So brother Tyson is giving back to the community, me thinks he is taking out more. The doubting and endorsement warped sense of morality is more than the money that will be raised.

Can a fellow member of blackdom tell me how our heroes are chosen. For Christ’s sake some cheapskate Black boxer is in town today disrupting our children’s schooling in the townships. Call it a worship of brawn over brain.

I have always had a problem with Mbeki over his failure to create out of the partying South African blacks a lot that would elect him. While he was busy with not openly campaigning Zuma was doing so vigorously his song, an album full of absurdities that he did not repudiate, t-shirts, a web site etc. In fact he was making himself popular culture and succeeded. No one was prepared to challenge him but the unaggressive Mbeki. Forget the myth of the alternative candidate to Mbeki put foward by the likes of Justice Malala. No one was prepared to take on Zuma except Thabo Mbeki. Mind you there is even a stupid song that says Zuma was Mandela’s chosen successor. What utter rubbish which the Don did not repudiate.

Back to the Tyson matter. Who is safe with Tyson being called a role model for his or her kids? No wonder he can only be a guest at a casino dinner to be addressed by the rape accusation survivor Jacob Zuma, tax evasion suspect. Fitting company indeed.

Ever heard of white role modelling?

Whilst on the subject, blackdom and all who love black people why are you not expressing outrage at the site of school going kids at the stadium close to midnight on Sunday night. Even if Bafana had won there is still no excuse for the SABC to be holding such events at night. SABC thinks everyday of the week is friday night. It even thinks life in Sophiatown was bohemian and all about partying. What we are doing to ourselves black people is really gross. And it is Thabo’s fault for having ignored the role of his party as the cultural intelligentsia.

One of the few advantages of the blackouts is the TV-outs and the radio-outs and the PlayStation-outs.

The music of the night?

That descriptive analogy; “Frog in a blender” stirs visions of JZ dancing to a Kwaito Mshini wam, or the ANC government cadres trying to spin BS yarns to a country that’s spun out of control.

‘Frog in a beaker over a Bunsen burner’, is what we all were, until the house lights went out and the blue light motocades of the new dis-order bullied their way to Polokwane. We were all squatting in our comfort zones, hoping the beaker was at least half full, as the temperature of the water slowly increased. Now the water’s boiled and the ‘hood is in darkness. We now know we’re screwed….. and its frogs leg soup on the menu.

Africa is a beeg place and when people complain about Africans (that’s me) being pessimistic about the place, the hoary old chestnut (which you don’t get in Africa) pops up about the glass being half-full or half-empty. In my view the glass is just too bloody big. So either pour the contents into a smaller glass so it will be full, or chuck it away so it will be empty. After all when we buy shoes (Africans sometimes do that too) we don’t bitch that our feet half-fill the shoe or that, even with a foot in it, the shoe is half-empty. We find the shoe that fits the foot snugly. Which brings me to another proverb – if the sandal fits, wear it. I have no idea what the relevance of that is, but it sounds good.

Keep reading guys. If global warming continues at its present pace and ocean levels rise, maybe Africa will shrink so much it will fit the mood like Cinderella’s tootsies and we’ll all live happily ever after.
KYSSYG

With kind regards and an ear for Voltaire’s Candide, I salute you.

It’s a totally unnecessary and hurtful insult to a family of yellow-bodied well-loved entertainers whom we willingly allowed into our living room for years, and whose absence will be sorely missed if they ever depart from our lives.

To associate Zuma with them is grossly unfair!

Maybe “Hilton” or “Spears” will be more apt. Jacob W. Hilton-Spears has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?