Thus spake Jacob Zuma,ANC President and fearless defender of, and apparently spokesman for, Yahweh Himself.
Excuse me, Mr (or is that Doctor?) Zuma, but WTF?
“Even those who are not religious – they may be communists – must learn to fear others. We must also learn to fear our ancestors.”
I don’t know about you, but I have a fairly good relationship with my ancestors, and fear is not one of the emotions at play here. Perhaps Mr. Zuma’s great grandmother was a tyrannical harridan with whom he needs to curry favour, but none of mine were. They had their faults, yes, but in their accumulated experience of incarnation they’ve never once suggested that I have anything to fear from them. Or from God.
Perhaps I should be fearing Yahweh’s followers, like Zuma, who thinks to impose compulsory prayer at all schools. Yes, on reflection I think they are rather more fearsome than their psychotic egregore – who’s fading fast quite frankly, and needs to drum up a bit of apocalyptic panic before we hammer the last nail into his coffin.
Smite the unbeliever then – go on, I dare you. You obviously haven’t met the growing breed of awake and alert souls yet.
In other news, I’ve had a week from Through the Looking Glass, where Fraud was called upon to fix every stuff up and miscalculation that Business Intelligence (hah!)could think to commit. We made it, mostly through dint of long experience. Call on Fraud – we may not be your friends, exactly, but we’ll fix your problems for you.
This morning, to boot, I woke up with a single word doing the rounds in my brain.
Please don’t laugh.
Yes, I know what one of those is.But let’s look it up, anyway, huh?
“The ovipositor is an organ used by some of the animals for oviposition, i.e. the laying of eggs. It consists of a maximum of three pairs of appendages formed to transmit the egg, to prepare a place for it, and to place it properly” (Wikipedia)
It’s also, apparently, a Rock Band out of Oakland, California – which has 3 band members. With, I suppose, a maximum of three pairs of legs between them. Interesting. Must listen to them some time -perhaps they have something to say to me.
On that note, I’ve had the godsawful Gino Vanelli running around my mind all of today, for no good reason. Looks like this musician, who’s even older than I am, is still on tour. Good, there’s hope for me yet.
Isn’t it remarkable how music can awaken whole vistas of senses? How you can find yourself literally back in time, with all the sights, smells and inner soul of another era, just by remembering a song, or a whole album of songs? (In this case, Brother to Brother. How very weird of me).Oh, well:
And oh this world won’t change for me
The special things in life are free
I’ve always known and understood
There are people I belong to for good
If we’re going to do weird, let’s do it properly.
Pic: Ovipositor, the band(“We are not pretty, we are not young, we are not sexy, we are not charismatic, we are not hip, we are not your friends. Please enjoy the music”. I like the sound of that)