If the little film clip shows us anything, it is that real life is a lot grittier, brutish and more ambiguous than a Hollywood police procedural.
We’re now in our 14th year of rolling blackouts, which De Ruyter wants us to call load shedding, for without it we’d be really up shit creek without a paddle, apparently.
As the counting began, the political gaslighting ramped up.
Social media doesn’t tell us if there’s any hope, probably because there is no nuance in limited characters and rational debate doesn’t get retweeted.
The twitterati are arguing whether enough was done to speak to the Big Pharma companies earlier.
You know when it’s election time; all of a sudden things start getting done.
Some councils are in a death spiral, with the closest those residents ever coming to basic services is seeing the phrase written on an election poster.
The great editors of the Pretoria News fought tooth and nail to keep the paper alive, successfully fighting off the grasping efforts of the bean counters and the management illuminati.
It’s a long weekend, but it’s not just any long weekend, it’s the Heritage Day long weekend. National Braai Day has seamlessly morphed into a three-day fest of sizzling boerewors, steaming pap and chakalaka; definitely beer and probably brandy.
The ANC administrative chaos and factionalism are a rare gift for opposition parties.