...wonderful and peachy. But I digress. This is not about me.
This is about an interesting article by the Mail & Guardian, Champagne tastes, caviar lifestyles.
It seems to have been prompted by that delightful dinner bill racked up by Gauteng Provincial Minister Paul Mashatile. A whole R96 000 of tax payers' money.
When that story first appeared in The Star newspaper my dad sat me down and said,
"Sweetie. You know I love you. I sent you to the best school. They were meant have trained you well for this. You have had at least 8 years since to accomplish the goals we set you. Do you even know anyone in this circle of the elite?"
No! No I don't. For awhile I was prancing into Black Rose parties, having CEOs buy me drinks at cocktail functions, hanging out between the Westcliff Polo Lounge and...and... then I lost it all & grew disenchanted with the disgusting decadence... I feel like such a failure. How will I ever make a decent Sandton trophy wife if I don't even know where Auberge Michel is!?!? (It's in Pretoria Road in the Sandton CBD. It used to be a quaint little family Italian restaurant. HA! Never underestimate a private school girl's powers of fast investigation on such subjects!)
Anyway.... Parts of this article I did find fascinating:
The high life as well as the super-fortunes amassed by its leadership has political costs for the African National Congress’s identity as a mass grassroots movement. Deputy president Jacob Zuma’s bid for the presidency is, in part, being fought on a grassroots ticket that casts President Thabo Mbeki’s ANC as a party of business.
Dear Zuma's general health knowledge may leave us hyperventilating, but his power to win over mass support seems to be quite ingenious. What do the poor who have been promised the world hate? Watching the promisers live up the good life and deliver nothing. So so simple.
The party's SG has called them The VIP Cult - using all that is VIP; from airport VIP lounges, to VIP sections at functions and being whisked about by convoy through traffic. All this shows is that these politicians have very little opportunity to interact with the public.
Bad move, boys.
The article then goes onto explain the government's credit card legislation...there isn't any. Each department gets to use its own discretion. Uh oh.
It does seem that at the very very least at the Treasury none of the politicians and civil servants carry credit cards.
[In more important other news, I was locked out of my flat for 1/2 an hour last night from 10.30-11pm, with an extreme migraine & general Monday night tiredness. I thought my flatmate had deadbolted the door in a fit of crime hysteria & then fallen asleep. No amount of bell ringing & phone calling helped. It was just that the lock magically jammed itself. She had the side door key when she finally arrived home at 11pm with some freak of a Danish Indiana Jones. I'm in a bad fcking mood today. Sign #3 it's time to move. ]