OUT TO LUNCH
Do you remember, not so very long ago, when there were calls from our kleptocratic ANC rulers for the springbok to be scrapped as a symbol of SA rugby? It carried with it, we were told, all the baggage of the oppressive apartheid era causing those of a nervous disposition to weep uncontrollably and to seek safe spaces in which to hide.
It was a symbol of white oppression and it was unthinkable that it should be flaunted on a rugby jersey or any item of clothing in a public space. Along with the old South African flag (which some can see even when it isn’t there) images of this vile, pronking creature would by today’s standards have qualified as “hate speech” and those wearing it in public would have been dragged to the Equality Court.
Fast forward to last Saturday’s World Cup victory against England in Tokyo and you’d be hard pressed to find a member of the ANC who doesn’t think that the springbok is the cutest little creature in the bush. But that’s what sport does as the Roman satirist Juvenal pointed out almost 2 000 years ago. If you want to take the rabble’s mind off political failings and corrupt practices give them bread and circuses.
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Barely seconds after the final whistle had been blown the usual hypocritical reptiles crawled out from under their stones to take credit for the win pointing out that this was proof that South Africans could work together for a better future. To my horror, many otherwise sentient beings on social media fell for all this nonsense and I was accused of being a Grinch for raining on the parade.