Touché? ce n’est guère le cas. Vous vous êtes mal placé, Monsieur. Je suis de vos couleurs.

Enchantée? c’est beaucoup trop tôt.

Well, I don’t know who you are, but I do know the identity of some of the other people posting comments here (because they told me). And they make me sick.

They’re all wit and sharp commentary against the evils of Labour on this blog. But out there in the real world they’re all smiles and academic neutrality.

They forget that they built their careers, and that they became important enough to become pundits, through their association with the Nationalist Party. When push came to shove they hopped onto the fence, and some even wrote academically-disguised prose on the beauties of the view on the other side.

So there. They may think they’re above all this, but they’re the worst among our countrymen: the connivers and freeloaders.

If you’re reading this, and you recognise yourself, know then that you disgust me.

The great wall of China

Could he enact a law which rids us of disreputable people? That way we would get rid of quite a few of the millstones hanging around our necks.

We either have space or we don’t. You can’t have it both ways.

As I thought all along. Nothing to do with space, and everything to do with the colour of their skin, and how much they have in their pockets.

Apologies, Baxxter. That was a bit of a fast answer from me. We might be at different levels of “survival” experience. You mentioned shock treatment the other day: I’ve had it already. I said I’m doing the best I can here, and that’s to contribute to the exposure of this sham Democracy. Since, for better or worse, I find myself in the position to have insights to bring to it. I’m not here for pity or because I think people were condescending.

It wasn’t a question of people not listening because they were condescending, but because their preconditioning couldn’t yet make head or tail of what I was talking about. Lost in translation type of thing. We’re talking similar educational level and career experience here. But it takes a different type of sensitivity to know what’s what, and something else altogether, to know what to do with it.

Today the situation has advanced to the point that slowly there is more understanding out there. It is slowly sinking in. What good is it to say my instincts were right all along about exactly what was involved? Pre and post elections. Few people, without exactly my type of shock treatment, could have read this situation for what it was and is, except Daphne.

She is not only thorough, patient and persevering but is at the right register of combined events, with a bird’s eye view, to have understood exactly what I meant by what I said. Two words were not necessary where one was sufficient. She is superbly sharp, diplomatic, correct, proper and logical. I am full of praise for her work and thought.

It’s not a matter of condescension. Never that. It’s a matter of ethics and morals.

I wouldn’t even consider a “Kenely,” if I found out he was acting unethically and dishonestly.