Show me your Zom...bo?

So the King of Kwaaito's right hand man died last Sunday. By that I mean I Zombo, who died of an Aids related illness at St Francis hospital. Apparently Arthur has been crying non-stop and the world should be sad for the passing of an artist who last released an alulm when Thembi Seete was still wearing her high school uniform.
I don't know maybe the pictures if the man looking like Golum from Lord of the Rings should've illicited some emtional response from me, but on the contrary I laughed out loud like some hyena when the news was broken.
After shoving his lil Zombo in countless strangers the aptly named musician succumbed to what a fair amount of people in the country know about. Did it make any sense for the man to slap on a rubber when he taking advantage of starstruck girls during his heydays. I guess not.
The worrying part was the number of South African schlebs who pledged to help the "poor man". Somizo (who is up on charges of indecent assault) and Arthur (who's controversial song "Sika i khekhe" was banned on all TV stations) were some of the "buddies" who offered their help.
Looking at that bunch, it's not hard to see how the man died of a disease that strikes at 60% of all sexually active people in this country.

Forgive me for I hath sinned

I think that I should go back to confession. Seriously, I should. This weekend I supported the one team in the Super14 log that no black person can actually support without feeling like they are betraying their nation. I. Supported. The Blue Bulls.
Now before you roll your eyes and exclaim that they are an excellent team, listen to me. I have nothing against the type of the rugby these guys play, heck it's the type that I like: less kicking and more passing and playing the forwards. And in all honesty South Africa does provide some of the biggest brothers (broers if you like) in what I call the "beauutiful game". But the Blue Bulls?
Let's not forget that they were at the centre of race scandals when that one dude went and said that he wouldn't share lodgings with a black dude during the Springbok tour of England some time ago. Then there's the fact that if you're black and dressed as a Sharks supporter anywhere near Loftus you will get your ass handed to you on a silver platter with baboetjie on the side.
I guess we have reached the crux of the matter. I am a Sharks man in Gauteng. Probably one of the hardest feats to carry out beside being an avid rugby supporter and being black.
The only reason why I wanted the Blue Bulls to win anyways is because something inside of me is praying for a Bulls/Sharks final where the Sharks will give the Bulls a good rodgering and hoist the cup at the end of the match to drink some hard earned beer out of it.
But now that all the best Ozzie and Kiwie players are back that dream is fast fading away. So I'll have to support the Bulls just so that there is at least a South African team in the final.
Here's to another 50 Hail Marys.

I pledge allegiance to the corrupt state of SA

Wow. Kids now have to say an allegiance at the beginning of ach school day. What happened to the days when the hardest thing you had to learn for the school was some ancient song about the patron saints of whatever institution you attened? Gone I guess, replaced by a creed to the increasingly omnipotent ANC.

Maybe the pladge is needed now more than ever. With Jacob Zuma fast approaching his "day in court" I'm sure the man wants to say that the people (even the children) are all behind him. And what bettetr way to say than to point to the millions of school kids reciting propaganda before they learn maths.

Gustav Goebbals must be dancing in his grave to see this sort of brainwashing happening in one of the most "liberal democracies". Who knows, soon the ANC Youth League will be parading comrades past the renamed Union Buildings whilst dressed in their new black SS-like uniforms.

And that I can oath to.