This post contains profanity. Lots of it.
Everywhere in the world, blue lights on cars means the police is somewhere.
It means that there’s something wrong. People in trouble, and the boys in blue are doing their level best to stop that from happening.
The police are the people you can trust to look after and protect you, not so?
These days blue lights and sirens are as likely to mean some fat fuck policeman is trying to skip a robot or get around traffic than that there’s trouble ahead.
In the New South Africa, that’s incidentally not quite as new as it used to be, the word “police” is synonymous with corruption and bribery and wrongful deaths. Not quite the upstanding force it might have been, had they kept the status quo as is all those years ago.
This post is not about black and white. Or is it?
We have a whole lot of new politicians here these days. People not used to power or money apparently. All they do with either is completely abuse it.
And I, and the rest of the few tax payers have to bear the burden of their waste.
Case in point being the Blue light brigade. A caravan of very expensive cars, never anything less than a BMW, Merc and Audi. All black, with tinted windows, fitted with blue lights. Sometimes it’s a bunch of SUV’s. Other times it’s normal sedans – all brand new. Maybe I should not moan too hard – they could start with Chryslers and Cadillacs and Lexus’. Or, heaven forbid, helicopters!!
Driving between JHB and Pretoria. On the highway. At all hours of the day.
When it’s not peak hour traffic, I suppose it’s not really a problem. But no. They either woke up too late, or partied too hard the night before, but they’re ALWAYS in a huge hurry to get to their destination. And the stupid fools that’s just trying to get home from work, or trying to get to work, must just get out of the way.
The whole highway must make way for these bastards in their big, black, blue-lighted cars. Because apparently, we mean less than nothing to the Mr Fuck sitting there, being accompanied by however many body guards he seems to think he needs.
Every time I see one of these brigades, I get this expression on my face. Not quite disgust, but something like it. Frustration. Anger at the futility of my feelings. Bitterness at their waste. As if I smelt something bad. Like old human shit, stuck in a dog’s hair. Don’t ask.
Why all this is necessary, I don’t know. I would not know one politician from the next if he bit me in the arse. They’re all fat, ugly fucks, just causing me misery wherever they go, whatever they do. The people that wants to kill them, can’t recognise them. Me being a case in point,
And the bitterest pill to swallow is the fact that I can do abso-fucking-lutely nothing about it. Not a single thing. If I don’t get out of the way when the fuck wants to pass, the likelihood of them stopping me and actually killing me does exist. I’m white remember. The ENEMY! I can moan and groan as much as I like, nothing will be done about it.
That’s what happens when you live in an African country. They heads of state and their cronies can do what they like, when they like, for however long they like. And the stupid fools that vote for them allow it, because it’s their culture. The headman of the tribe. The main man. He does what he likes.
It’s not mine!!!
Why should I just swallow everything you throw my way? Why do you get to spend millions of MY fucking money to build your houses and to drive your fancy cars? And I can’t even feed myself properly! But you get to live off the fat of my land! I’ve been working here for how long. You’ve lived in other countries – in exile. Poor schmucks! Now you’ve returned in droves, just raping mycountry. Destroying everything I worked for. Because you can. It’s your country. I’m the usurper. The thief. The rubbish.
Until there’s nothing left.
And then they will stand, waiting for hand outs, like all the other African countries, with malnourished children, and sick and dying mothers, no food, no water, nothing. Fuck all. Nada. Zip. Silch.
Drive your big black cars.
As long as the stupid taxpayer is still working, you can afford it.