since they’re advising their supporters to do it.
But for now, it’s another 4 years of watching South Africa go further and further down into the brown stuff. Another 4 years of wishing we had a president that didn’t have to try and correct or downplay the latest offensive thing he says to us. On the bright side, it should be rather interesting to see how they cover up the whole Nkandla thing. We “bright” people like to know what is happening in our country and the money that goes towards it.
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