The word "omnishambles" has made it into the Oxford English Dictionary just in time for the forthcoming Mangaung fiasco; an event guaranteed to bring even more shame to this country in just a few days time. The word was coined by the writers of a British TV show called The thick of it and describes a situation that has been comprehensively mismanaged. I cannot think of a better word to sum up the mess the ruling party finds itself in at the moment.
I've just spent a most enjoyable few days in the bush with friends of long standing. It was a festive occasion but as the wine flowed during dinner I found myself in the uncomfortable position of having to explain myself to my host.
Just before the last election I appeared on stage at the Sandton Convention Centre at an ANC event (to the great surprise of most of those present). As a recently discharged "racist", late of the Sunday Times, I had been invited to publicly endorse the ANC ahead of the election. Since I'd recently been forgiven by Jacob Zuma and had strong anti Mbeki sentiments I thought it sounded like a good idea.
Besides, I could see that the newly formed COPE party was already falling apart even before the election. I genuinely thought that a fresh start under Jacob Zuma was a good idea so I appeared on stage in my snappiest business suit, took the mike and told the audience that this was no time to hand the steering wheel to somebody who had never driven before.
The comment got a roar of approval from the assembled loyalists and Paul Mashatile evidently liked it enough to quote it later in the proceedings. As I returned to my seat my hand was enthusiastically shaken by the party faithful and shortly after my phone rang with calls from incredulous journos who had heard that I had just endorsed the ANC.
Naturally this surprise endorsement made the news (I even had a call from one well know radio presenter who expressed the view that this ranked as an act of near genius when it came to self publicity) and I was feeling quite pleased with myself. I even started fantasising about the call I would be bound to get from President JZ inviting me to become ambassador to the UK. Unfortunately the ANC endorsement didn't go down with certain friends who were staggered that I could even consider supporting a bunch of commie kleptocrats.