The DA must dump “ordentlikheid” and come out like William Wallace, goring and beheading its way to power
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Oudtshoorn. 8 July 2012. 09h15. The then DA Parliamentary Leader, Athol Trollip, told the story last year, at a Buffelsdrift, Oudtshoorn DA breakfast, of an elderly black man with whom he had a long, insightful conversation earlier.
The old man listened to Trollip’s argument for a DA Government and finally said that he was to vote with his scars.
No one can blame this old man.
No one can blame any black South African for supporting the ANC – the ANC defeated Apartheid.
It is a bad plan, and a futile plan at that, to try and win votes from the ANC support base by arguing that a DA Government, for instance, will be better than an ANC Government, because it can be shown, and it mostly can, that where the DA governs, for instance, people live better.
What is required is clear proof that the ANC is injuring people.
To win a woman’s heart she must fall out of love with her lover.
In Oudtshoorn, the OO theatre, black people vote ANC; white people vote DA; and coloured people vote DA, ANC, Icosa, NPP, and for that little party that Uncle Freddie started to get into Council to make money for the family.
Very few voters consider facts, such as facts may exist or be shared; very few are swayed by speeches or advertisements; most vote to keep the perceived danger out: White supremacy; black supremacy; whomever will not subjugate me.
In Oudtshoorn, and probably even in the Western Cape, and maybe even nationally, people vote mostly against something and hardly ever for something. In 2009, for instance, Oudtshoorn delivered for the DA on the basis of an anti-Zuma pro-Zille conditioned emotional response.
In Oudtshoorn, to be sure, blacks and many coloureds vote to show the whites; and whites and a few coloureds vote to avoid a black whitewash. (It’s politics, so terms may be somewhat… strange.)
Most whites and most coloureds and the few blacks who vote against the ANC, vote in a desperate hope of some semblance of integrity that will see the very basics of what a democracy should deliver: Representatives who do not steal; and do not employ incompetent friends and family and friends and family of friends; and do not award tenders to incompetent friends and family and friends and family of friends.
Blacks feel that it’s “their turn” to feed at the trough – a treasury for government funds, and also a container from which cattle or horses feed – and therefore probably black hope for a place at the trough somehow outweighs the fear of being left out in the dark.
For the DA to market “better government” is all but futile. The DA will certainly convince the young urban blacks not yet accommodated at the trough, and without a high probability of being invited, but the great unwashed will continue to stink with the ANC.
What the DA wants to do is to aggressively shout at the poorest of the poor that their children are NOT being educated and that whatever money is available to deliver services and houses and health care are being stolen or spent on jets, German rides, and Iranian Almas caviar deep-fried in Cire Perdue Macallan… Google the food if you’re not a cadre.
Those voting with their scars need to be shown, like they are five year olds, that the ANC is deliberately screwing them. All else is folly and a waste of liberal English and conservative Afrikaans donor money.
The DA needs to acknowledge that elections are not about returning Mr. William St John-Smythe to the Lower House for the good people of Upper Superior on Smart, but to get one more voice of reason to shout against the boisterous raiders in Pâ-lee-ha-mínt.
It is plain bloody stupid to arrive at a street fight in freshly pressed boxing shorts sporting Hayabusa Kanpeki Elite Series 16oz-ers with a copy of the Queensbury Rules covering the genitals, when the opposition is coming at you with machine guns and an inability even to be aware of rules.
The DA must dump “ordentlikheid” and come out like William Wallace, goring and beheading its way to power.
Don’t show ‘em how good the DA is; show ‘em how kak* the ANC is. This is Africa, for crying in a bucket; not Upper Superior on Smart.
Dis hoog tyd dat daardie kort, eksplosiewe, beskrywende Afrikaanse kragwoordjie, kak, in sy regmatige internasionale plek bevestig word. Dit is van onskatbare waarde in die raak, bondige beskrywing van onsin; van die onwaardige; van gekheid; van nonsens. Ek dink kak moet uit die kas klim.
Kyk net wat moet die Soute alles sê om nie eens aan kak se gat te hap nie: shit, crap, nonsense, bunk, folderol, codswallop, ballocks, trumpery (in business?), applesauce, apple butter, tripe, hogwash, drivel, all my eye and Betty Martin (ai, die Soute darem), boloney, bologna, balls, bollox, banana oil, bilge, blatherskite, booshwah, borax, bosh, bughouse, claptrap, cobblers (rhyming slang – cobblers’ awls = balls), cowyard confetti, crock (of shit), duck soup, eyewash, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel, flapdoodle, flubdub, gammon, garbage, guff, hooey, horsefeathers, hoo-ha, jiggery-pokery, krazin, magoozlum, malarkey, mumbo-jumbo, phonus-balonus, phooey, piffle, pigshit, poop, poppycock, rannygazoo, rhubard, rollocks, rot, strunz, toffee, tommyrot, tosh, trash, tripe, twaddle…
Daar’s ook ‘n lieflike Jiddiese woord, “mishegoss” – A wacky, irrational, absurd belief; nonsense; hallucinations. A state of affairs so silly or unreal that it defies explanation. A piece of tomfoolery, clowning, horsing around. A fixation, an idée fixe.
En op Afrikaans? Kák! Maklik, nè? A fulminant monosyllabic tour de force.
Hoekom beywer ek my vir die vestiging van kak? Sodat ek nie lang essays hoef te skryf in antwoord op bepaalde “argumente” nie.
(Paulus het darem self die voordele van hierdie woordjie besef: In Filippense verwys hy na sekere dinge uit sy verlede as… as… as, nou ja… as “kak”, en noem hy sy teenstanders “honde”, “skelms” en “afsnyers van penisse” wat hulle met skubala – wéér “kak” – besig hou.)