So much kaputt, so little left

When my ISP found me they must have held a party, because they had discovered their cash cow.

Yes, I spend a lot of time on the Internet; both professionally and privately. The queen of my heart says I am married to that box in my study.

But be that as it may. I have a huge, - nay voracious - appetite for news. I read anything from Vladivostok to Bremen; from Zanzibar to Abuja; from Putsonderwater to Abenab.

You name, I read it. I concentrate on print and blog media. From the leftest (is there still such an animal?) to the ultra-rightest.

And I laugh out loud!

The one says exactly the opposite to the other. A good newsperson could read both and then put together a more or less unbiased article about the event.

Now to come to the heading of this week's blog. Cecil John Rhodes, millionnaire, Prime Minister of the Cape; Doyen of the arts and of learning, gave the country once called Rhodesia his name. He also had the dream of a railway from cape to Cairo and the late Namibian deputy minister of Transport, Dr. Klaus Dierks, shared that dream.

Rhodes lies buried in the Matopo Hills and on his grave there is a head stone with the inscription: "So much to do, so little done!


Now take the current ruler of the country. I know he is well educated. Had enough time to study in prison anyway!! But he seems to have studied the wrong things. Maybe he read "Das Kapital" and "Mein Kampf" a few times too often. he is certainly applying some of the principles rather well! Or, on the other hand, he may even had lessons from Heinrich Himmler and his consorts.

What he inherited from the oft-maligned (and now late) Ian Smith he managed to fritter away in a few short years --- well, you can't count further than 1995. By then Zimbabwe was already like the building the country was named after: a ruin.

It is no longer the Great Zimbabwe ruin. It is now the Great ruined Zimbabwe! It is and always will be one of the most beautiful countries in the world!

It is simple unbelievable and inexplicable that one tired, rheumid, silly, dictatorial, senile, old man can be allowed to do so much damage ... and get away with it

And still he survives --- and he manages to bedazzle by hook or by crook people that a great multitude of other people in the region have elected. They are glued to his lips like the eyes of a teenager are glued to the TV screen when a nude Paris Hilton or similar is showing.

The Great magician of the modern Africa! The man who can do no wrong! And he will thumb his nose at all and sundry at the summit! Without consequences!

Reminds me of Corinthians in the Bible where it says something a child seeing a through a glass darkly.

Oh, I wish our leaders would grow up and see clearly.

Let me misquote The Great Bard: (Julius Caesar) "The evil that men do is oft interred in the tomes, the good lives after them --- and is glorified by the sycophants.

Or Merchant of Venice: The quality of evil is not strain'd, it droppeth as Zyklon B from the showers upon the victims beneath. It is twice cursed ......

Yes, I am rambling tonight. That is what a blog is for. If you do not agree, bad luck! It's my opinion and - where I am - we have freedom of speech.

Even the thoughts are free, who can tell what they are. They flit away like the night shade. No man can guess them; no hunter can shoot them ....

So, they are mine forever and ever! Truly and verily!